I Woke Up in a Reverse World Utopia with a 10,000 to 1 Ratio-Chapter 20: And Everyone Clapped

My whole body vibrates with need as we reach the empty balcony, the fertility pill turning my blood into liquid fire. Kate’s fingers lace with mine, pulling me toward the railing where New Boston sprawls beneath us like a pristine dream, a world that has no idea what we’re about to do.

"I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday," Kate whispers, her auburn hair catching the afternoon sun as she positions herself at the railing. Without hesitation, she hikes her uniform skirt up around her waist, the fabric bunching as she reveals herself to the open air. "Tyler, please empty everything you have into me."

The sight of her, Kate Flynn, the most powerful woman in my universe, bent over and exposed against the backdrop of the city steals my breath. My hands tremble as I undo the sash of my robe, letting the thin fabric fall open despite being outside. The cool breeze against my heated skin makes me shudder, but nothing compares to what happens next.

I position myself behind her, my hands finding her hips with bruising intensity. When I enter her, the sensation is so overwhelming that a pathetic whimper escapes my throat. I freeze, buried inside her warmth, fighting the urge to finish right then and there.

"Don’t hold back," Kate breathes, her voice dropping to that husky whisper that turns my insides to jelly. "Let everything out for Mommy."

I don’t even need to move, her words alone are enough to shatter my control completely. My vision blurs as pleasure rips through me with devastating force, my body emptying itself deep inside her in powerful, uncontrollable pulses.

"Kate!" I cry out, not caring who might hear as her name tears from my throat. "Oh god, Kate!"

My fingers dig into her hips as I tremble through a brutal orgasm, the fertility pill amplifying every sensation tenfold. Wave after wave crashes through me until my knees threaten to buckle, the only thing keeping me upright is my death grip on Kate’s waist.

When the final aftershocks subside, I slump forward, pressing my forehead between her shoulder blades as I gasp for breath. The cool breeze against my sweat-slicked skin makes me shiver, but Kate’s warmth keeps me anchored.

I’m still shuddering, barely recovered, when I feel it, Kate’s inner muscles contracting around me in rhythmic pulses, squeezing what’s left of my sensitivity. A groan tears from my throat, raw and desperate as her body milks me for more.

"Mmm," she purrs, glancing over her shoulder with those predatory green eyes. "I think you can do better than that, can’t you? Mommy knows you have more to give."

I should be spent, completely drained after that shattering release, but something in her voice, that perfect blend of command and maternal care, sends a fresh surge of heat through my veins. The fertility pill hasn’t finished with me yet. Against all odds, I feel myself hardening again inside her, my body responding to her words like it was made for this exact purpose.

"That’s it," Kate whispers, her voice thick with approval.

She reaches back, finding my wrist and guiding my hand around to her breast. The perfect weight of it fills my palm, her nipple already hard against my fingertips through the fabric of her uniform. I react instantly, squeezing and kneading with mindless enthusiasm, my hips beginning to move of their own accord.

"Good boy," she breathes, arching her back to press more firmly into my touch. "Show me how much you need this."

My brain short-circuits, rational thought replaced by pure animal instinct. I’m rutting against her now, driven by something primal and desperate. The pill has me in its grip completely, transforming me into something feral and single-minded.

"Kate," I gasp, my thumb circling her nipple through her uniform. "I can’t... it’s too much..."

My head falls forward and I catch a glimpse of movement below us. Through my pleasure-hazed vision, I see them, a small crowd of maintenance workers gathered in the courtyard, their faces tilted upward. They’re watching us, at least a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on Kate’s exposed form and my naked body as I thrust into her.

"Kate," I groan, my rhythm faltering. "There are people down there watching us. Should we stop?"

Kate glances over her shoulder, following my gaze to the spectators below. Instead of embarrassment, her lips curve into a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with something predatory and proud.

"Let them watch," she purrs, pushing back against me with renewed vigor. "They’re just jealous, Tyler. We’re not breaking any rules."

Her inner muscles clench around me, sending fresh swells of pleasure coursing through my hypersensitive body. I’m unable to resist her commands even as my cheeks burn with the knowledge that we have an audience.

"Show them," Kate demands, her voice dropping to that silky tone that turns my insides to liquid. "Show them how much you love me. Let everyone see who you belong to."

Something primal awakens in me at her words. The embarrassment melts away, replaced by a surge of possessive pride. Yes, let them see. Let the entire facility know that Kate is mine and I am hers.

I straighten my spine, no longer trying to hide.

"That’s it," Kate encourages, her breath coming in short gasps. "Show them what a good boy you are for me."

The spectators below grow in number, their faces turned up toward our display.

With each thrust, I feel her trembling beneath my hands. She’s close. So close.

Kate’s breathing changes, becoming shallow and rapid. Her fingers clench white-knuckled around the railing as her body begins to quiver.

"Tyler," she gasps, my name a broken prayer on her lips. "Don’t stop. Right there."

I angle my hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her that makes her whole body tense. Her inner walls flutter around me, the first warning pulses of her approaching climax.

Kate throws her head back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she shatters. Her body convulses around me, squeezing me with devastating intensity as pleasure rips through her. The sight of her, powerful, composed Kate Flynn, completely undone by my touch sends me hurtling toward the edge.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure visibly rolling through her as she moans my name over and over. The sound of her voice, raw and desperate, combined with the rhythmic pulsing of her body around me, is too much to resist.

"Kate, I’m..." I can’t finish the sentence as my second release crashes through me with brutal force.

My vision blurs at the edges as I empty myself inside her, my hips jerking with each pulse. I’m dimly aware that I’m making embarrassing noises, desperate whimpers and groans that echo across the balcony for all to hear.

I collapse against her back again, my legs trembling so violently I can barely stand. Kate supports both our weight against the railing, her breath coming in ragged gasps that match my own.

"Good boy," she whispers, reaching back to stroke my hair with shaking fingers. "Such a good boy for Mommy."

We stay like that for several heartbeats, joined together, exposed to the world below. Through my pleasure-hazed vision, I can see our audience has grown even larger. Some are openly clapping.