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“Drink this.” Katherine hands me a cup and I down it immediately.

“Water?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“No.” I reach for the Jack and fuck the coke. I flick the lid off and drink straight from the bottle. The burn is unreal, but as it slides down my throat, I feel the calm. When I finish, I shudder. “That was gross.” I reply, lifting it to my mouth to do it again.

“You might wanna take it easy on that.” Max says, leaning against the counter. I hold the bottle in my hand after finishing another drink.

Letting out a deep sigh, I turn to face Katherine. She is just frowning at me. “What’s the face for?” I ask.

“The face that I was born with?” She shrugs, “Not sure, this is just how it looks.”

“You look upset.”

“Definitely not upset.”

“Then why are you frowning?”

“Because I’m horny now, your dumb ass turned me on fighting Knox and we’re here to have fun, not to have sex.”

“There’s no reason why you can’t do both, use my room. I’ll change the sheets later.” He laughs, leaving us behind in the kitchen.

“You heard the man!” I wrap an arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground to carry her out of the kitchen feeling like I’m on cloud nine right now. She’s laughing as we make it up the stairs, “Which one’s his room?” I ask, stopping at the top of the stairs.

“That one.” She wrestles out of grasp, “Come on.” She takes my hand and leads the way. She does that a lot, leading me to places I’ve never been before. It’s been the best two fucking days ever, having her with me, having her be mine. I’ve got to find a way to make her stay for the summer.

Chapter Nine

Katherine

He tastes like Jack Daniels as I kiss him. He’s shirtless and sitting on the bed as I straddle him. I feel his dick, hard and thick in his jeans against my thigh. I took the bottle from him, and he’s drunk, but not unable to perform. When I break the kiss, I take a drink of Jack and then set it on the table next to the bed.

“Why are you so fucking beautiful?” he breathes, kissing my neck and chest. He pulled my shirts and bra off the second the door was closed. Our skin touching has me feeling like I’m on fire. The passion between us is unmatched compared to any other I’ve felt. I’m not sure why it’s so different with him. Why does it feel like this is how it’s supposed to be, it’s a scary thought though.

He nips at my breast until he sucks my nipple in, and when he pulls away, his teeth grip onto it, forcing my head to fall back as I moan. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He says, releasing my nipple completely.

“That’s not how this works, West.” I wrap my fingers around his throat and push him back onto the bed, “Look at me.” I tell him, “I want to watch your face when you enter me.” I moan, using my other hand to unfasten his pants. The bottoms he picked out for me won’t work too easily for fast fucking, so I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke him.

His eyes start to close, “Nah, baby, look at me.” He flicks his eyes open again, and I can see the lust in them. There’s a need behind those dark eyes, begging me to show him more. To let him feel me completely and it terrifies me. I stroke him a few more times, before letting him go. “Stay down.” I tell him as I strip my clothes and boots off. I grab the waist of his jeans and yank them down to his ankles only to get caught on his boots.

Once I have him completely naked, I crawl up his body, biting at his thighs first, licking as I move further up. Sucking on his balls I feel him tense under my touch. “Relax.” I tell him, letting the sound of a pop echo around us. When I get to the tip of his dick, hovering my mouth over it, I wet my lips. Readying myself, as I open wide to take him in. He tastes like magic, like I could never tire of doing this.

“I want to taste you.” He moans as I bob my head, licking and scraping my teeth against him until he’s no longer in my mouth.

“Mr. Virgin wants to taste pussy?” I ask.

“Only yours Kitty.” He sits up, pulling me up his body. He’s strong for a nerd, I never thought this would happen, and here I am being flipped over to straddle his face. Sixty-nine style. I reach down, taking the tip of him back into my mouth, but the second his tongue presses against my clit, I feel the electricity explode inside me.

This is so much more intimate than I’m used to, but each flick of his tongue sends me further and further down the dark rabbit hole, chasing the high that I know is coming. I get so lost in him that I stop sucking and just feel. The quick pulses through my body, the need to feel him inside me.

I sit up and ride his face, my breath faltering as I get closer as I let my head fall back. But then it stops and I’m knocked over to the bed, falling to my back. “What?” I protest.

“Shh.” He hisses as he moves to settle between my legs, his head right there. He still wants to go down on me. Most guys don’t have the stamina to get a woman off like this, let alone the ability. He lifts my legs, spreading me wider as fingers slip inside. “You’re so wet, Kitty.” He moans, fingering me, quickly. I’m not sure where he learned how to do this, and honestly I don’t fucking care. My entire body is on fire and it’s so fucking perfect.

My core starts to shake as I feel the orgasm coming, the build up is almost too much. My jaw starts to shake as I take in a deep breath, letting out a soft scream. My orgasm rips through me and my core clenches, forcing me to sit up a little. He rips is fingers out of me and aggressively rubs my clit, sending me even fucking further down the orgasmic roller coaster. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan.

“Yes. Give me all of it Kitty.” The sound of him rubbing my clit sounds wet, too wet. When the orgasm settles, he stops rubbing and lifts my hips off the bed, thrusting into me. “So fucking tight.”

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