Page 10 of The Handyman

Katy grips the smooth wood. I step in close behind her, my chest to her back. I reach around, cupping one heavy tit, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She arches into my touch with a soft moan.

I unbuckle my belt with my other hand, shove my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock. It springs out, thick and heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum. I fist myself once, twice, staring at the perfect curve of her ass and the way her back dips.

"Fucking hell, Katy. You have any idea how much I've wanted to bury this cock inside you?"

Katy pushes her ass back against me. "Then stop talking and fuck me, Mason. I need you inside me right now."

I notch the thick head of my cock against her entrance and drive forward in one slow, merciless thrust. Her pussy stretches wide around my girth, her hot velvet walls clamp down as I sink to the hilt, my balls pressed tight to her soaked folds.

We groan together, the sound raw and broken. The sensation is obscene—scorching, silky heat gripping every veined inch like she's trying to trap me deeper.

"Fuck, Katy. Your pussy is choking my cock. So goddamn tight and wet."

I drag back until only the swollen tip remains inside her, then slam home again. The brutal force shoves her forward. She grips the banister harder, knuckles white, and shoves her ass back to meet every savage stroke. I set a punishing rhythm. It’s a workout. She lifts one leg up to a higher step, and I follow her. The sound of our skin-on-skin smacks through the thunder.

My mouth latches onto the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I suck hard enough to leave a mark and bite down just sharp enough to wrench a gasp from her throat. I trail lower, dragging open-mouthed kisses down the elegant line of her spine while I keep pounding into her with deep, relentless strokes.

"Harder. Fuck me harder, Mason. I can take it."

A growl vibrates against her back. I give her exactly what she asked for. My hips piston faster, driving into her with enough power that her heavy tits bounce and sway with every impact.

Both hands slide around to claim them, palming the soft, jiggling weight, fingers pinching and roiling her stiff nipples until she's whimpering and grinding back onto my cock like she'll die if I don't fill her completely.

"That's my girl." I pinch her nipples harder, flicking the sensitive peaks. "These perfect tits filling my hands while I wreck your greedy little pussy. Say it, Katy. Tell me whose cock is buried balls-deep inside you."

"Yours, Mason. Only yo…” She stops mid-word, mid-breath. “Fuck, I'm gonna come again.”

My own climax coils tight at the base of my cock, heavy and vicious. I keep one hand caressing her breast, the other diving between her thighs to grind tight circles over her swollen clit while I hammer into her from behind.

"Come on my cock, Katy. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze and milk me when you shatter."

Her walls clamp down, spasms rippling along my shaft and yanking me over the edge with her. I bury myself to the root and erupt, groaning her name against the damp skin of her neck as thick ropes of come unload deep inside her.

The pleasure whites out everything, pulse after savage pulse, until my legs tremble and the only thing left in my vision is her bent over the banister, shaking and clenching around my pulsing cock.

For several long seconds, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the heavy rain.

I stay buried inside her, arms wrapped around her waist, my forehead pressed to her shoulder. Slowly, I pull out and turn her around, cupping her face with both hands and kissing her again—deep, slow, and intense.

Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me down to her level.

When I finally break the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling. "You're mine now, Katy. All mine. Only mine."

She looks up at me, eyes still drooping, her lids barely open. I’m not sure my words registered. But she smiles like she has been waiting her whole life to hear those words. She closes her eyes.

I kiss her once more, softer this time, and feel the truth settle into my bones.

Katy is mine.

And I am completely fucked.

4

KATY

Imust have dozed off after Mason carried me upstairs, because the next thing I register is the mattress dipping beside me. My eyes flutter open to find him sitting on the edge of my bed, broad shoulders silhouetted against the faint glow of my nightlight.

Rain lashes the windows. The storm has not let up one bit.