Page 37 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)

“Fuck yeah, I do—I...” I clamp my lips together. I was about to say, “Fuck yeah, I love it.” But using that four-letter word in any context, even regarding something as harmless as Kat’s lingerie, suddenly feels clunky in my mouth. “It’s incredible,” I say.

I unlatch Kat’s stockings from her garter belt and kneel before her, slowly peeling them down her legs, kissing each inch of newly revealed flesh as I go, swirling my tongue around the smooth skin of her thighs and then working my way up to her hips, her belly, her piercing, each flicker of my tongue and kiss of my lips eliciting moans of pleasure and knee-buckles from her.

After several minutes, I brush my fingertips over the gap in her crotchless panties, and my fingers come back slick with her wetness.

“You’re so wet for me,” I breathe.

“I’ve been wet for you all week,” she whispers. “I’ve been dying for you. ”

I lean in and suck on her clit and her knees buckle sharply. She grips my hair to steady herself, and I take that as my cue to penetrate her deeply with my tongue.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, running her fingers through my hair. “You’re so really good at this.”

Her knees buckle again and then again, until she loses complete balance—so I rise, take her by the hand, lead her to the bed, and lay her down on her back. She’s trembling with desire, physically twitching with yearning. Her blues eyes are on fire.

Slowly, I take off my jacket.

“Oh God,” she breathes. She reaches down to touch herself for a brief moment but quickly pulls her hand away, her body visibly shaking.

“Don’t stop,” I order. “Keep touching yourself.”

“But I’m gonna make myself come. I’m almost there.”

“Do it.”

She complies, her eyes like hot coals as her fingers work her clit.

I slowly remove my tie, watching her.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, her hand between her legs.

I peel off my shirt and she gasps at the sight of me.

“I forgot how hot you are,” she says. “Oh my God .”

I rip off my briefs, letting my cock spring free, and crawl onto the bed next to her.

I press my skin against hers, jutting my hard-on into her hip. “Make yourself come while I watch you.”

She closes her eyes, exhales, and begins moving her hand more rapidly.

As she works herself, I kiss her shoulder and neck slowly. Goose bumps rise up on her skin. I tilt her head to the side and kiss the long nape of her neck.

She moans.

I continue laying kisses all over her neck, shoulders, and torso while slowly removing her pesky bra, and the minute her breasts bounce free, I take them greedily into my mouth.

She shudders.

I stroke my fingers up and down her arm several times and then let my fingers trail all the way down to hers, until my fingers are lying directly on top of hers, joining hers in pleasuring her pussy.

She moans and continues working herself, my fingers fused with hers, my lips and tongue swirling over her nipples, neck, and ear.

“You been thinking about me this past week?” I mumble into her skin, working her pussy along with her.

“Every minute of every day,” she chokes out.

Our fingers work her clit together as our tongues slowly dance and swirl together.

I can’t take it anymore. I gently push her hand away and begin working her clit and wetness together with my fingers, using one of the fingering techniques I recently read about in one of Jonas’ books, and Kat’s soft moans instantly transform into full-throated groans.

I gotta admit: I thought I knew it all before reading that damn book (twice), but I’ll be damned if it didn’t teach me a thing or two.

I shift my fingers again, giving her something I’ve never done before, and she begins convulsing with pleasure.

She makes a tortured sound, and I slide my finger up into her ass, right against her anus, just in time to feel her body release with rhythmic waves against my fingertip.

Oh God, I’m so aroused, my cock physically hurts. I’ve never enjoyed giving a woman pleasure quite this much. “You know what I thought about all week long? Eating my whore’s magic pussy.”

Her eyes light up.

I wouldn’t say I’m a man who normally obsesses about going downtown, though I’ve always enjoyed it (with the right woman, of course). And yet, for some reason, when it comes to Kat, I’ve been literally craving the taste of her warm pussy day and night.

I spread her legs open and her breath catches with anticipation.

“Are you ready to earn your million bucks, baby? Because this is gonna turn me on.”

She nods vigorously, her eyes blazing.

I pull the fabric of Kat’s crotchless undies aside and swirl my tongue around and around, but the fabric keeps getting in my way.

With a loud grunt, I pull down her undies and garter belt, throw them across the room, and then resume my assault on her with even more enthusiasm, licking and kissing and sucking every inch of her pussy until she’s smashing herself into my face, clutching the sheets, gripping my hair, and screaming at the top of her lungs.

“You taste so good,” I say, eating her voraciously. “So fucking good. ”

She releases with a loud shriek, and as she does, the sensation of her flesh rippling against my mouth gets me off so hard, I lose my fucking shit.

Without thinking about it, I crawl over her, place a knee on either side of her head, grip her hair (a lot harder than I should), and wordlessly plunge my cock deep into her mouth.

“Time to earn your fee, baby,” I growl.

Her response is immediate and through the roof.

Either she’s a better actress than Gabrielle LeMonde or she’s really getting off on getting face-fucked.

Either way, she’s moaning like a sheep at slaughter as her throat receives the full length of me.

I respond to her enthusiasm by thrusting even harder and deeper into her warm, wet mouth, almost all the way.

She reaches up and yanks on me, pulling me into her, signaling me to go even deeper, fuck her even harder, so I do.

Oh my God, she’s going insane with pleasure right now and I’m hurtling toward an epic orgasm myself on a bullet train—which means, motherfucker, I truly have to stop.

Yes, I agreed to treat her like my whore—and, as it turns out, I’m quite happy to do it.

But I didn’t jack off for an entire week on FaceTime, just to blow my load into the woman’s goddamned mouth.

I grip the top of Kat’s hair firmly and pull out of her mouth—and when she looks up at me, she’s in a stupor.

“You’re good at sucking cock, baby,” I say, rubbing the tip of my cock against the cleft in her chin. “It’s no wonder sheiks, kings, and presidents want you so bad.”

Her eyes light up. “I like sucking your cock, baby,” she says. “Let me do it again and make you come.” She lowers her mouth and licks my tip, making me shudder.

“No, babe,” I say. “I want my paid whore’s magic pussy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say, ‘Whatever you wish.’”

“Whatever you wish,” she purrs.

Wordlessly, I guide her on top of me—moaning with pleasure as my cock enters her. The minute she’s on my saddle, I grip her hips and guide her pelvis into enthusiastic movement.

“Josh,” she cries, her tits bouncing wildly as she fucks me. “Oh my God, yes .”

She’s turning me on so much, I can’t even think. “You feel so good,” I growl, grasping her rocking hips. “Oh my God, Kat, you feel so fucking good.”

I slide my fingers up her ass—a move that’s pushed her over the edge in the past—and this time, as before, it sends her directly into an orgasm. Her entire body stiffens. Her eyes roll back into her head. Her moans and whimpers morph into shrieks.

Note to self: Kat likes ass-play.

When Kat’s climax subsides, I throw her onto the bed and guide her onto her hands and knees—and then, without hesitation, spank the shit out of her ’til she’s squealing and moaning and twitching, and then I grip her hips and fuck her again from this new position.

I’ve positioned Kat this way for my benefit—doggy-style happens to be one of my favorite ways to fuck—plus, after the orgasm Kat just had, I’m figuring she’s all done and it’s my turn now.

But after only a handful of deep thrusts, it’s clear my little whore is ramping up to go off again.

Jesus, she’s supernatural.

I slow down my thrusts, trying my damnedest to hang on, and she makes that sharp-intake-of-breath sound that seems to signal an impending orgasm.

I’m pretty sure that particular sound means two things: one, my girl’s hanging on by the barest of threads, and, two, it’s time for me to yank that motherfucking thread and watch her unravel.

I reach underneath her and grope her breasts and pinch her nipples and she jerks underneath my thrusting body like a bucking bronco.

Nice. I increase the speed and depth of my thrusts and she begins whimpering.

Good. I reach around and massage her clit, using one of the techniques described in my handy-dandy new book, and she wails with pleasure.

“I’m addicted to you, baby,” I say, sweat dripping off my brow. “Fucking addicted. ”

“Oh my fuck,” she responds. “Jesus Christ Superstar. Motherfucker.”

Clearly, she likes what I’m doing (either that or she took acid before we started fucking), but, still, she doesn’t release.

I bite her shoulder. Rub her back. Kiss her neck. Grab her hair roughly. All while thrusting and groping and licking and fingering her .

“Oh my—oh jeeeeeeeeezus,” she moans. “ Yes .”

She sounds like she’s possessed. Why isn’t she climaxing? Women are impossible to figure out, I swear to God.

Shit. I can’t hang on much longer. This is too fucking good.

Oh. I suddenly know exactly what to do.

I drape myself over her back, my fingers still working her clit, my cock thrusting deep inside her, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her slick skin, and press my lips into her ear. “You’re worth every fucking penny, baby,” I whisper. “Every fucking penny.”