Page 35 of Thief

Kat gulped in air, the silence and brightness in the room making the moment surreal. “You’re gonna have to open up way more than that, Pussy Cat.”

Kat relaxed her tense muscles a fraction.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

“You said that before.”

“And did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“There you go then.”

He was behaving the same way he had that first night in his apartment, sweet and confident, gently reassuring. She liked it. She trusted him when he was like this. She let her knees fall apart, and he took hold of her ankles and bent her legs up. He pushed one into the back cushion of the couch and held it there with the tip of his shoulder and let the other leg slip to the floor. He dragged the cushion from her chest and, in one smooth scoop, shoved it under her hips, jutting her sex up towards him.

“Damn, I love that bald pussy,” he said, tipping his head as he studied her.

Kat squirmed. She was laid so open and bare for his scrutiny. She knew the blinding white sunshine was highlighting every tiny crevice of her pussy, every wrinkle, fold and, heaven forbid, missed pubic hair. She went to shift her hips again, but his hand came down on the skirt he’d pushed up like a belt.

“Keep still,” he murmured. “You look beautiful.”

Kat did as he asked and tried to force away the tremor tapping on her inner thighs. “You going to use the vibrator or not, soldier?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“Yeah, just admiring the view.” He shifted slightly and reached forward. He trailed his fingers down the inside of the thigh bent up the back of the couch. “You’re so pretty and pink, silky and shiny. Are you wet?”

She gulped.

The trailing finger dipped towards the entrance of her pussy, just circling it once before moving in a fraction. Kat could sense his eyes lift to hers, watching her reactions. She tugged at her bottom lip and held her gaze steady.

“Good and wet,” he said. “You’ve been working on that for a while. What’s been on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Certainly not the contents of the DVD she’d stolen.

He pulled his hand away and reached for the vibrator. He held it up to the sunshine, and Kat saw its silhouette by his face. It looked big and hard, scary but exciting. Her internal muscles quivered in anticipation.

It went from her view as he nudged it at her entrance. The head was cold and rigid, and suddenly, she wondered if it really would slide in. The texture felt so different to flesh.

“Relax,” John said. She heard the paper bag rustle again.

“What are you doing?” she asked anxiously.

“Just some extra lube. Shhh… Close your eyes and relax, baby.”?He nudged it back into place, swirling and mixing the cool lube with her hot juices as he ventured in an inch.

Kat gasped and arched her head into the arm of the sofa. She sent her hand down to wrap around his wrist, needing some kind of control of this new experience.

“Is it painful?”

“No.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s really cold.”

He chuckled. “It’ll soon warm up.” He eased inside a bit more, pulled out then pushed back. He set a gentle rocking motion that stretched and moulded her to its shape with each increasing thrust. It wasn’t as big as his cock, and Kat soon felt herself accommodating it, accepting it. Small, moist noises filled the suddenly sweet air. He pushed further in, her arousal coating it, gliding it.

The black cock was fucking her, but she didn’t think it was enough to make her come. She needed something on her clit; she needed pressure and stimulation there. She looked at John’s dark face. His head was bent as he concentrated on the vibrator penetrating her.

“Are you ready for the good bit?” he asked.

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