Page 32 of Tempting Kat (Lust & Luxury #2)

I step back where she can see me and slowly strip off my gym shorts. My cock springs free, hard and aching, pre-cum already beading at the tip. I wrap my hand around it, stroking slowly.

“Look at what you do to me,” I say, squeezing my shaft.

I pump my dick a few more times, watching Katarina's eyes follow every movement of my hand. Her breathing is shallow, anticipation written across her flushed face. I can't get enough of the way she looks—spread out for me, vulnerable and waiting.

“Stay right there,” I command, though she wouldn’t move much anyway because she wants this as much as I do, if not more.

I walk toward the partition in the corner of the room. It’s something you’d see centuries ago, something for women to stand behind and dress or undress. I hope to use it to tease myself one day.

Slipping behind the partition, I find myself on the other side of the glory hole wall. The view from here is fucking perfection—Kat's pussy and ass presented to me like a goddamn feast, framed perfectly by the opening I designed specifically for her measurements.

I step between her legs, my cock throbbing with need. Instead of plunging straight in like every cell in my body is screaming to do, I drag my length up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness.

“Fuck,” I grunt, feeling how soaked she is. “Look how wet you are for me.”

She wiggles her hips, trying to get me to enter her, but I pull back just enough to deny her.

“Where'd all that attitude go, baby?” I ask, circling the head of my cock around her clit. “Where's my bratty girl now?”

“Conrad,” she huffs, pushing back against me.

“That's not what I asked,” I say, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint. “Where's that mouth of yours? The one that was telling me to fuck off five minutes ago?”

I continue teasing her, sliding my cock through her folds without giving her what she really wants. Each time she thinks I'm about to push in, I pull back, rubbing the sensitive head against her entrance before moving away.

“Fucking put it in already,” she finally snaps, frustration breaking through her haze of arousal.

“There she is,” I chuckle darkly. “There's my brat.”

Instead of giving in, I continue the torment, dipping just the tip inside before withdrawing completely, watching her cunt clench around nothing.

“I swear to god, Conrad,” she hisses, her voice taking on that edge I love so much. “If you don't fuck me right now?—”

“You'll what?” I challenge, spanking her other cheek just as hard. “What exactly will you do, stuck like this with your pussy at my mercy?”

“I'll fucking kill you in your sleep,” she snarls, and I can't help but laugh.

“No, you won't,” I say confidently. “But I’d like to see you try. It turns me on thinking about you getting a little violent.”

With a low growl, I finally give in to what we both want. I grab her hips with both hands and bury myself in one thrust.

The strangled cry that escapes her lips is fucking music.

“This is what you needed, isn't it?” I growl, my hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. “My cock splitting you open, claiming what's mine.”

“Fuck,” she moans, her voice muffled through the wall. “Yes, fuck me harder.”

I grip her hips tight enough to bruise, pulling her back onto my cock as I slam forward. The wet sounds of her pussy taking me fill the room, obscene and perfect.

“You're going to accept it, Katarina,” I pant, driving into her with punishing force. “My fucking love. My baby. All of it.”

Her pussy clenches around me at my words, a telltale sign that she's turned on by what I'm saying.

“You think I don't notice how your cunt gets tighter when I talk about knocking you up?” I growl, circling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “You fucking love it. The thought of me breeding you.”

“Conrad,” she gasps, and I can tell she's fighting it, still trying to hold on to her control even as her body betrays her.

I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I continue to pound into her. “I want to see you round with my child. Want to watch your breasts swell with milk. Want everyone to know you're mine.”

Her walls flutter around my cock, and I know she's close again. I slow my thrusts, making each one deep and deliberate.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough with exertion. “Tell me you want it too.”

When she doesn't respond immediately, I stop moving altogether, my cock buried deep inside her but motionless.

“Conrad, please,” she whimpers.

“Please what?” I pull out until just the tip remains inside her, denying us both. “Tell me what you want, Katarina. I need to hear you say it.”

She makes a frustrated noise, trying to push back against me, but I hold her hips firmly in place.

“I want—” she starts, then stops.

“What do you want, baby? Say it.” I slip just a little deeper, teasing her.

“I want you to fuck me,” she finally says, her voice breaking.

“And?” I press, knowing there's more she's holding back.

The silence stretches for a moment, then: “I want you to cum inside me.”

My cock throbs at her words, but I need more. “Why do you want me to cum inside you, Katarina? Tell me.”

Another pause, longer this time, and I think she might refuse. Then I hear it, so quiet I almost miss it.

“Because the thought of having a baby, your baby, terrifies and excites me,” she whispers, the confession torn from her like it physically hurt to admit.

My cock pulses at her words, and I slam back into her with renewed force. “Look up, Katarina,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Look in the fucking mirror and watch me breed you.”

I hear her gasp as she tilts her head back, seeing us reflected in the ceiling mirror. The sight is fucking magnificent—her body trembling, her body framed perfectly by the gloryhole as I drive into her from behind.

“That's it,” I growl, picking up the pace. “Watch me knock you up. Watch me put my baby inside you.”

Her pussy clenches around me, getting impossibly tighter. “Conrad, fuck?—”

“You like that idea, don't you?” I slam into her harder, watching her face in the mirror as pleasure contorts her features.

“Yes,” she moans, no longer fighting it. “Yes, fuck, I want it.”

I reach down to rub her clit again, feeling how swollen it is. “This pretty pussy was made for me. Made to take my cum. Made to carry my child.”

She's writhing now, pushing back against me with each thrust, meeting my rhythm. Her eyes are locked on the mirror, watching as I fuck her through the wall.

“You're going to look so fucking beautiful pregnant,” I tell her, feeling my balls tighten as my own orgasm approaches. “Going to keep you full of my cum until it takes. Going to fuck you every day, multiple times a day, until my baby takes root inside you.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her walls fluttering around my cock. “I'm close, don't stop.”

“Never stopping,” I promise, drilling into her relentlessly. “This is just the beginning.”

Her breathing becomes erratic, her moans higher-pitched. I can feel her getting close, her cunt gripping me like a vise.

“Let go, baby,” I encourage, rubbing her clit faster.

She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing as the orgasm rips through her. Her pussy spasms around me, milking my cock.

“Fuck, Katarina,” I groan, my hips jerking erratically as I feel my own release building.

I drive into her one last time, burying myself as deep as possible as my cock pulses and potentially creating life.

Holding myself inside her for a long moment, savoring the sensation of what we just done. My cock is still semi-hard, pulsing with aftershocks as I grind my hips against her ass, making sure every drop is as deep as possible.

“Let me out,” she pants, her voice ragged. “I need to clean up.”

I grip her hips tighter, keeping her exactly where I want her. “No, I don't think so.”

“What?” She tries to wiggle free, but the glory hole wall keeps her firmly in place.

“You're gonna lay here for a bit, keeping me inside you,” I tell her, my voice low and commanding. “Let my cum do its job.”

She laughs, a breathless sound that makes her pussy clench around my softening cock. “Haha, very funny. Let me out, Conrad.”

I press my body flush against her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly with my hands on her hips. “No one is laughing, Katarina.”

Pushing against her more firmly, angling her lower body so it's resting upward against my lower stomach. This position ensures nothing can drip out—keeps everything pooled inside her where it belongs.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Her voice has an edge to it—half aroused, half pissed off. Exactly how I like her.

“Dead serious.” I reach around to stroke her clit lazily, feeling how swollen it still is. “The longer you keep it in, the better our chances.”

She shivers under my touch but still tries to argue. “This isn't how biology works, you caveman.”

“Maybe not,” I admit, circling her sensitive bud until she moans despite herself. “But I'm not taking any chances.”

I feel her body responding to my touch even as she protests. “You're insane,” she gasps as I slide two fingers inside her alongside my cock, stretching her even more.

“Only about you.” I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her see stars. “And the thought of you carrying my child.”

Her pussy clenches involuntarily, and I chuckle. “See? Your body agrees with me.”

“Fuck you,” she whimpers, but there's no heat behind it anymore—just raw need.

“Already did.” I press my fingers deeper, feeling my own cum coating them. “And I'm going to keep doing it until it takes.”

I continue to stroke her slowly and deliberately until I feel her trembling again. “Conrad...I can't...”

“Yes, you can,” I growl in her ear. “One more for me. Come on my cock while it's still inside you, keeping all that cum where it belongs.”

Her breathing quickens as I work her faster and, slowly this time, like a tide coming in does she finally lets go and orgasms again.

As her legs tremble, I pull my fingers out and suck on them, licking every bit of her, of us off of them.

Already I know she’s going to try and go behind my back and refill her birth control for the simple fact I told her not to, but I’ll take care of that easily.