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We stayed for another half hour before Cat and I got up and left the restaurant. She had a black dress on and a fur cape over her shoulders. This girl was a walking Barbie, only sexier, and I tried my best to not watch her ass while we were walking to the car.

“Where to, princess?”

I put the car in drive and headed into traffic, waiting for instructions.

“We’ll start on 5th. I need to stop by the Hermes store to pick up Muse’s Christmas present, but first you can make a right here.”

“Where?” We weren’t in an intersection.

“Right here.” She pointed to an alley between two buildings, and I drove the car there.

“What do you have to do in the back alley of a grocery store, Cat?”

“Nothing.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and dragged her tight ass across the car and into my lap. “I just wanted to kiss you. Didn’t you miss me, baby?”

Fucking hell. I pulled her face closer and smashed our lips together in a consuming kiss. She anchored her nails in my shoulders and bit my lip, hungry for more, but she would have to be content with crumbs.

“Cat, stop. I’m not getting you naked in the middle of New York.”

“Oh, I know.” But in spite of her words, she threw away her cape and straddled me.

Her hands started hovering all over my chest, and her mouth turned back to mine. Cat was trying to lead the dance our tongues were caught into, but I wasn’t ready to cave. I put one of my hands on the back of her head and pushed further, letting myself be guided by that consuming need inside of me.

“Hugo, please…”

“We can’t.” Every time I had to repeat that to her, it made my gut clench.

“I’m tired of can’t. I want us to can. I need us to can!” She raised her voice in frustration, and she slapped my chest. “You want to know what I did last night, Monster? I came on my fingers twice thinking about you.”

I let my head fell on the headrest and moaned.

“Catherinelle, stop twisting the knife in a fucking open wound.”

“I came twice, Hugo. Hard. It made me bite into my pillow, but still, it’s not enough. My fingers don’t have silver balls that drive me fucking insane. I can’t hold myself after. Call me childish all you want; tell me I’m just an immature girl crushing on you, but I feel lonely.”

“You’re not.” I kissed her forehead. “I miss you too, baby girl. Every night, every minute. It has to be like this. I’m sorry.”

“It sucks.”

It did suck. For two months, I had spent every day around her, and she drove me fucking nuts. I was horny all the time, pissed off because she was fighting me every single minute, and I couldn’t wait to pass the task over to someone else. About four times, I thought about strangling her with my bare hands. Something was different now. Whatever this thing with Catherinelle was, it had hit me hard, right in the chest. I was her slave, and for the first time in my thirty-one years of life, I was happy with my position. If having Cat meant spending my life serving at her feet, then I was at peace with my fate.

If only I could get the chance.

“I know, baby girl. We’ll see how’s it going, ok?” She nodded, but she wasn’t smiling yet, and I was craving her radiance. “What I can do though, is get you off once more.”

My hand slipped between her legs with the same precision I had when I was handling my Desert Eagle and cupped her pretty pussy. She squeezed my arm with her thighs and started to breath heavily.

“Are you going to fuck me, Mustafa?”

“No, but you’ll come in my hand so we can go and take care of that shopping list of yours.”

With dexterous fingers, I pushed her lace panties to the side and slipped inside. The moment I felt her velvety warmth, my skin started itching.

Catherinelle leaned over, letting her head fall back and covering my face with her boobs. Grateful, I bit her through the material of her dress. I was always somewhat brutal with women, not enough to hurt anyone, but just to scratch an itch, but with Cat? I was the fucking Monster everyone was talking about. I wanted to possess her. I wanted to eat her whole, devour her, love her like an animal.

“Fuck, Hugo, fuck! I’m already…” the words got stuck in her throat.

“I know, baby. Your pussy missed me. I missed it too, baby girl. I miss you sitting on my face and eating you out like you’re my fucking banquet.” I moved two fingers vigorously inside her, and she was already contracting around me. “Yes, just like that, princess. I need you to cum for me. It’s been too damn long.”

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