My dark secret

Chapter 17

Hello again! I hope you are enjoying the story. This is another NSFW chapter so you have been warned.

I know before I said that I didn't really have much of a plan on how to continue. I think I have everything planned out, more or less (there could be surprises later) and there will only be a couple more chapters after this one. Unless I change my mind, it is not impossible.

Anyway, enjoy!!

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Tom

Her chest is pressed into the mattress and her ass is right where I've been wanting it to be. Seeing the way that she's watching us in the reflection of the mirror is making my dick harder. I grip her waist hard enough to leave a bruise but she hasn't once complained that I'm being too rough. I was right; good girls are freaks.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I pick up the pace.

"Fuck, you're wet," I growl.

It's no wonder. She's come on my cock three times already.

"God, Tom. Fuck, yes."

"Are you going to come again, kitten?" I ask. I don't think I can keep this up much longer.

She nods, no longer able to talk.

I slap her ass hard and she moans. It's my new favourite sound. Suddenly, I feel her walls tighten around me. I concentrate on my breathing long enough to milk her orgasm before letting mine hit me. Somehow it's even better than the last two.

Catherine

We lie separate on the bed, trying to cool down and breathing hard.

"Ready for round four," I joke.

"Give me two minutes and a glass of water."

I laugh. "You're insatiable."

He leans over and sucks a nipple into his mouth. It pops out with a wet sound and heat pools between my legs. "Just like you, kitten."

I groan. I really am though I don't know if my body is going to be able to keep up the pace.

There's a knock on the front door. I look at Tom who frowns. Quickly, he pulls on his boxers as I wrap myself in my dressing-gown and we go to the living room. Holding his gun ready, he checks through the peephole.

"It's Pete," he says, letting out a deep sigh of relief. "I forgot he was coming. What time is it?"

I push him into the kitchen. "Eight thirty."

Tom disappears and I open the door. "Pete!" I smile.

He looks at me, at my hair and at the mess of clothes strewn across the room behind me. "I'll just take a chair," he says coming in. He spots Tom's jacket on the floor and looks at me as if he's disappointed in me.

"There's no need for that," I squeak as he grabs a chair.

"I wasn't born yesterday, girlie. I'll be outside." He closes the door behind him.

"It's probably best," Tom says coming out from his hiding place. "We haven't finished yet."

"I have to take Bach out."

He groans and pulls me towards him. "Can't he wait?"

"No! Poor thing hasn't been out for hours! Besides, I think we could both do with a break."

My vagina definitely does.

"Okay, we go down, five, ten minutes' tops, back here and back to being naked," Tom bargains.

I laugh. "What about dinner?"

"I have all I need for dinner right here," he says squeezing my ass.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but I don't think Pete is going to want that."

"We can throw a sandwich his way."

"No. Get dressed," I say, trying to push him away. It's no use; he's too strong for me.

He groans. "Are you really going to leave me like this?" he asks, pressing his hard on against me.

"How are you hard again?" I ask, in mock horror.

"I can see down your dressing-gown."

I push him away more forcibly. "Get dressed."

I go to my room to get dressed whilst he picks up his clothes from the living room floor.

He comes in just as I'm brushing the worst of my knots out of my hair. "Here," he says dropping my clothes from before onto the bed.

I grab Bach's leash, clip it on and give it to him to hold. Having him on a leash is completely useless anyway. If he wants to go somewhere, he's going to go regardless of whether I'm trying to pull him back or not. I tell Pete to go inside and get something to drink and when I get back, I'll make dinner.

***

My eyes flutter open.

What was that? It felt good though. The sensation comes back.

I pull the covers back and find Tom's head between my legs. "Good morning, kitten," he says before running his tongue back up between my folds.

My head falls back and I moan.

"Wasn't last night enough?" I ask.

"That was last night. Now, it's morning." He suddenly sucks on my clit and my hips jerk involuntarily. He places his mouth entirely on me, his tongue pushing into me as he sucks on my tingling bud.

My back arches and my hand shoots to his hair. "Ah, God," I gasp quietly.

He gently pushes a finger inside me and I squirm slightly. I'm still so sore from yesterday. He pulls his finger out and runs his tongue over me, making me melt. He pushes his finger in and out again before licking me all the way up and over my clit. He continues the pattern, slowly speeding up until I'm just a bundle of need and I grab his wrist to keep it where it is: buried up to his knuckles in my very wet pussy.

He fucks me with his fingers as his tongue works my clit. My eyes are glues to his, completely hypnotized.

"I'm gonna come," I tell him, panting slightly.

He increases the speed and my eyes roll back. God, he's good at this.

He pulls on my nipple and the pain melts into enough pleasure to send me over the edge. My back arches completely off the bed and my feet spasm from curling my toes so much.

Sitting up on his knees, he rubs the blunt tip of his erection through my folds. "Now for orgasm number two of the day."