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like I imagine she’d fuck herself. She’s biting her lip, trying to fight what’s coming next. I bow my head down and take her tit in my mouth. I grab the barbell with my teeth and pull.
    “Fuck,” she purrs.
    “Damn woman, you come apart beautiful.”
    She closes her eyes and turns her head. Her legs start to close a little.
    “Fuck no you don’t,” I warn. I kiss her neck, her jawline, her ear. “Don’t you dare close yourself up, stay right here with me Kat.”
    I fuck her harder faster. “Are you trying to kill me?” she asks.
    “No woman, I’m making sure I get you off better than that fucking Internet site did,” I admit and she pushes against my chest.
    “Stay out of my shit,” she says trying to act badass but she can’t when she’s on the edge. I’m gonna make sure I keep her there.
    I push up with one hand, hovering over her slightly, I wanna see her pussy.
    “Fucking hot and wet,” I groan and sit back on my knee.
    “Condom,” she cries out.
    “No need sweets,” I say as I bend down to lick her bare little pussy then suck her clit.
    “What the hell?” she gasps when she looks down.
    “Internet dick and plastic dick, are nothing compared to me.” She starts to argue, I bow down and suck the clit again.
    “Ricco, you asshole,” she cries out as she starts to squirm trying to escape what I know is an orgasm that’s going to fuck her up good. “Just go with it Kat.”
    “Easy,” she hisses and then I fuck her faster. “Damn you!”
    “Tell me it’s not good and I’ll stop,” I say and then lick her clit.
    “Fuck you,” she hisses and then grips the back of the couch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
    And I do, I keep fucking her through her orgasm even when she tries to stop it. Her legs are trembling and I am still fucking her.
    “This better than the sexting shit Kat?” I ask when she looks like she’s had a little more than enough.
    “Fuck you,” she pants.
    So I speed up the pace. “Damn you!” Her back arches again.
    I bow down again to lick her. “Mmm. Taste fucking good. Again, is this better than the sexting shit Kat?”
    “Yes. Yes, damn it!”
    I kiss a trail up her stomach, between her tits and then her lips.
    “Now I’m gonna fuck you for real.”
    “There is no fucking way,” she looks almost panicked.
    I smirk. “Oh yeah I am.”
    A knock at the door puts a fucking stop to that plan. I look back and see blue and red lights flashing outside.
    “Son-of-a-bitch!”
    I look back at her and she smirks. “Go put your clothes on, but I’m not done with you yet. I wanna hear your purr when my cock is inside you and not some plastic dick.”
    I push up and throw her a shirt and pants at her.
    I take the dick, open the garbage and throw it away.
    “Hey that’s mine,” she grumbles as she pulls herself up and throws her shirt on.
    “Not anymore.”
    I step into my pants and throw on my shirt. Takes all of ten seconds.
    “Come on Kitty Kat,” I smile as I watch her stand on legs that I know are still trembling.
    She gives me the bird. “Where’s the bathroom?”
    I point to the short corridor. “Chop chop, time’s a wasting.”

 

CHAPTER SEVEN
Sore
    KAT
    I look in the mirror, my eye makeup has decided to go south for the season and my southern parts are feeling as battered as the confederate army after the Civil War.
    What the fuck just happened?
    I look down at my still pantless self, at my crotch hoping like hell he didn’t turn my pretty pussy into the Battle of Bull Run . Worse yet, would that kind of fucking lead to meat flaps? I wonder if that’s what happened to Pontiac.
    It’s all good in the hood I think as I grab a paper towel, wet it and wash the undercarriage. Sore, but still pretty.
    After tossing the paper towel I lift my leg and push it in my pant leg. My fucking legs are sore. That man is a sick motherfucker.
    I will never admit it to him, but I kind of like it.
    I don’t like that he tossed my twenty-fourth birthday dick from Macey