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“ JAMES AND KATHERINE - CHAPTER 31 The hallway stretched out before him. Behind him the elevator slid closed with an air of finality. It left him standing there alone and forcing down a sudden urge to simply run away. Instead he let out...
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JAMES AND KATHERINE - CHAPTER 31

The hallway stretched out before him. Behind him the elevator slid closed with an air of finality. It left him standing there alone and forcing down a sudden urge to simply run away. Instead he let out a resigned sigh and strode down the corridor hoping the number 802 proved lucky. Through the thin walls of the hotel he could already hear the battles joined. Grunts and shouts of intense struggles, victories, and heart-wrenching defeats roared around him. The league had taken over the entire floor of the hotel for their event and the staff had strict orders to stay away. He hesitated in front of one door that seemed to be bashing off its hinges as a couple on the other side shouted and moaned their irreverent challenges fucking for all they were worth. He wondered for a moment which would break first, one of them or the door.

802. Gold numbers staring at him. 802. Right here.

According to the bell-hop he met on the elevator his opponent for the evening was already inside. She was also “smoking hot”. James remembered her from the party. She was pretty with long dark hair and blue eyes but as for ‘smoking hot’? The bell-hop had obviously never seen Katherine right out of the shower.

Okay. Deep breath. Open door. Be cool, Mr.Wayne.

The girl calling herself Brook Phoenix sat on the edge of the bed, smoking hot. Long slim legs accentuated by sheer white stockings cinched along a trim, firm waist. Her breasts held were  held up by a cupped lace bra which seemed to be offering her pert little nipples up to be taken desperately by the nearest hungry mouth. Soft sun-tanned shoulders nearly hidden by a cascade of silk-dark hair. She was perfect. Smoking hot. Any man’s bedroom fantasy come true. But it was her eyes that drew him. Dark, determined, and angry eyes. Eyes that should have been bright and shining somehow twisted into something … else. Her face and chest were already flushed red and he could see she was already more than ready to get started. Especially if that little wet spot on her otherwise pristine white panties was any sign.

No rush. Never rush. No one else in the room. One eye on your opponent. Katherine whispering in his ear. Take command from the start. He stood before her and started to undress letting her sit and stew as he took his sweet time. He spotted the closed-circuit cameras in each corner of the room. Slow. First his tie. His jacket. Somewhere out there his ‘fans’ were watching. That included Katherine and Laura. He threw the cameras a quick wink smiling as he thought of them, knowing they would laugh when they saw it. Unbuttoning his shirt.

By this time, the girl (Brooke?) was broiling. This was her first match too and this was obviously not what she was expecting. She was here for a serious fuck to the death and he was playing to the camera while folding his shirt neatly on the chair like he was simply home from work. She was used to guys just jumping her. Guys desperate to get in deep and start pounding her smoking hot body. If his plan was to get her fuming mad, it worked.

James had hardly started unbuckling his belt when she bull-rushed him. He was easily twice her weight but her sudden attack sent him back into the plush chair behind him. Brooke struggled and fought to yank his pants down his legs and he lifted his hips to make her job easier. Shit she was eager, deep-throating his half-hard cock even as he got them past his knees. James grabbed her hair, twisting it into a rough ponytail as he allowed her to throat-fuck him to full hardness. The bitch liked it sloppy, letting long strands of her saliva hang down from her lips. With an incredibly sexy slurping sound sucking them back into her mouth before spitting the huge, wet glob all over his cock. Driving down again, she seemed almost in a trance as she buried his length back into her throat. Seemingly without even the thought of a gag-reflex she pressed her lips to his groin and sucked his head back further and further as he rose to full length.

Finally forced off his erect shaft by the simple need to take a breath, Brooke increased her attack, wrapping her firm breasts around his cock and concentrating her assault on the top few inches. James had already kicked off his pants and shoes but could hardly move now from the sheer joy of having those warm, saliva covered breasts fucking along his shaft. She sliced her tongue across the head as she stroked his meat up and down, the depths of her dripping cleavage as warm as any cunt. He could imagine a man losing it right here, blasting his load across her mouth and bathing those breasts in a shower of hot cum. But this was a fight. He had to throw her off. Take control.

He gritted his teeth and forced his voice to come out evenly. Well, as evenly as possible at least with her tits slamming up and down his cock. “You know, you’re pretty fucking good at this.” Ummmpfh. “But my little sister” …. shitfuck! … “would have finished me by now.” … godamnthosetits! … “If you ask real nice” …. That’s it. Take it deep, bitch! Ugh! … “She might give you a few lessons after you lose.” …. SHIT!

Brooke’s face was sloppy with saliva and melting mascara as she pulled her head away angrily. Strands of her hair ripped from their roots as she fought against his entangled fist. “Fuck you!” she blurted out after gulping down a quick breath.

James pulled hard using his grip on her hair and slammed her down to the floor, her ass in the air and head pressed into the carpeting. Her ass felt small under his hand and he could easily grip one ass check and squeeze it hard to one side. The girl was dripping wet, her thin panties drenched through. He pulled them to one side and slip his cock between her puffy lips inciting a cry of “FuckNooooooooooooooo!” from his now trapped opponent.

Taking a moment to get used to the feeling of a shivering, wet pussy licking at his cock-head, James took a huge breath and drove straight in. To his surprise, she was wider than he had thought, taking him in deep with only a mewling grunt. He was hoping to overwhelm her with his girth and fuck her down hard to an early submission. No such luck.

His enormous cock felt too damn good in her bucking pussy. Brooke rode him, screaming with joy as he grabbed her ass and slammed her along his length hard, for maximum penetration. His body, slick with sweat, tensed as he fucked her harder and faster. She was screaming like crazy, making his cock slick and slippery as she slammed her ass back, writhing around his thrusting meat. James slapped her ass hard, making her jump as he reached around to grab her breasts. Furiously he crushed her hard little nipples between his fingers. She screamed even louder and her juices gushed along his cock, staining the hotel rug with her lust.

Grunting hard, mid-fuck, he pulled his cock out and lifted her cunt powerfully to his mouth, throwing her legs along his shoulders. He gave her shiny cunt a deep, probing lick and gave her clit a strong, incredibly rough, kissing suck, pinching it with his lips. She squirmed fighting to get away from him but was held fast both by his rough hands and the pleasure exploding up her spine. In desperation, she squeezed her thighs hard, crushing him between the hard muscle. She cried out and continued to buck and grind convulsively, shaking and squeezing as his tongue thrust inside of her. Her eyes were wide and glassy and she was tearing at the rug with her fingernails fighting to hold back the eruption that was sure to come.

All James had to do was hold on, to keep up the pressure on her clit, but she was thrashing and squeezing so hard with her thighs that she was threatening to break his freaking neck. It was too much and he had to disengage. He needed a new plan.

The girl was light and it was easy to toss her onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her in the process. James was going to get this done the old-fashioned way. His cock slid over her swollen pussy, slick with her saliva. As he looked into her wide open and terrified eyes, he ground his hips against her. She clawed her nails along the tight muscle of his stomach and screamed, begged … “No. Noooooooo. Not like this. OhfuckGod! Not again!”

James slid into her with a rush of sensation that made him feel as though she would orgasm in that moment. Looking down at Brooke, completely helpless beneath him, her legs lifted high onto his shoulders, filled him with such desire he couldn’t control himself. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed completely into her. Their hips fell into a frantic rhythm, grinding and slapping into each other. It felt so amazingly good, so oddly familiar. He leaned up on his arms and drove into her again and again. The pressure inside both of them was building, both knowing they couldn’t hold out much longer.

Then Brooke looked once again into those determined steel eyes. It was her last mistake. “FuckFuckFuck! OhsweetGod! Please! Thought … cant … yours … I want to feel you cum inside me, please, I want to feel it so bad…again…..can’t… pleeeeeeeeeease……..”

James leaned in forward, grinding deep, crushing her clit against the top of his shaft. Huge hands gripped Brooke’s face as those steel eyes bore a hole into her soul.

“You want to feel it, bitch? Fucking cum for me and I’ll give it to you! All of it!”

That was all she could take. Her orgasm erupted from deep inside. The world began to swirl as James continued to pump his cock into her, grinding down onto her swollen clit. She wrapped herself around his torso, arms and legs holding on for dear life as the world exploded behind her eyes. Her body failed her and she lay splayed across the bed, her body still quivering from the most powerful orgasm she has ever felt. The he came. She could feel his cock growing thicker inside of her, feel the tenseness as he shuddered, finally daring to let go of his seed. Brooke came again as she felt it, ropes of thick cum pumping into her. She could hear it between her ears. “Thump!” Thump!” “Thump!” as he filled her cunt to overflowing. James’s seed feeling so much hotter than any she had ever taken. Full of life and bursting from her lips.

Later, she lay on the bed. Defeated. Her body weak. Her pussy still swollen, pulsing with the force of his cock. James has left. He had been a perfect gentleman laying her across the bed, covering her in the clean sheets. Even thanking her. Brooke has watched glassy eyed as he dressed and left without a sound. She knew she was going to lose. She could even be happy about it. A part of him would always be with her now. She squeezed her thighs closed still feeling his warmth filling her. Always with her. Smiling she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

On the side table lay her purse. A small, white clutch her sister had given her for Christmas. Inside that clutch were the usual things; tissues, lipstick, safety pins, extra earing backs, hand wipes, and a small unopened bottle of birth control pills.