Chapter 258 - My Scent On You *

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"Everywhere," he swore under his breath. He watched as she eyed his c.o.c.k with hunger in her eyes. The point of her attention was standing at attention, waiting for her to lavish more.

"See how happy I am?" he smirked.

She mumbled something that he couldn't hear. But the smile she gave as she reached down to the hem of the shirt and sliding it away from her body, revealing all of her skin left him breathless. "The shirt smells like you," she said, smiling softly.

"I love that my scent is on you." You could see how hot and bother he was.

"I've been pretending like you are here," she confessed, her voice almost a whisper.

"You can't imagine how much I want that to be true," he groaned.

"We have no one interrupting us now," she sounded evil. The wickedness in her eyes made him laugh. "Whatever do you want to do to me?" She tilted her head and trailed her finger down her sternum.

"I want to touch you and taste you and hold you until the wee hours of the night." Katherine knew he wasn't lying.

"Where do you want to touch me?" She m.o.a.ned from her own touch over her b.r.e.a.s.ts. From the tip of her n.i.p.p.l.es to the soft skin underneath, he wanted to touch it all.

"Right there."

"Like this?" she teased, brushing her knuckles over her n.i.p.p.l.es and feeling them harden under her ministration. How she wished Cage was there to wrap his lips around it.

"Rougher," he demanded hungrily. She narrowed her eyes as she pinched lightly. She hid her smile when she heard him m.o.a.n and watched as his hand descended to his c.o.c.k and palmed it. "Just like that," the words came as a sigh. Cage watched eagerly as she administered the same attention to the other b.r.e.a.s.t. "Beautiful," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

She ignored his compliments and went for the throat. "I want your c.o.c.k."

He cursed before he replied. "All yours."

"I want it in my mouth." Cage gulped, visibly shaken and wondering how long he could hold out. At this rate he would c.u.m in no time and embarrass himself. No doubt, that was what she intended to do. Bold and beautiful Katherine had a way of getting her way. If she wanted him relieved fast and to get sleep, she would try her best to break him.

"I love it when you wrap your lips around me." He sighed. "It reminds me of the stain you left on my c.o.c.k. I had a hard time taking it off later in the shower." His reminder jolted her. She grew breathless as she too remembered the scene. She screwed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on her plan.

"I know you do. It was my plan to make the experience unforgivable." She gave him a cursory wink. "You also like it when I hum." She demonstrated in case he had forgotten. How was he supposed to? It was one of those tricks that made him wonder what she ate to make her think of some ideas. His hand stilled on his c.o.c.k as he tried to repress the need to blow his seed.

"Damn it," he cursed. He heated look he gave accompanied his words perfectly, "Where do you want my mouth?" he asked. He made a show of licking his lips and she let out a quite gasp. Cage knew that she didn't think he had heard.

Katherine was about to speak when he shushed her. "Show me," he demanded with a wicked grin. He had turned the game to his favor.

She spread her legs open, scooting back so that she was in frame and then pushed the pink panties aside. Her p.u.s.s.y was in his view, glistening in the light of her room. One hand remained on her b.r.e.a.s.t while the other travelled down her stomach to her h.i.p.s and then to her clit. She circled it with her middle finger and watched him with a steady gaze.

Katherine was killing him. "You want me to taste you?" He leaned forward, his voice amplifying. She nodded. "Close your eyes. Can you feel my tongue on you?"

Another little nod that made her look adorable. He watched her as her head fell back and rested against the headboard, her mouth slightly open as she circled her clit with her finger. Cage reached over to the nightstand to grab her lotion and squirted a generous amount on his pleading c.o.c.k. When he looked at her again, she had plunged two fingers inside her and stroked harder. His palm found his c.o.c.k instantly, in sync with her strokes. The scent of her lotion permeated her room giving him a feeling of having her in the same room.

"I want you inside me," she whispered roughly, placing another finger inside her. Her h.i.p.s bucked as she tried to keep pace with her pleasure. She squirmed and dug her fingers into her b.r.e.a.s.t as she chased. Cage suddenly realized that he liked this better than watching her ride her toys.

"More than anything. Do you want me to f.u.c.k you?" She m.o.a.ned in response. Cage took it as agreement as she started to work herself frantically. It wouldn't take her long, which was good for him because he could barely stop himself from coming. He jerked his c.o.c.k as he put his filthy mouth to good use.

"I'm so f.u.c.k.i.n.g hard. Having your p.u.s.s.y wrapped around me, all warmth and silk as I f.u.c.k you hard.. Can you feel it?"

She choked out a yes. "More! I miss your c.o.c.k so much."

'Of course you do,' he thought confidently. "I miss being inside you, too. I can't wait to have your legs around my h.i.p.s and your n.i.p.p.l.es in my mouth. I can't wait to bite down on your shoulders as I f.u.c.k you to the inch of your life." If this wasn't filth, he didn't know what was.