Page 44 of Forbidden Bond

In a flash, I have her on her hands and knees. My grip on her hair is tight, but loose enough that she won’t feel any pain. I press my hard cock against her ass.

“Has anyone ever taken you here?” I whisper, feeling pressure against my lungs. “Answer me, princess.”

Katherine pants. She doesn’t resist the hold I have on her hair. “No,” she replies.

She glances at me over her shoulder. At the soft look in her eyes, unsure but hot, I lose the ability to think. I run my hands over her ass, molding the soft flesh to fit my palms before slapping it. Katherine inhales sharply and her back arches, her blond hair trailing to her waist. The sight of her on her hands and knees in front of me is so fucking hot. I slap her ass again.

“Ow, Topher,” she complains half-heartedly. “Would you just fuck me already?”

I slap her ass, again. Teasing her red thong to the side, I push two fingers inside of her. She clenches down on me so tightly, I groan and pull my fingers free. Katherine lifts one leg up and then the other, allowing me to ease the thong from her body.

When I rub the head of my cock against her pussy, a tremble coasts through her and her fingers grip the sheets.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re scared,” I tell her, even though I’m so far gone that I can barely think.

I need to be inside her more than I need air. Katherine’s response is to push her wet heat further against my cock. She’s a little tense as I ease inside her, feeding her my cock inch by inch. I caress her ass, saying the most unintelligible shit in an effort to calm her down.

“Fuck, princess. You have no idea how good you feel right now.”

I shiver as I slide in further until I’m as deep as I can go. My eyes close for a second; she’s gripping me like a tight wet fist. Every cell in my aches for more, but I wait, allowing her to acclimate to my size. After a moment, she rocks back against me, letting me know she’s ready. I pull out of her slowly before pushing back in. Katherine groans and drops to her elbows, bracing herself against the headboard.

Her head falls forward and the sight of her biting down on my pillow to quiet her moan sends a rush through my body. I hiss at the pull of her cunt, pressure tightening at the base of my spine. Her ass jiggles with each thrust. She bounces against me, taking me in with lazy strokes. Feeling my control about to explode, I reach forward to rub her clit. The sounds she’s making are this close to pushing me over the edge.

“Topher,” she cries. “I’m gonna—”

I hold onto her hips with both hands, fucking her through her orgasm. She shudders and clenches around me tightly. My breathing is ragged as I still.

“Will you let me come inside you, baby?” I ask, panting.

She sighs softly. Shit, this is a terrible idea. I hadn’t even realized I was fucking her without a condom, but being inside her is the most amazing feeling in the world. Coming inside her would be irresponsible—which is why when I feel the pressure begin to build, I hurriedly pull out and come on her ass instead.

My muscles shake and I fall down onto the bed beside her. Katherine stares at me for a second. I wish I knew what was going on inside her head.

“I’ll go get cleaned up,” she whispers softly. I nod, unable to even speak right now.

When she returns, she’s staring at the bed with an unsure expression on her face.

“Come on,” I urge, gesturing for her to come closer.

She climbs in beside me and I pull her head to my chest. When she looks up at me, I can’t fight the urge to kiss her softly.

“We’ll figure it out in the morning,” I tell her as I slowly drift off to sleep.

* * *

When I wake up in the morning, it’s to the absence of her heat beside me. By the time I open my eyes, she’s getting dressed. Her lips are between her teeth and she looks nervous, scared.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?” I ask.

She jumps, hurriedly shielding her bra-clad chest with her dress. I almost roll my eyes, but something tight grips my chest when I realize she isn’t looking me in the eye.

“A little too late for that,” I say in irritation. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” she mutters, turning around to continue getting dressed.

I don’t say a word, leaning against the headboard as I watch her.

“I wasn’t thinking straight last night.”

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