Page 21 of Tempting Kat (Lust & Luxury #2)

Conrad

I stare down at her, this fucking gorgeous woman on her knees, her lips wet and swollen from sucking my fingers, and my cock is so hard it's painful. I've never seen anything more perfect in my life than Katarina looking up at me with those defiant eyes, even as she follows my commands.

Fuck, I dislike brats. Always have. They're exhausting, high-maintenance, and almost never worth the trouble.

Except her. Katarina's brand of bratty makes me want to spend the rest of my life putting her in her place just to watch her fight back. Just to see that look in her eyes when I eventually win.

Christ, spanking her was better than I could have ever imagined. The way her ass turned that delicious shade of pink under my hand, the way she pretended to hate it while her pussy dripped all over my thigh.

“Get up,” I growl, grabbing her arms and hauling her off the floor. She stumbles slightly, still dazed from her orgasm, and I use the opportunity to spin her around and bend her over the edge of the bed.

“What the fuck, Conrad?” she gasps, her hands fisting in the expensive bedspread.

I don't answer her. Instead, I take a moment to appreciate the view—her skin still red from my hand; her soaked panties clinging to her pussy. I yank them down her thighs and toss them aside, leaving her completely exposed to me.

“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants. My cock springs free, rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. I wrap my hand around it, giving myself a few slow strokes as I drink in the sight of her.

“Are you just going to stand there jerking off, or are you going to fuck me?” she taunts, looking back over her shoulder at me.

I smack her ass again, right on the reddest part, and she yelps. “I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready.”

I step closer, my cock in hand, and run the head over her heated ass cheeks. The contrast of my skin against her reddened flesh is intoxicating. I trace the curve of her ass, then slide my cock between her cheeks, loving the way she squirms.

“Conrad, please,” she whimpers, pushing back against me.

“Begging already?” I chuckle, moving my cock lower until it slides through her slick folds. Fuck, she's so wet. “What happened to all that attitude? Breaking you was easier than I expected then.”

She mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “fuck you,” but I let it slide.

“You feel that?” I position the head of my cock at her entrance. “I'm going to use this tight little cunt to get myself off. Going to fuck you until I cum so deep inside you that you'll be feeling me drip out of you for hours.”

I push just the tip of my cock inside her, savoring the way her pussy stretches around me. She's so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from ramming into her.

“By the way,” I say, my voice strained as I fight for control, “I bought your apartment building tonight.”

“You what?” She tries to look over her shoulder at me, but I push her head back down.

“That shithole you live in? It's mine now.” I slide in another inch, watching her pussy lips stretch around my girth. “I'm getting everything redone. New plumbing, new wiring, actual fucking security.”

“Conrad, what the fuck?—”

“And that death trap of an elevator?” I grip her hips harder, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Getting replaced next month. No more climbing all them fucking stairs.”

“You can't just?—”

I cut her off by slamming into her to the hilt, burying myself balls-deep in her center. We both cry out—her from the sudden fullness, me from the wet heat gripping my cock like a vise.

“Fuck!” she screams, her back arching. “Oh my god, you're so fucking big!”

“And you're so fucking tight,” I groan, holding still for a moment to keep from cumming right then. “Like your pussy was made for my dick.”

I pull out until just the head remains inside her, then drive back in hard enough to make the bed frame creak. Her entire body jerks forward with the force of my thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” I demand, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping with each thrust. “My cock splitting you open? Fucking you like you belong to me?”

“Yes!” she moans, pushing back to meet my thrusts.

I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I pound into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with her desperate moans and my rough grunts.

“You think anyone's ever fucked you like this?” I snarl, slapping her ass with my free hand. “You think any of those boys you've been with know how to handle this pussy?”

Releasing her hair, I grab both hips, using the leverage to drive into her even harder.

The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, and I briefly wonder if the people in the next room can hear us.

The thought makes my cock throb—let them hear.

Let the whole fucking hotel know I'm claiming what's mine.

“Touch yourself,” I command, not slowing my pace. “Make yourself cum on my cock.”

She reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. I can feel her movements as she rubs herself, her pussy getting tighter around me.

“Oh, fuck, I'm close,” she pants, her fingers working frantically between her legs.

I lean over her back, my chest pressing against her, and growl into her ear. “You know your apartment's gonna be torn apart for at least a month while they fix everything, right?”

Her rhythm falters. “What? A month?”

“You heard me.” I punctuate my words with particularly deep thrusts that make her gasp. “You're not going back there. The whole building's getting gutted.”

“Where am I supposed to—” She tries to look back at me again, but I push her face back down into the mattress to combat that bratty fucking mouth.

“It’s obvious. You're staying with me.”

“The fuck I am!” she protests, even as her pussy grips me tighter. “I'll find somewhere else to stay.”

I pull out completely, flipping her over onto her back before she can finish. Her eyes are wild, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in surprise. I grab her knees, spreading them wide and positioning myself between her thighs again.

“You're staying with me,” I repeat, shoving back inside her in one sharp thrust that makes her eyes roll back. “End of fucking discussion.”

“You can't just—” she starts, but I cut her off by wrapping my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“If you want to get fucking mouthy about it,” I snarl, leaning down until my face is inches from hers, “I'll stick my cock so far down your throat it'll fucking imprint on your esophagus. You understand me?”

Her eyes widen, but I can feel her pussy fluttering around me. The little pain slut likes it.

“Fuck you,” she breathes, but there's no real heat behind it.

I release her throat, grabbing her legs instead and pushing them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half as I start to thrust again. The new angle lets me hit even deeper, and she cries out with each stroke.

“Baby, I am fucking you. Now shut up and take this dick and let me fucking take care of you, my pretty little obsession.”

The sight of her—flushed, sweaty, her makeup smeared—is fucking art. My dick disappears inside her over and over, her pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go.

I slow my pace, dragging my cock almost all the way out before sinking back in torturously slow. “What was that? I don't think good girls talk to their daddies like that.”

Her pussy clenches at the word daddies , and I can't help the smirk that spreads across my face.

“I'm not your good girl,” she pants, her nails digging into my forearms where I'm holding her legs.

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “No, you're my bad girl. My filthy, desperate girl who can't get enough of my dick.”

She moans, her back arching off the bed.

“But you know what?” I continue, my voice dropping even lower. “You're also fucking beautiful. The most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.”

I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb and pressing down hard.

She shatters instantly, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm tears through her. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, pulsing and squeezing as she screams my name. I feel her gush around me, soaking both of us, the bed, everything.

“That's it, baby,” I groan, fighting to hold back my own release as I fuck her through her orgasm.

The way she orgasms, her whole body being affected and the little whimpers escaping her is enough to push me over the edge.

I thrust into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm rips through me.

My cock pulses inside her, pumping deep into her pussy.

I groan like a fucking animal, my fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to leave marks as I empty myself inside her.

“I'm never fucking letting you go,” I murmur against her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. “You hear me? Never letting you and this bratty little pussy go.”

She makes a noise that's half laugh, half groan. “You're crushing me, old man.”

I lift my head to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“Old man, huh?” I pull out of her slowly, watching as my cum immediately starts to leak from her well-fucked pussy. The sight makes my spent cock twitch with interest. “This old man just fucked you into next week.”

I stand up, admiring the view of her sprawled on the bed for a few moments. Without warning, I scoop her up into my arms, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she demands as I carry her toward the bathroom.

“Taking care of what's mine,” I tell her, kicking the bathroom door open.

The bathroom is massive, with a glass-enclosed shower big enough for four people and a soaking tub that could double as a small pool. I head straight for the shower, still carrying her.

“I can walk, you know,” she grumbles, but she's not struggling to get down.