I wondered if she’d ever removed it.
She started to move up and down, holding on to the couch for balance, her body so fit that she could do all the work and not even struggle.
Every time she pushed her tight pussy down to my base, I released a moan, getting louder and louder with each movement. My fingers gripped her stomach, digging into her flesh and feeling her abs underneath.
I closed my eyes because I couldn’t fight it, couldn’t fight the urge to fill that pussy because it was mine. “Baby, I’m sorry…” I came loudly, falling apart within the first few strokes, letting go like I’d never fucked a woman before. My cock twitched hard inside her, and I pumped so much of my seed into her that it instantly started to drip, like there simply wasn’t enough room to hold it all. My feet pushed against the floor, and I felt the heat spread through my skin, making me hot and sweaty even though I’d barely lifted a finger.
She watched me with intent eyes, like it was a turn-on rather than a disappointment.
I whispered through my heavy breathing. “My last time…was you.” I had been too depressed to jerk off when she left me. I didn’t even feel aroused because the liquor watered down all my desire. The last time was the way I’d come just now.
She started to move again, sliding through the white come that dripped down my dick. It was added lubricant, not that we needed it. “I like feeling your come inside me…” She continued to ride my semi-hard dick, bringing it back to stiff hardness with a few strokes. She moved up and down, her ass and thighs tight as she lowered and raised herself nice and slow, her fingers sliding into the back of my hair as she breathed in my face, enjoyed the potent desire between our bodies.
I got lost in those green eyes, got lost in the spiritual connection between our bodies, traveled through the clouds and the stars as she took me somewhere out of this world. I understood exactly what Balto felt, why it was so easy for him to give up his entire way of life for a single person.
Because she was his new way of life.
Catalina continued to rise to the top of my dick, her wetness kissing the crown of my head, and then push down, my shaft stretching her again before she rose and started over.
I already wanted to come again. “Baby…I love you.” I’d never before said how I felt when I felt it because our feelings had been classified from our own minds. But now I felt it, and I wanted to say it every time I felt it, unafraid to feel the most powerful emotion created. It was stronger than hate, stronger than jealousy, stronger than greed…stronger than all known forces combined. Power always remained in the person who cared less, who had nothing to lose, and I had forsaken all that control because it didn’t matter anymore.
She continued to rise and fall, her back arched, her tits dragging against me, her lips slightly parted, so perfect. “I love you…”I was dead asleep when the phone started to ring on my nightstand.
Catalina groaned and turned over, pulling the sheets over her head like that would block out the sound.
I grabbed the device, saw Balto’s name on the screen with squinted eyes, and took the call because it was important. He wouldn’t call me at this time of night unless it was urgent. In fact, he hardly ever called me unless it was urgent. “Yeah?” I sat up then rose from the bed, leaving the bedroom so I wouldn’t wake Catalina.
He got right to the point. “Cassini needs you to take her to the hospital.” Despite the words he spoke, his voice was controlled. “She’s having pain with the baby.”
My heart started to pound. “Of course. But—”
“I’m too far away, Heath. I’m in the middle of collections in the north. I can’t get to her. And it would take too long for us to swap.”
I felt like shit. Felt worse than I had at the bottom of that cage. “I’ll take care of it…and I’m sorry.”
Click.
I went back into the bedroom and got dressed.
Catalina woke up at the sound of my movements. “What are you doing…? Are you leaving?”
I quickly pulled a long-sleeved shirt over my head and got my jeans on, invincible to the pain it caused me. “I can’t explain right now. I have to go.”
She got out of bed, wearing nothing but her panties. “What’s wrong?”
“I have to help Cassini.” I grabbed all the stuff off my nightstand and headed down the hallway.
She followed me. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong? Let me come with you—”
“I don’t have time to wait.” I took the stairs to the garage. “She needs me to get her to the hospital. Something is wrong with the baby. And Balto is working—in my fucking place—so he can’t do it.” I despised myself for doing this to him, for taking care of his wife when it should be him.