Page 46 of Spreading Her Wings

“You.”

“Very good. Who is going to fuck you until you are putty on this counter?” His thighs clenched against mine when he thrust, resisting my desperate pulling with my legs as I hoped he’d speed up.

“You!”

“And tell me, who do you belong to, hmm?” He didn’t change his pace.

I whimpered. “Auston! You!”

“You’re goddamn right. You’remine,Katie.” He drilled into me faster, suddenly wrapping his hand around the front of my neck. The force of his hips made me scoot back on the counter with the force. “Mywife.”

A shiver ran down my spine, ending between my legs, and I cried out. I let my hands fall to the counter beside me before quickly returning them to their spot behind my head when Auston groaned. Waves of trembles started in my thighs and worked their way through my pussy to the deepest part of my core, causing me to clench around each of Auston’s thrusts.

He tightened his hand around my throat, and the lack of air made my head spin. A tingle built in my spine, and I whined, locking my feet around his back and pulling him deeper. “Are you going to come all over my cock like the perfect, pretty little kitten you are?”

I couldn’t make the words around his hand on my throat, but I made a small choking sound. He drilled into me faster and used his grip on my neck to pull me towards him. I leaned forward into his thrusts, curling my toes as my knees started to shake. “Do it now. Come for me. Give yourself to me.”

His hand left my throat as he gently caressed the back of my head. I crashed into my climax as my lungs filled with air, and for a moment, it felt like I might pass out until my entire body lit up.

The heat in my arms made me aware of the fresh tattoo on my wrist, and when Auston ran his fingers over it, I sighed, consciously working not to pull my arm back. “This tattoo,” he said, pausing and placing my hand over the matching one on his neck, “thesetattoos, are permanent.We,” he continued, putting his other hand in mine and placing it over his heart before putting his on mine, “are permanent.”

“Auston…”

His lips were on mine before I could form any words. The grip of his hand on my tattoo stung, turning to a warmth that traveled up my arm. His heart raced under my fingers, the pulse in his neck matching. “I love you, Katie. I fuckinglove you.”

Tears filled my eyes and I whispered, “Fuck. I think I love you too.”

“Think fast!”

Before I had turned towards where Katie stood behind me, she sent an old, mostly flat basketball hurling in my direction. “Fuck,” I hissed out, dodging the ball and putting my hands up defensively in front of my face. She giggled, doubling over and putting her hands on her knees.

She slid her fingers in between the strips of shredded denim. She swore they were her “old and dingy” jeans because she would “never wear her good jeans to clean out a garage.” Judging by the way she swayed her hips when she moved and continued to run her hands along the tears in her thighs and along the sides, they weren’t jeans she hated either.

When I leapt from the overturned bucket I was sitting on, Katie squealed, shuffling backwards towards the door separating the garage from the inside of the house. I caught her before she reached the knob, tugging her to me and backing her slowly into the door.

“That wasn’t very nice, kitten,” I said, hovering above her lips.

“No, but it got me what I wanted, didn’t it?” Her voice was heavy, and when she inhaled, her breath shook.

I raised an eyebrow, running my tongue along her bottom lip. “Oh, did you? What is it you wanted, hmm?”

“I wanted you to—”

Katie didn’t finish her sentence before the door opened and she fell backwards, losing her balance and almost collapsing on the ground behind her. I tightened my grip on her hips, pulling her back to her feet and helping her steady herself against my chest.

“Am I interrupting something?” June laughed. Katie’s mom stood a few steps behind her with her mouth hanging slightly open. Couldn’t have asked for a better first impression than practically pinning her daughter to the garage door twenty minutes after introducing myself. I groaned internally.

Katie turned bright pink and covered her face. “No. Oh my god, no. We were just… uh…”

“About to make out against my garage door?” June giggled, and her mom laughed behind her.

I dropped my hands from Katie’s sides. “Sorry, Cheryl. I promise I’m not an animal.” She chuckled as Katie pleaded with her eyes. “I tried to tell Katie this wasn’t the timeorthe place, but you know how she can be…”

“I do, yes.” When Cheryl laughed, and June joined in, Katie looked flabbergasted, looking between the three of us fast enough to make herself dizzy.

She scoffed. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Oh, relax,” I said, nuzzling against her neck. “I’m just playing with you.”

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