Chapter 988: Limping Kate’s Weak Excuse
Kate’s eyes flicked down to my exposed cock for a brief second before she quickly looked away, cheeks burning. "Jack... please. Don’t say things like that. It only makes this harder." She paused, then added softly, almost pleading, "But... thank you. For not making this worse. Most n would have run away already."
I pulled on my pants, still watching her carefully. "I’m not most n, Kate. And I don’t think you’re most won either." I buttoned my shirt halfway, then hesitated at the edge of the bed. "But... before I go... can I at least hold you for one more minute? Just so you know, you’re not completely alone in this ss I caused."
She hesitated, biting her lip again. Her thoughts scread through the bond:
[Yes... please hold . Touch . I want to feel you against
again. But Barry could walk in any second... Oh God, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. What is wrong with ?]
Finally, she nodded weakly. "Just... just for a second. Then you have to leave."
I sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled her gently into my arms. Her naked body lted against mine, soft breasts pressing into my chest as she buried her face in my neck. I could feel her heart racing wildly.
"Whatever happens next," I whispered against her hair, "rember I’m here if you need . Even if we have to pretend nothing happened."
Kate’s arms tightened around
for a brief mont. "I know... and that’s what scares
the most," she murmured back, her voice muffled.
As I finally pulled away from her warm embrace and headed toward the door, I caught one last rush of her thoughts flooding through the telepathic bond, raw and conflicted:
[Don’t go... Fuck, Jack. Co back and fuck
again before he returns. I need you inside
one more ti. No — stop. You can’t. Barry could walk in any second. But... maybe later. Maybe I can find another way to keep you close.]
Another wave hit
imdiately after:
[No, I don’t want him to go back to his room... Barry must still be out there sowhere. What if they bump into each other in the hallway? Shouldn’t my lies be exposed then...? God, part of
almost wants that to happen... so I don’t have to keep pretending.]
Kate suddenly shifted on the bed, swinging her legs down from under the tangled sheets. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as her feet touched the floor.
"Aaaah..." she gasped, the sound half-pain, half-sothing else.
I turned around instantly. Kate was standing now, clutching the blanket tightly around her naked body like a shield. Her face showed a genuine wince of discomfort, brows furrowed, and lips pressed thin. Through the bond, her thoughts spilled out unfiltered:
[It really hurts down there... I haven’t even taken a proper look yet, but I can feel how swollen my pussy is. Everything feels raw and tender. And my asshole... It’s still gaping slightly, like it’s missing his thick cock already. He really wrecked
last night.]
She took a cautious step forward and imdiately limped, favoring one leg. The blanket slipped slightly from her shoulder, revealing the curve of one bare breast before she quickly adjusted it.
I walked back toward her without thinking, concern etched across my face. "Are you okay, Kate?"
She stopped, still clutching the blanket, and forced a small, tight smile. "Hm... I’m fine. Really. It’s nothing."
I looked at her more closely, my expression hesitant and embarrassed, rubbing the back of my neck as if I didn’t know how to ask. "Did... Did I hurt you... down there?" I asked, my voice dropping low, pretending to be mortified by the possibility. "I an... if I was too rough last night, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to cause you pain."
Kate let out a soft, annoyed huff, though her cheeks flushed deeper. She shifted her weight carefully, still limping slightly as she moved closer to the edge of the bed.
"Hm... you... " You are such a bully," she muttered, her voice carrying a mix of complaint and reluctant affection. "How can your girlfriend handle it? Seriously... going at it like so wild animal all night. My body feels like it went through a war."
I swallowed hard, keeping my guilty expression intact while fighting the urge to smirk. "I... I don’t even have a girlfriend right now," I said quietly, stepping a little closer. "But that’s not the point. If I hurt you, Kate, you have to tell . I feel terrible enough as it is. Let
see... or at least tell
how bad it is. Do you need ice? Painkillers? Anything?"
Kate’s eyes widened slightly at my offer, and she quickly shook her head, though her thoughts betrayed her:
[He’s worried about ... even now. It makes my heart flutter in the worst way. But if he looks down there, he’ll see how used I am.]
[How much I enjoyed every second of it. God, I’m getting wet again just rembering how deep he went... Stop it, Kate. Barry could be back any minute.]
"Hm... no, don’t worry about it," she replied, trying to sound dismissive but failing as another small wince crossed her face when she shifted. "It’s just... sore. Very sore. Both places, actually." She bit her lip, glancing away shyly.
"You were... really big. And enthusiastic. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that hard in my life. My husband... he’s never like that. Gentle, quick, and then done. But you..."
She trailed off, her voice turning breathy for a mont before she caught herself. "Anyway... you should really go now. Before Barry cos back and finds you here looking like this."
I hesitated at the door again, my hand on the knob, but didn’t turn it. Instead, I looked back at her limping form, the blanket barely covering her. "Kate, you’re limping. That’s not ’fine.’ I can’t just leave knowing I might have actually injured you because of my stupidity last night."
My voice softened with fake guilt. "Please... sit back down for a second. Let
at least help you to the bathroom or get you sothing. I feel like shit leaving you like this."
Kate sighed, her shoulders slumping. She slowly lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed, the blanket pooling around her hips, exposing the tops of her thighs. "You’re making this so difficult, Jack," she whispered, wiping at her eyes again even though the tears had mostly dried.
"Part of
wants you to stay... to take care of . But the other part knows how dangerous that is. If Barry walks in and sees us together, especially with
looking freshly fucked and you still half-naked..." She shook her head. "I don’t know what I’d say."
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