Chapter 423. Even Though She’s Trying To Take Control... She Finally Lose It**

Chapter 423: 423. Even Though She’s Trying To Take Control... She Finally Lose It**

Catherine’s confident smirk faltered for a split second. As she increased the intensity, grinding harder against him to maintain her role of the teasing tormentor, something unexpected happened.

The relentless pressure of his cock against her clit amplified by the slippery soap started sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight up her spine.

Her breathing faltered. The roleplay was becoming difficult because her body was betraying her intentions.

’This is... too much,’ her mind screamed. ’The way he’s pulsing against me... it’s stimulating my clit so intensely... it’s really turning me on...’

A genuine moan, unbidden and raw, escaped her throat. "Nngh ahh~!"

Her hips stuttered in their rhythm. A terrifying thought flashed through her mind: if he actually managed to break through and stick his cock inside her now, she wouldn’t just cum; she would lose her mind entirely.

The thought of that penetration, the feeling of him filling her while she was already this close to the edge, made her pussy spasm involuntarily around him.

"Catherine?" William asked breathlessly, noticing the change in her voice. "Are you okay? You sound..."

"I’m fine!" she snapped quickly, though her voice was higher, more strained.

She forced herself to continue, but her movements were now less about teasing him and more about her own desperate need to find relief from the mounting tension between her own legs. "I’m just... getting started!"

"Don’t you dare stop moving, William! Push back against me!"

The pretense of the game finally shattered. Catherine’s hips were shaking so violently that her control over the situation evaporated.

The pleasure she was deriving from the grinding friction had become an unbearable fire spreading through her core. Her pupils were blown wide, her breathing came in ragged, desperate gasps, and the calculated cruelty in her eyes had been replaced by pure, unadulterated need.

With a sudden, desperate movement, she shifted her weight. Instead of straddling him with control, she turned her body, lowering herself until she was lying partially atop him, using his muscular chest as her mattress while keeping her lower body positioned perfectly above his pelvis.

She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, grinding her hips down with a ferocity that made the wooden platform creak ominously.

"I can’t... I can’t hold back any longer!" she screamed into his skin, her voice breaking. "Fuck the rules, William! Fuck everything!"

William’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Huh? But... but you said we couldn’t do it!"

"You said penetration wasn’t allowed, sir!" He tried to sound incredulous, but his voice was thick with arousal.

Catherine lifted her head, her face flushed crimson, sweat streaming down her temples. "That was then!"

"This is now!" she shrieked, her hips bucking upward involuntarily. "As long as you promise me... as long as you cum outside, I don’t care!"

"Just give it to me!"

"I... I want to fuck you!" William roared, the dam finally breaking.

The frustration of the last hour exploded out of him. "I want to put it inside you, Catherine!"

"I need to feel you around me!"

He reached down, his hands finding her hips to position her properly, but Catherine grabbed his wrists, her grip almost painful.

"Promise me first!" she begged, her eyes searching his with a desperate intensity. "Promise me you’ll cum outside!"

"I’m not feeling safe today, William. I can’t—I can’t handle a surprise right now!"

"I promise! I swear, just fuck me!" William gasped.

The moment the words left his lips, Catherine didn’t wait for another second. She abandoned all caution.

With one powerful, desperate thrust of her hips, she guided his cock to her entrance and drove herself down with everything she had.

SQUELCH PLAP!

The sound was wet, heavy, and final. The cock slid through the remaining soap and her own slick arousal, disappearing completely inside her.

Both of them let out a simultaneous cry: William’s a guttural roar of triumph, and Catherine’s a high-pitched, keening scream of overwhelming release.

"OH GODS! YESSSS~!" Catherine shrieked, her back arching so hard it looked painful. "You’re inside!"

"You’re finally inside me!"

The sensation was seismic.

For Catherine, the fullness was intoxicating; her pussy walls stretched to accommodate his girth, wrapping around him in a tight, pulsing embrace that felt like it was claiming him.

For William, the heat was unimaginable—a wet, velvety furnace that seemed to swallow him whole.

"Fuck, Catherine... you’re so tight," William groaned, his hips immediately beginning to pump upward, meeting her descent. "You’re so fucking warm as well!"

The rhythm they fell into was primal and frantic. There was no more teasing, no more games, only the raw, wet sounds of two bodies colliding.

Slap, squelch, slap, squelch.

The soap that had been a tool for teasing now became a lubricant that allowed them to move with terrifying speed and depth.

"Nnngh ahh~! Faster, William! Harder!" Catherine screamed, her hands clawing at his shoulders as she rode him like a woman possessed.

Her moans turned into incoherent sounds of ecstasy as each thrust hit her cervix, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. "Yes! Right there! Fuck me like you hate me!"

The chamber was filled with the sounds of their desperate union: the wet slapping of skin on skin, the creaking of the platform, their mingled screams, and the increasingly wet sounds of their bodies sliding against each other in the soapy chaos.

They were no longer teacher and student, or even just lovers; they were two forces of nature colliding in a storm of sweat, soap, and pure, unbridled lust.

The sound of their bodies colliding was deafening in the steam-filled chamber. Every thrust produced a wet, explosive slap that echoed off the marble walls, accompanied by the constant, obscene squelching of the soap-slicked friction.

Catherine was beyond restraint; she was riding William with a desperate, almost violent intensity, her hips moving in rapid, grinding circles that forced him as deep as physically possible.

"Ahah~! Nngh yes!"

"You really put it in~!" Catherine screamed, her head tossing back as her hair whipped through the air.

Her voice was raw, cracking with the sheer volume of her pleasure. "We really shouldn’t be doing this!"

"Even though I was the one who initiated it first, this is... ahh~!"

"This is madness!"

William didn’t answer with words; he could only answer with his hips, bucking upward to meet every one of her downward crashes. His cock was buried to the hilt in her scorching heat, each stroke sending sparks behind his eyelids.

Catherine’s movements became even more frantic. Her ass was moving so fast it was almost a blur of pale skin and soapy lather.

"It’s been a while since I’ve gotten fucked by your massive cock like this!" she wailed, her breasts bouncing wildly against his chest. "It feels so good~! Uwaahhhh~!"

"Fuck, William, you’re thrusting so rough~! You’re trying to break me apart!"

She leaned forward, gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise, her face twisted in a mask of pure ecstasy. "Doing it bareback... ahh~!"

"It’s completely different when you’re not feeling safe like this!" she gasped out between ragged breaths. "The risk, the danger of you cumming inside me while I’m begging you not to... it’s making me feel like I’m going to explode!"

She shifted her angle slightly, grinding her pelvis against his with a new level of ferocity. "And this sliminess from the soap... oh gods, yes!"

Shlick slap, shlick slap!

"It’s making you go in even deeper than before! I can feel you hitting my fucking womb with every stroke!"

The soap had transformed the experience into something supernatural. There was almost no resistance, allowing William to drive himself into her with terrifying power.

Each time he plunged forward, the soapy mixture would squirt out from the sides of their joined bodies, splattering against their thighs and the fur beneath them.

"Fuck, Catherine, you’re squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe!" William roared, his hips working like pistons. "Every time you move, it’s like you’re trying to swallow me whole!"

"Then let me swallow you~!" Catherine shrieked, her climax beginning to build like an approaching storm. "Give it to me! Give me everything you’ve got!"

Her screams escalated into high-pitched, uncontrolled keening as the friction reached a breaking point. The combination of the raw nerve exposure of bareback sex, the dangerous thrill of her unprotected state, and the hyper slick lubrication of the soap pushed her over the edge.

Her internal muscles began to clamp down on him in violent, rhythmic spasms, milking his cock with desperate intensity.

"Nnnngh ahhh! Ahhh! AH! YESSSS~!" she screamed, her body convulsing as she rode him through the first waves of a massive, soul-shaking orgasm.

The orgasm still rippled through Catherine’s body in aftershocks, leaving her panting and flushed, but the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded; it had only intensified.

She leaned back slightly, arching her spine to present her body to him more fully, her breasts glistening with sweat and soapy residue.

"Don’t stop now, William," she panted, her voice husky and dripping with invitation. "Feel free to touch me... touch me all you like."

"I’m yours to play with."