by Gage Grayson
Katy is a force to be reckoned with, and I’m learning that in the most intriguing of ways. Just when I thought I had her spent, she’s come up for round two.
She’s tenacious as hell and provocative, too. She’s a woman like no other. And she proves it when she spits on my cock to make it nice and slippery, ready for me to slide right down her throat.
Katy
I’m getting his massive cock nice and slippery.
I’m preparing to give him my full submission.
It’s as if I’m hypnotized by the length and the girth of his giant cock. I forget myself, and I forget the fact that I’m supposed to be resisting him.
I just can’t deny myself for one second longer the pleasure of having his huge, heavy cock deep down my throat.
I came in here to masturbate, to blow off some steam. But instead, he caught me, and he made me erupt in a way that I have never felt before. I mean, he made me come like three times just with his fingers.
And I know he thinks that because of that...I’m his.
But he’s wrong. This is all for me. This is what I want.
And when I’m done, I’ll let him go so easily, just like I have all the others.
I don’t get committed to anyone. And he’s not going to be the exception.
I don’t care how gorgeous his cock is. I don’t care how much I want to taste it and devour it for all the days of my life. I can resist.
I have to resist.
I let him think he’s in control. I’m the one on my knees, giving him the best handjob I can give, getting ready to take that cock down my throat.
From his bird’s eye view, I must look like the weaker sex, but from my position, I have his cock at my disposal.
He’s got this domination thing all wrong. I’m in control to matter what. And I gain that control by making him think that he’s the one doing it.
The time has come for me to feast. I open wide and take his cock down my throat. Soon, he grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock into my mouth, fucking my mouth, trying to make me pay for when I humiliated him in the jail.
He thrusts so hard that my eyes water. It’s all too much, and yet I don’t gag. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I am weak under the power of his cock. I refuse to gag.
“You want it, Katy, don’t you? This is what you’ve been dreaming of your whole fucking life,” he says to me harshly.
I can’t deny that what he says is true. I’ve dreamt of the day this would happen, the day when I would meet a man whose vigor and tenacity could equal my own. And I’ve known the perfect cock was waiting for me somewhere.
Is it wrong that I care more about that than who he is inside?
He’s pumping into me so damn hard. His giant member is hitting the back of my throat, and god, it’s like my greatest pleasure.
I want him. That much is sure. I need this cock ever deeper into whatever hole he desires.
I’ll never admit my aching need to him. But he probably senses it by the way I’m so eager to take him in.
“Open your throat, Katy. Open it wider.” He’s gasping as he says it.
I do as he says, and somehow, he’s able to slide it in another inch or so.
I can already tell from this short experience that he’s the best I’ve ever had. I already know my feelings of want and desire for him are going further than they should.
But I’m not going to back up now. I need this. I need him.
“Fuck, Katy, that’s so good. Just like that.”
I moan around his cock because I have to. I feel like I could come again under the weight and force of him. He’s so hot, and this is the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen.
I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second. I have to get off again. I just have to.
I moan and cry in pleasure around his cock, and that spurs him on even more. He’s plunging it hard into my mouth, and I take it all without one single gag.
I don’t care if I can’t breathe. I don’t care if I ever breathe again. I just need more of him inside of me.
I start to furiously finger my clit.
Please, god, release some of the pressure.
It’s like I’m a volcano that can’t stop erupting.
I look up at him as best I can and see that he’s smiling down at me with a wicked sort of grin, happy to see that I can’t help but pleasure myself while taking him in.
“Good girl,” he says. “Do what you have to do, baby. Is my cock so much for you that you just have to come?”
He’s tormenting me, of course. How could he not?
He finally knows that yes, he’s my dominant. I would do whatever he asks right now. I have totally forgotten myself, and all I can think of is coming for him.
It’s intoxicating, and I realize he has secret powers of seduction that I wasn’t aware were possible.
He’s sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I’m looking up at him from my place on the floor, fingering myself.
For a second, our eyes meet, and it’s like fire. We both recognize the moment. We are both taken aback by how strong the connection is.
Though I’ll never admit it, I know this is more than sex. I know there’s something else here.
He feels it too. I’m certain. But neither of us will admit the truth.
We’re connected now in an unspeakable way of pleasure and torment and sex, all rolled into one.
He glances down at me again. I see that fire in his eyes, his scorching hot desire, and it makes me come right then and there. I cry out around his cock, and he knows what’s happening to me as I convulse.
The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth and spraying his hot load all over my tits and my face.
I want it. I love it. I lap up every last drop of it.
And with this, he knows that I’ve totally surrendered to him.
I’ll be passive and subdued as long as it means experiencing him in this way again and again. Our simultaneous orgasm does nothing to make me want him less. Instead, he’s fanned the flames.
I scoop up every last drop of cum from my tits and my face, and he watches as I lick my fingers.
I know I’m in a dangerous position, allowing him to see me so vulnerable. He probably thinks I’m one of his bitches, one of the sluts he picks up every night. I know the type; he’s a playboy for sure.
And instead of holding my cards close to my chest, I’ve given everything away by admitting my appetite for him. I can’t hide it. I tried.
Who would have thought? Katy―the consummate escape artist, the lone wolf, the hacker genius. But I can’t hide from him. I don’t understand what kind of power he’s wielding over me, but for some reason, my usual tactics of pretending to be someone I’m not, of hiding my true nature, aren’t working on him.
He seems to see through me as clearly as he would a window. I’m transparent like glass. What’s happening to me?
I need to pull away. I should go. I should vanish from his life.
I start to gather my clothes to get up to leave the bathroom, but once again, he doesn’t let me.
“Where do you think you’re going, Katy? We’re just getting started. I know you want more, and I’ve only begun to show you just how good it can be,” he says.
I stumble over my words. “I should go, Marcus. Really, this is going too far. I should be getting back to…” My voice trails off because in truth, I have nowhere else to go, nowhere to be.
He sees through my lie because he sees through me so easily. I’m tempted to stay. And for a moment, my life is like the metaphor of two roads diverging in the woods...which way will I go?
I want him badly, yes. But I have a life and an identity to protect. I already feel as if Marcus is a danger zone.
I could get so wrapped up in him that I might forget myself. I mean, haven’t I already?
I’ve worked too hard to become this person. I’ve worked too hard to let him have this kind of control over me.
I’m strong. I’m talented. And above all, I don’t need anyone in my life.
I can take care of myself.
Every part of my mind is telling me to run away, but my intuition wants to stay. For once it would be nice to not have to care so much about hiding who I really am. To be a regular kind of woman, a normal girl who has nothing to hide and nowhere else to be.
But that’s just not me. My truth is ever deeper, so much more complicated than that.
I’ll never be a normal girl.
And so, I try to run.
Marcus
She’s on her way towards the door.
I watch her with amusement as she fumbles with the clasp of her bra.
“You know I can help you with that,” I say, sure as ever that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.
“No, no. You’ve done enough. You’ve been great, really. But I should be going. I have so much to do,” she says.
I’ve never had a woman try to escape my presence before. Usually, they’re clamoring for more. Usually, they can’t get enough.
But once again, Katy defies all expectations. She’s more different than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s incredibly independent, and she obviously leads a double life―activist by day, hacker by night.
The fact that she’s leaving me, running away, makes me think that she has something more to hide―or that there’s more to her than meets the eye. I already know what her real work is, so what else is there to her?
I never dreamed that spying on my hacker could be this much fun. Nor did I expect her to be so damn gorgeous.
I have to have more of her.
I walk lazily to the kitchen and pull out a bottle of wine. I’m not going to chase her down, but I will try to entice her back to my bed.
“Katy, come on, you can’t leave without a drink. Stay with me for one glass of wine,” I offer.
She looks into my eyes, and I can tell that she wants to stay and that she’s torn inside about what to do. I also know that I’m hedging all my bets on the fact that she will stay. If I let her walk out that door, there’s a good chance I may never see her again.
Every time I want to be with her, I need to have my investigators find her, and this game is getting old. Somehow I have to figure out a way for her to let me into her life so that I can see exactly how she’s planning to target my company.
She’s amazing, yes. But I have a mission to uphold. I won’t let anybody take down my business, not even this interesting girl with the pixie hair and the tight little body.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in the process.
I’m dying to take this all the way. I need to be inside of Katy…now.
I walk over towards her, take her hand, and pull her back towards the kitchen.
“Come on, one glass of wine. You need it after how many times you came,” I say, tempting her.
She looks at me for a long while before saying, “Okay, fine. I’m not going to resist a nice Cabernet. I don’t really have any place to be anyway.”
At last. A sliver of truth comes out of her mouth.
“Good, now have a seat in front of the fire.” I point towards the soft rug and flip the fire on.
This place is definitely missing all the bells and whistles of my penthouse. We’re drinking a mediocre bottle of wine, and I don’t have my chef preparing dinner. There’s virtually no view from this apartment, and I definitely wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Katy.
I join her on the rug and pull into her for a kiss.
She’s tentative, and I whisper, “Why are you holding back?”
“I’m not used to...this.” She gestures around her at the apartment and the wine.
If this is too different for her, I can only imagine how off-putting my penthouse and billionaire lifestyle would be.
“You’re not used to being wined and dined?” I ask.
“Listen, Marcus. I like you, but I think you should understand that I don’t have boyfriends. This can’t go much further,” she says.
I put her wine down and gently push her back down upon the rug. I kiss her deeply and cup her tits in my hand.
“Well, I don’t do girlfriends, so I guess that makes us the perfect match.” I breathe the words into her mouth as we kiss.
With everything laid out on the table, I think she feels freer to be with me. She kisses me heartily now, as if she’s been craving it forever.
Once again, I pull her tank off and then her bra. I pull her jeans off, and she’s left in nothing but the thing that’s wet with the juices of her desire for me.
I undress and pull my huge cock out, which she’s eyeing with satisfaction. I put my legs on either side of her chest, and she takes my cock in.
I like this position, of mounting her chest. She’s pinned beneath me, and I have all control. I need her to make my cock nice and wet―and for her to want it to be inside of her.
She takes it down her throat like a champ, never gagging once. Then I pull out and move down her body, trailing kisses down her tits and torso until my mouth finds her nicely-shaven pussy.
I lick her clit, and she starts to cry out my name. She’s angling her hips trying to get me to take her the right way. Little does she know she’s about to get the full force of my cock.
I suck her clit and then push her legs back behind her head.
“Nice, baby. You’re so flexible,” I say to her face, contorted with the desperation of wanting me so bad.
I have a nice view of her pussy spread out before me, and her tits are heaving up and down in line with her ragged breathing.
Katy’s clutching the rug, holding on for dear life, as the ride of her life is about to begin.
I sink my thick cock deep inside her, and she comes right away. I guess the build-up that led to this moment was worth it.
Maybe her dash for the door was just a ploy to drag out the seduction that would bring us here. She couldn’t have left without knowing what my cock would feel like inside of her. And I’m making it worth it now.
It’s worth every second of waiting.
“Baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
I fuck her hard, and together we’re sliding the rug across the floor. I can’t hold back with her. I just want her to feel the full weight of my cock pounding into her.
She’s come once already, and I order her to finger her clit to make it happen again.
She does so quickly, and I love the way she obeys me. It’s a feeling that I want to have forever. I want to control Katy and to know that she’s mine.
I fuck her hard, and she comes again. She cries out, and her body shakes while her pussy tightens even more around my throbbing cock.
I keep her legs pushed back so that I can gain every inch of access. I want to consume her and for her to never forget this moment with me.
She’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I know this already.
She looks dizzy and spent. I take that as my cue to come. I plunge into her hard, and she scratches against the floors, trying to get a hold of something.
The force of my cock is too much for her―and yet I can tell she likes it.
I don’t pull out this time. I want her to feel my hot essence spreading within her. I come hard, and Katy does again, too. She squeezes her eyes shut and starts to vibrate around me.
“Oh, fuck, Marcus, I want you so bad,” she purrs.
That’s what I needed to hear, confirmation that I’m the one she wants. There’ll be no others that compare after this. No one can compete with me, and I know that I am forever in her eyes the best she’s ever had.
I let my cock empty inside her before finally pulling out. I lie down next to her on the floor, and we’re covered in sweat, and we’re breathing deeply.
She rolls over onto her side and says, “Marcus, I don’t do boyfriends, but that was fucking amazing. Do you always fuck like that?”
I look at her and say, “I try to.”
The truth is she will never know that she’s
the best I’ve ever had. She’s technically my enemy. I wasn’t expecting to fuck her, and I wasn’t expecting it to be so good.
I already want more.
But she’s gathering her clothes and heading for the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and the fantasy dissipates: I know that, for now, Katy is not really mine to claim.
Katy
I wake up while it’s still dark outside.
There’s a soreness between my legs that defies anything I’ve ever known. It’s a soreness that can only come from being fucked really well.
Marcus is everything I could want and more. I know it’s dangerous ground to feel this way because it makes me vulnerable to him―but suddenly I’m okay with that.
It’s not typically how I work. I need to have power and autonomy over my life no matter what, but for the moment, I’m glad that I let Marcus into my life. Just a little.
I look over at his sleeping face and body in the darkness of night, and I can’t deny that he’s handsome even now, shrouded in shadow. He’s thoroughly fucked me and made me submit. I’m trying not to let my feelings get involved, but it’s hard not to with him.
That’s why I have to make yet another escape. I can’t let myself fall down the rabbit hole of love and lust for someone I just met.
I have to get out of here before he realizes that I’m awake. Marcus has this charming way of wanting me to stick around. He’ll probably offer me breakfast or coffee or something, and I won’t be able to deny him because he’s startlingly good at having me wrapped around his finger.
That’s not good news for me.
I slide out of bed and gently tiptoe to the bathroom where I can find my clothes and sneak out of here. I splash some cool water on my face, and images of last night keep flashing across my brain.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had. I can definitely see myself becoming addicted to him, and for a moment, I become jealous of all the women he will have in the future that are not me.
This is my final goodbye to him.
I put on my clothes haphazardly and leave his place.
It’ll be good for him to see that I disappeared before he awoke. I can’t have him thinking this will develop into something further. And now, he won’t be able to find me ever again.
