Page 32 of Three Meows

Or at least I tried to.

Hands on my thighs prevented me from rising, my lover’s strong grip keeping me in place.

“Watch,” Rowan said and hit play on the remote. “Show over, then you can come.”

I slumped against his chest in despair. Here it was, the catch. I could have his cock inside of me during the episode we were watching, but I couldn’t really fuck him.

Suddenly, I understood why people considered black cats to be the spawn of Satan. Surely Rowan had to at least have some kind of a deal with the devil to have such evil ideas.

Cockwarming.

Rowan was using me forcockwarming.

He was enjoying the snug heat of my pussy while we watched a detective procedural and demanded I pay attention to the unfolding case on screen.

When my attention wandered and I found myself repeatedly tensing around his cock, moving in the only way I could, he slapped my thigh making me yelp.

For a moment I thought I was going to come just from the sudden drag of his cock along my insides when I jumped, but I only shuddered through the new wave of arousal before the feeling plateaued to the constant too-little-not-enough so-good-but-I-want-more sensation.

The blush never left my cheeks for the entire episode and by the time it ended I felt nearly insane, positively feverish with desire. My need turned into a necessity. I was going to die if Rowan did not fuck me this instant. When the credits started rolling a triumphant sound escaped my lips and I surged into motion only to be thwarted again.

“You can’t mean to—! Those are only credits! Credits! Just text!” I moaned. “Please, please, let me ride your cock, please—”

The TV turned off.

That was all the warning I got before Rowan lifted me up, then slammed me back onto his cock.

“AH!”

My cry reverberated through the room, but it was only the beginning of all the filthy sounds Rowan made me give him.

I thought it was going to be me fucking him wildly.

I was mistaken.

Rowan used his strength to hook his hands under my knees and used his prowess and height to his advantage, moving me on his cock, up and down, up and down. With my feet off the couch, I had no leverage to control the movements in any way. All that was left for me was to moan, and whimper, and claw at his hands as I tried to find an anchor in this blizzard of sensation. Littlefucked out sounds and Rowan’s harsh breathing filled the room, along with the dirty percussion of flesh slamming against flesh. I was so on edge the arousal felt like a ball of fire in my abdomen. The teasing had an effect on both of us and we quickly lost ourselves in one another, joined in the frenzy of movement and chasing bliss.

The wetness of my arousal leaked down, leaving sticky trails, but it had nothing on the way Rowan’s cum filled me and then overflowed, escaping out of my stuffed pussy when Rowan slammed into me with a hiss of pleasure. My lover’s hips stuttered wildly as he spilled deep inside me and I choked on a moan as I followed him into bliss, bolstered to join him by the way his breath hitched and his hands gripped me as if he never wanted to let me go. As if he wanted to burrow himself even deeper, stake a claim on every inch of my body.

We breathed together for a moment, the fast rise and fall of our chests synchronizing until the adrenaline went down and our hearts stopped beating like drums. Rowan let his grip lessen and I groaned, suddenly realizing how much my legs were cramping after staying in such a demanding position for so long. Gentle hands helped me unfold and I snuggled with Rowan on the couch.

Unlike before, we weren’t really paying attention to the show Rowan put on. It was only a background noise as I focused on cuddling my wonderful boyfriend. We made use of the snacks and beverages, happily munching the popcorn and occasionally sharing butter-flavored kisses.

It was pure bliss. I was happy, cozy, and warm. I could stay like this forever.

I was drowsing with my face pressed into Rowan’s neck when the door banged open.

“Honey, we are home!” Chester hollered, seeing the light in the main room was on.

Shit, shit, shit, I forgot I made him and Elijah remove themselves from the apartment only until midnight!

I scampered off Rowan in panic.

A quick check showed me it wasn’t that bad. Rowan had his pants back on and my skirt was dark enough to hide any stains. I managed to straighten my clothes and fix my hair in the short time it took Chester and Elijah to take their boots off, so I greeted them with a smile.

They knew me and Rowan were on a date, but they didn’t need to know all the sordid details.

Elijah stopped in his tracks. His eyes were wide. I followed his gaze.

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