Not a chance

"Fuck me," she whispered.

He didn't need any urging. His rigid cock probably didn't have a mind of its own but it didn't need one, it had taken over his brain. He wanted Kat so intensely his body shook as he felt for her pussy entrance.

She laughed, then wrapped her legs around his neck providing him easy access and he took advantage of what she offered.

She wasn't a virgin, but she was tight. Incredibly tight. Although she was dripping wet with excitement, he had to push himself into her, her pussy squeezing on his dick as he entered inch after inch.

"Put it in me, babe," she growled.

He rammed it the rest of the way in, bottoming out against her cervix and pushing hard.

She groaned with pleasure. At least he hoped it was pleasure. He realized he'd closed his eyes to savor the sensation in full so he opened them and studied her face.

Her face and breasts were flushed red, her pupils dilated, her breathing fast and her pulse ultra-rapid. He pulled out a bit then rammed back in, finally finding a rhythm.

"Not yet," she said. "Let me do something for you."

He wasn't going to argue with that. His fatigue had washed away and he felt he could make love all night long, although how useful he'd be at the poker table tomorrow if he never got any sleep was highly arguable. At the moment, that was low on his priority list.

She went dead-still, her legs wrapped around his neck, her breathing settling down to a ragged pant. Then he felt something.

"What--"

"Shhh. Feel it, don't talk about it."

He knew she worked her muscles. He knew that bodybuilders shred their muscles, making each fibre, each cord of muscle not only large but separate and distinct. What he hadn't known, hadn't guessed was possible, was that a woman could shred her pussy muscles, train them to work individually. But Kat had clearly trained herself to do so. Now she clamped down on his cock not with one steady pressure but with a wave of squeezes, starting at the base of his dick, then squeezing an inch lower, then another inch lower, repeatedly until she was squeezing just the tip of his straining cock.

She kept it up, squeezing him then relaxing, combining the sensations of a handjob with those of sex. Until finally he couldn't stand it any more.

Once again he drove into her.

Once again, he opened his eyes to her reaction, let every sense take her in, tasting her lips, smelling the scents of sweat, pussy, and pheromones, using his hands to trace the electrical impulses of her nerve messages beneath her skin. Oh, she likes it like that. Deeper.

A part of him wanted to forget about her pleasure, to wallow in his own ocean of sensation. But a bigger part wanted to addict her to his touch. He didn't want this to be a one-time thing, a moment of passion based on the excitement of winning at poker.

He ground the base of his dick against her clitoris, then pushed again against her cervix, gradually adjusting the timing of his strokes to the nervous impulses running through her body.

He felt the pressure building in her almost as clearly as his own desire grew. Until finally both of them reached the point of no return. She screamed as she came a second time, this time from cervical intercourse rather than the clitoral stimulation that had created her first cum.

He had to break through Kat's tight grip of ankles linked around his neck to pull out. Then he squirted his semen over her belly and tits.

"I forgot to ask if you were on the pill," he said in answer to her unspoken question.

"I'm going to renew my prescription as soon as we get back to Dallas," she said.