Page 56 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

“Oh, Jesus,” I say. I let out a very loud moan.

The wall of my vagina contracts sharply and doesn’t release.

It just keeps tightening. “Ooph,” I say.

Something huge is building inside me. I’ve never felt anything quite like this before.

“Holy shit,” I say. I begin to lean forward, aching to relieve the pressure.

“No. Don’t lean forward. Back .”

I lean back.

“Good. Now start humping it, babe,” Josh says. “Move your hips like you’re on top of me, fucking the shit out of me, trying to get yourself off.”

I comply, and it’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. My body begins squeezing and clenching fiercely, winding tighter and tighter.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Josh says. He’s begun stroking himself with his free hand. “Oh my God. So hot. Just like that, babe.”

I look at Josh, the way he’s jerking himself off, the totally perverted look on his face, and my entire body bursts into a ball of flames.

I move my hips forward and back with increased enthusiasm, imagining I’m fucking him, and he growls his approval. “Nice,” he says, his hand stroking his shaft fervently. “Oh, Kat. You’re killing me right now. You’re so fucking hot.”

The movement of my hips, combined with the rotation of the dildo and the sight of Josh jacking off—and especially the look on his face—are all conspiring to turn me into something inhuman.

Oh, jeez, I’m about to turn into a freaking werewolf.

I’m sweating. My skin is rippling all over. My heart is leaping out of my chest.

Josh twists the dial again.

Swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe, the machine says, a perfect frenzy of precise stimulation.

Holy shitballs. Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my God.

I make a sound like a wild boar that’s just been struck by a hunter’s crossbow .

“Holy shit,” I gasp. The pleasure is too much to bear.

I have to relieve the pressure somehow. I lean back and fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples and throw my head back, grinding my hips voraciously into the machine, growling like a maimed beast. I’m completely swept away by the outrageous sensation inside my body.

I literally bite my fingers, my knuckles, grab at my hair, claw at my face, looking for relief from the painful pleasure.

“I’m pushing it higher,” Josh chokes out, and the machine buzzes louder.

The dildo is raging inside me now, whacking the shit out of me from the inside.

I look down, expecting to see my abdomen visibly zigging and zagging and lurching with the insane rotation of the dildo inside me, like how that alien bursts out of that guy in Alien, but all I see is my usual belly and pelvis.

“Oh, Jesus,” I whimper.

I’m howling like a trapped animal, fucking the shit out of the machine, sweating like a pig. I’m in pain now. Horrible, brutal pain. And it feels so good.

The entirety of my skin suddenly pricks with goose bumps, exactly like I’m about to throw up—and a strange numbing feeling overtakes my feet. That’s something new. What the hell is that? “Oh, shit,” I say. “I’m gonna come.” I roar. “Oh fuck. It’s coming.” I dry heave. Whoa, that’s new, too.

My toes curl and I let out a weird screeching sound.

“I’m turning on the vibe now, along with the rotation,” Josh whispers, his hand working his shaft furiously.

A low vibration hits my clit and, instantly, my body hurtles into some sort of a seizure, warping and clenching and twisting so violently, I feel like I’m gonna lose control of my bowels. My eyelids flutter and my eyeballs roll into the back of my head. I dry heave again.

I shriek. “Oh my fucking... fuck !”

My entire body wracks with the most intense orgasm of my life. It’s indescribable. I feel like I’m being possessed by a fucking demon.

But rather than give me relief, Josh increases the vibration on my clit.

I can’t control myself. I feel like I’m being electrocuted.

I begin releasing strangled expletives at the top of my lungs as my body is slammed by orgasm after orgasm without reprieve.

Is this one long, continuous, unending climax, or multiple ones stacked one on top of each other?

I can’t tell. The pleasure doesn’t end. My body’s in some sort of trance, warping and wrenching, buckling and undulating, over and over, without relief.

I feel like I’m gonna barf or burst into tears or piss all over myself. Or all of the above.

I make yet another sound I’ve never heard myself make before, and, all of a sudden, I feel warm fluid gushing out of me and pooling underneath me in the saddle.

Was that pee? Well, if it was, I don’t even care.

I just keep humping the saddle furiously, shrieking, my head thrown back, sweat pouring down my face and trickling down my breasts, my body creating a loud slapping noise as my flesh pounds furiously into the wet saddle over and over.

I manage a glance at Josh and he looks enraptured.

The vibe and rotation both increase together and I shriek.

I run my hands over my face, through my hair, bite my fingers, moaning with pleasure and pain. All of a sudden, I feel Josh’s lips on my hard nipples, sucking me. He’s licking up the sweat off my neck, kissing me furiously.

“I want you to suck my cock,” he growls.

I nod. “No. Yes, yes.”

He rises to his feet on the bed, bends his legs to lower his dick to the right height for my face, and shoves his hard-on in front of my face. But instead of shoving it into my mouth, he unexpectedly stops and places his wet tip on my chin, right on my little indentation.

“Oh yeah,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “Look up at me.”

I can barely follow his command. I’m about to come again.

He growls. “Been wanting to do that since I first saw that little cleft in your chin.”

Before I can reply, he slides his hard-on from my chin into my mouth, and I instantly begin sucking on him voraciously, moaning loudly as I do.

This is insane pleasure. My body and mouth are both filled up with cocks, my clit is vibrating, his hands are running through my hair. I swirl my tongue against the little hole at his tip, and he growls loudly, grabbing furiously at the back of my head.

My eyes roll back into my head again .

I’m dizzy.

A strange vertigo overtakes me, a kind of tunnel vision. I feel like I’m literally gonna keel over. A blast of white light bursts in front of my eyes and momentarily dances in my field of vision, as if I’ve just come inside after being in the brightest light and my eyes haven’t yet adjusted.

I bat Josh’s hand forcefully and pull my mouth off his hard-on.

“I can’t,” I sputter.

Josh drops down to the control box in a flash and the machine instantly stops humming. The vibration stops. The dildo stops moving.

The machine comes to a complete stop—and yet I’m still twitching and gasping like a freshly caught fish.

Without hesitation, Josh leaps behind me on the bed, roughly lifts my pelvis off the dildo, pushes me forward onto my hands and knees over the machine, and begins furiously licking and suckling my pussy from behind, lapping up the fluid that’s literally dripping out of me.

I shudder and moan at the sensation of his tongue and mouth slurping and sucking and lapping at my sensitive folds and creases, at how passionately he’s eating me.

“Are you on the pill?” he grunts.

“Yes. Do it.”

“Are you clean?”

“Yes. Do it.”

“I’m clean.”

“Do it.”

He plows into me without hesitation, all the way, and proceeds to fuck the motherfucking shit out of me.

I cry out with pleasure as a bone-rattling climax hurtles through me, yet again.

I’m delirious. Out of my head. Aching for him to tear me clean apart.

His fingers reach around me to my clit as he pounds me, and, all of a sudden, I’m blinded. Literally. All I can see is a white light. Then yellow. Pink. Holy shit. My abdomen twists. I feel like I’m gonna throw up. My toes curl. My skin pricks. I dry heave again.

Warm fluid suddenly gushes out of me the way it did on the machine a few minutes ago and spurts down my thighs. Oh, Jesus. I can’t see. I literally can’t function. I think I’m gonna black out.

Josh grips the back of my hair and comes so hard inside me, I can feel his cum shooting into me.

Holy... Something-Something, Batman. Fucking hell. I’m so fucked up right now, I can’t even come up with a clever Batman quip. Fucking fucky fuck. Holy fuck. Fuck. That’s about all I got. Holy Fuck, Batman. Fuck you.

Josh scoops me up into his arms from behind, kisses my neck, and fondles my sweaty breasts. I can’t return his affection. I can’t move. I’m an inanimate object in his arms. A floppy, spineless, sweaty blow-up doll.

I feel his lips against my ear, his hands in my sweaty hair. “You’re the hottest woman alive, Katherine Ulla Morgan,” he says, kissing my ear. “My fantasy in every fucking way. Holy fucking shit.”