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Her laugh filled the room, and my chest became a little lighter. She was fine. I didn’t ruin my angel.
“You are a jerk, Mustafa.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?” My tone turned serious.
“I’m fine. I feel amazing, actually.”
“Cat,” I warned her. I needed to hear exactly how she was to find some damn peace of mind.
“Fine, but you can’t make a big deal out of it. My legs don’t work, and I feel like I’ve just been stabbed in my abdomen, which technically happened.” She felt me tensing up and raised her hand to stop me from talking. “It’s no big deal, Hugo, nothing worse than a period cramp. It’s normal to feel something. Girls don’t have the comfort of shoving their dicks in something and only feeling the good part.”
I got up on my feet, taking Catherinelle in my arms, and carrying her across the room to the master bath.
“What are you doing?” she asked, holding on to me.
“I have to clean you up.”
“Why?” Her voice was whiny. “I liked the cuddling.”
“Because I spread my cum all over you, and you could use some soothing.”
“But I like having you all over me.”
I almost fell on my fucking knees. She had such a strong hold over me, it was ridiculous. It was enough for Catherinelle to breathe, and I was ready to jump into fire to get to her. She took my heart in her fist and squeezed the motherfucker.
I stepped in the shower, setting her down and unhooking the bra that was still strapped around her before turning on the hot water to run down on our bodies. We didn’t talk anymore, but we didn’t break eye contact while I put some shower gel into my hands – Cat must have brought it from home because it smelled sweet and flowery, just like her, and I rubbed down her arms and her chest, feeling the curve of her full breasts and the naughty hardened nipples. She was slippery and soapy in my hands that were running down her silky skin. When I was sure her upper body was clean, I went down on one knee and hooked her left leg over my shoulder. I never cared for accessories, but I’d wear her thighs around my neck every day.
“Hugo, don’t stare, you make me feel weird.”
My eyes shot up to meet her.
“I fucked this pussy. I can look at it for as long as I want. I will clean you up, princess.”
I touched her with as much care as my beat-up hands were capable of. Her flesh was reddish and swollen from the assault of my cock, and I felt a jolt of guilt shooting through my chest, but I was such a fucked-up motherfucker, I wanted to do it again. Back when I was eighteen, Roman and I discovered coke for the first time, and I was hooked on it for a year. It was the first thing I did in the morning and the last thing I did before going to bed. My life was nothing but parties, booze, women and drugs until I realized it was eating me from inside. The withdrawal was like walking through perdition, but giving up cocaine would be a fucking picnic compared to giving Catherinelle up.
I dragged my thumb along her slit, and she moaned, putting her hand on my other shoulder to support herself.
“Hugo, more.”
“No, baby girl. You can’t take another number.”
She made a frustrated sound and pinched my shoulder.
“You’re not going to make me wait two weeks again, are you?”
“Baby girl, I’m trying my best to give you a couple of hours to recover.” I let the water rinse off the soap and kissed her pussy before getting back up. “You’re all clean.”
“It’s my turn. Turn around, I want to soap you up real nice.”
She tried to push me with her little hands, but she had no chance until I faced the glass door, and Catherinelle started massaging my back, paying attention to every aching muscle.
“I love to look at your back,” she said, and I was glad she couldn’t see the satisfaction on my face.
“Did you peek at me often, princess?”
“Every day since I was seven.” Her answer took me by surprise. “You were about twenty when you started to get buffed, and that’s about the time my crush on you started too.”
