Chapter 52: A Gundam Pilot is Born

[Adam’s POV]

I lie sprawled across Caterina’s office couch, my chest still heaving. The leather sticks to my sweat-slicked back, making an embarrassing sound when I shift positions. The room reeks of sex.

She decided to finish me with her hand despite riding me like animal. I see my cum glistening on the ground.

Caterina hovers above me. Her crimson eyes gleam with that unique mixture of mania and adoration that never fails to make my stomach flip. Her silk undershirt hangs open, revealing her perfect breasts and the smooth expanse of her stomach.

“Ohhh, all done?” she mocks, her lips curving into that predatory smile I’ve grown to crave.

“I.. I just need to catch my breath,” I stammer, embarrassed by how quickly she brought me to climax.

She leans down, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “Why aren’t you hard for your mommy?” she whispers. Her voice bypasses my brain and goes straight to my cock.

I groan involuntarily, my body responding before my mind can catch up. Blood rushes south with alarming speed, and just like that, I’m full mast again, straining against her thigh where she’s still straddling me.

Caterina pulls back enough to look at me, her smile widening as she feels my reaction. Her crimson eyes dance with amusement and hunger.

“Why do you always get so embarrassed when those words get you this hard?” she asks, grinding against me just enough to make me whimper.

“Because it begs so many questions,” I reply, heat flooding my cheeks as I avoid her gaze.

Caterina chuckles, her hands moving with skilled purpose to pin my wrists above my head. I barely put up resistance before surrendering to her grip.

“My little boy thinks too much,” she purrs, leaning down to nip at the base of my throat. “Mommy will take care of everything.”

I’m shivering now, the press of her body against mine melting away any coherent thought. Her words do something to me, reduce me to quivering mush in her hands.

She shifts her weight, sliding her body up mine with feline grace until her thighs bracket my face. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, making my head swim with need.

“Open your mouth for Mommy,” she commands, her voice dropping to that register that makes my entire body shudder with anticipation.

I part my lips obediently, my tongue darting out to taste her. She hums with approval, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping tight enough to sting. The slight pain sends sparks down my spine, heightening every sensation.

“That’s my good boy,” she purrs, lowering herself onto my eager mouth. “Show Mommy how much you love her.”

I work my tongue against her with desperate enthusiasm, wanting nothing more than to please her.

She rocks against my face, taking her pleasure as she sees fit. I feel her thighs tense around my head, her breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. The knowledge that I’m responsible for her pleasure fills me with a wicked pride.

Her movements grow more deliberate, grinding against my face with increasing urgency. I can feel the tremors building in her thighs, the subtle quivering that signals she’s close. My jaw aches, my tongue burns, but I wouldn’t stop for anything in the world. The taste of her fills my senses, drowning out everything else.

“Fuck,” she hisses, her voice tight with approaching release. “That’s it, that’s it right there.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling almost painfully as she holds me exactly where she wants me. I moan against her, the vibration making her gasp. My damaged hands twitch uselessly at my sides, desperate to touch her but unable to do much more than flex weakly against her legs.

Caterina’s breathing turns ragged, her perfect composure fracturing as pleasure builds within her. Her hips move with less precision now, more primal need than calculated seduction. I glance up, watching her face through the valley between her breasts as her head falls back.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she commands her voice, a breathless rasp that sends shivers down my spine.

I redouble my efforts, my tongue working faster, harder, exactly how I’ve learned she likes it. The muscles in her stomach tense, rippling beneath her flawless skin. Her thighs begin to tremble around my head, squeezing tighter as she chases her release.

A strangled cry escapes her throat, something between a gasp and my name. Her entire body goes rigid above me, thighs clamping around my ears as she shudders violently. I can feel her pulsing against my tongue as she’s slammed with a torrent of pleasure.

“Adam,” she moans, her voice breaking on my name as she rides out her climax.

I stay with her through every tremor, every aftershock, slowing my movements as she gradually comes down from her high. When she finally releases her death grip on my hair, I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen, my face slick with her essence.

Caterina looks down at me, her crimson eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

Her grin is nothing short of feral. She slides off my face, shifting her body back down mine, her slick skin gliding against me until we’re face to face. I’m still struggling to catch my breath.

“Mommy thinks you deserve a reward,” she whispers, biting her lip as she glances down at my neglected erection. She’s off me in a second, dropping to the floor with impossible grace as she settles between my legs.

The sight of Caterina kneeling like that never fails to make me giddy. She holds my gaze while she reaches for me, one hand wrapping around my aching shaft, the light pressure already enough to make me twitch and gasp.

“You know what Mommy wants to see?” she purrs, her crimson eyes locked on mine as her hot breath ghosts over my throbbing cock. “I want to see how long my good boy can last.”

I swallow hard, already feeling my control slipping. “I’m not sure I can last that…”

“Shhh,” she interrupts, placing a finger against my lips. “This isn’t about what you think you can do. This is about what I want you to do. And I want you to hold back until I give you permission.”

Before I can respond, she lowers her head and takes me into her mouth. The wet heat envelops me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. My hips buck involuntarily, but Caterina’s strong hands press down on my thighs, pinning me to the couch.

“Stay still,” she commands, briefly releasing me from her mouth. “Mommy doesn’t like it when you squirm.”

I nod frantically, desperate to please her. “Yes, Cat. I’m sorry.”

“Good boy,” she purrs before taking me back into her mouth.

Her crimson eyes never leave mine as her head bobs up and down, her perfect lips stretched around my length. The wet sounds of her mouth fill the office, obscene and intoxicating. My fucked up hands twitch uselessly by my sides, the scars pulling tight as I fight the instinct to grab her hair.

“Cat,” I gasp, my voice cracking. “Please slow down.”

She responds by taking me deeper, her throat constricting around the head of my cock as she swallows me whole. I feel my eyes roll back, my toes curling against the leather couch.

“Fuck,” I whimper, already feeling the familiar pressure building at the base of my spine. “I can’t... I’m going to...”

Caterina pulls back immediately, leaving me throbbing and desperate. Her hand wraps around me, squeezing just tight enough to stave off my release. Her smile is wicked as she watches me struggle.

“No, you won’t,” she says matter-of-factly. “Not until Mommy says so.”

I’m panting now, sweat beading on my forehead as I fight against my body’s desperate need for release. Caterina watches me, enjoying my struggle like it’s the finest entertainment.

“Please,” I beg.

“Shh,” she soothes, her voice deceptively gentle. “You’re doing so well for Mommy.”

Just when I think I’ve regained some control, she lowers her head again, this time taking just the tip between her lips. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, tracing patterns that make my entire body tremble.

I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, anything to distract from the overwhelming pleasure threatening to push me over the edge. I close my eyes to force out the erotic image of Caterina. My breath comes in short, desperate pants, each inhale burning in my lungs.

“Look at me,” Caterina commands, briefly releasing me from her mouth.

I force my eyes open, meeting her crimson gaze. The power in those eyes, the absolute control she wields over me, is almost as overwhelming as the physical sensation of her mouth.

“I want to see your face while you’re fighting not to come,” she purrs. “It’s so pretty when you’re desperate.”

She takes me deep again, her throat muscles working around me as she swallows. I can feel her gagging slightly, but she doesn’t pull back. If anything, she pushes forward, taking me impossibly deeper.

My vision starts to blur at the edges, the pressure building to an unbearable point. I’m trembling all over now, every muscle tense as I fight against the inevitable.

“Cat,” I plead, my voice barely a whisper. “I can’t... I can’t hold back anymore.”

Caterina pulls off me with an obscene pop. Her hand tightens around the base of my cock again.

“Not yet,” she says, her voice sweet but firm as iron. “I want to see how much more you can take.”

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Caterina descends on me again, taking my entire length in one fluid motion. I feel the tight constriction of her throat as she pushes past her comfort zone, her eyes watering slightly at the corners. But instead of pulling back, she pushes even deeper, her nose pressing against my stomach as she takes me as far as she can.

I can feel her throat spasm around me as she gags, the sensation sending electric currents through my entire body. But what undoes me completely is the look in her eyes as she stares up at me through tear-spiked lashes. Despite the obscene position, despite the power she wields over me, her crimson eyes hold something unmistakable, a possessive, consuming love that burns hotter than any physical sensation.

With my cock still buried deep in her throat, her lips stretched wide around my base, she somehow manages to form words. The vibration of her voice around my flesh is the final straw.

“Cum for Mommy,” she commands, the words garbled but unmistakable.

The dam breaks. My entire body convulses as pleasure erupts through me like a volcanic explosion, hot and violent and unstoppable. My damaged hands claw uselessly at the leather couch as I cry out.

“Cat!” My vision going white at the edges as my release pulses through me in endless waves.

Caterina’s mouth takes it all, swallowing everything I give her with greedy satisfaction. When the last tremor finally subsides, leaving me boneless and gasping on the couch, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips with theatrical relish.

“Good boy,” she purrs, crawling back up my body to plant a possessive kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on her tongue, the intimacy of it making me shudder all over again.

When she pulls back, her crimson eyes are soft with satisfaction. “You did so well for Mommy,” she whispers, stroking my cheek with surprising tenderness.

I lean into her touch like a starving man offered food, desperate for her approval.

“Thank you.”

A/N "You Have to Pilot the Gundam, Adam."

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