Page 41 of Hell's Kitten

Just as I’m starting to get dangerously close, he pops off and gives me a devilish grin, saliva and pre-cum glistening on his chin. As I try to catch my breath, he bounds over to thenightstand, where I see he’s left a single condom in its foil packet. Very carefully, he picks it up with his teeth, then comes trotting back over to me, holding it up proudly.

I take it from him and wipe his face clean. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you, little kitty?” I ask gently, my voice low. I can hear my own desperation, and there’s no sense in fighting it. I want my baby boy so badly it hurts.

He rises up, placing his hands on my chest as he climbs up my body, planting a kiss on my jaw. He looks me in the eyes and nods before twisting around and flopping onto his stomach. The beautiful fluffy tail sticks up proudly from in between his cheeks. I think about how he worked that inside himself, just for me. How he waited up here for me to come home, just so he could surprise me.

I am going to give him the best night of his life.

In no time at all, I’ve got the rest of my clothes off and I’m climbing on top of him. Carefully, I place his hands above his head and ease his legs apart. Then I fetch some lotion from the drawer that has a beautiful macadamia nut-and-vanilla scent that’s rich without being too sickly sweet. Squirting some onto my hands, I position myself behind him and start to massage the backs of his legs.

The moans that fill the air are utterly obscene. I have no trouble staying hard as my gorgeous kitten writhes and whimpers underneath me. He works and trains so hard it often leaves him tense, so one of my favorite things is to massage his tired muscles. By the time I’m done, he’s a puddle of goo, just the way I want him.

“Good boy,” I murmur as I knead his ass cheeks. “Such a good boy for your Daddy.”

Making sure I have the lube and condom at hand, I begin to ease the plug from his hole, telling him to relax and reminding him just how beautiful he is. By the time I free the reasonablysized metal bulb, his whimpers are almost sobs, so I take a moment to stop and kiss his cute little bubble butt.

“Are you ready for Daddy, kitten?” I ask, placing the luxurious tail on the other nightstand out of our way. He turns his head to one side and nods lethargically. “Good boy.”

My hands are trembling as I suit up and drizzle lubricant over both my dick and his puffy little pucker, which is already so nicely stretched out. It’s been so long since I made love with anyone, and I’m desperate to make Jessie feel amazing. But I’m also ravenous for him, and I can barely contain myself as I start to sink into his hot, greedy hole.

“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head back and screwing up my eyes. Even with the rubber on, he feels amazing. Despite his blissed-out state, he’s getting onto his knees and backing up against me so I can thrust farther inside him. I run my hands along his sides, loving how damp his skin is. Our heavy pants fill the air, our perspiration mixing in with the scent of the lotion, lube, and burning candle wicks.

“Daddy,” he whispers, the first word he’s spoken all evening. My heart flips in my chest and I lean down to wrap my arms around his chest and hug him from behind.

“I’m here, baby,” I assure him. He lets out a long moan as I bottom out, my cock nestling inside him like he was made to hold me. “You’re perfect,” I manage to grunt. Honestly, the fact that I can even get a single syllable out right now is impressive.

“Daddy,” he utters again, pushing against me, looking for movement.

I give it to him.

He’s obviously been worked up for a while, and I’ve been on a hair trigger, even before his lips touched my cock. So I begin to thrust, gripping his hips tightly so I can piston as hard and fast as he can take. From the way he starts squealing and thrashing,I know I’ve found his prostate, and my heart overflows with joy knowing that he’s losing his mind because of me.

I know I wanted to wait because I was afraid we were moving things too fast. He’d only been living with me a couple of weeks before we started dating, and we’ve never even had a conversation about how to label it because I was afraid that would put too much pressure on him.

But in this moment, I just know he’s mine, all mine. I’ll do anything for him. I’ll treasure him and pleasure him and give him everything I’ve got. No way I’m messing this up like last time. If I have to push myself out of my comfort zone for him, I will. He deserves that. He deserves everything.

It might only be my inner monologue but I’m aware I’m babbling, even if it’s just to myself. I’m losing my mind with desire as my orgasm builds, waves of ecstasy crashing over me until, finally, it explodes.

I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Certainly not from my own hand. It feels like it goes on for minutes as I shoot again and again into the condom buried in my little kitten’s ass. It’s probably only twenty to thirty seconds, but when I eventually come to a shuddering stop, my body draped over Jessie’s, I have to take a few seconds to properly catch my breath. I feel like I’ve been hit with a wrecking ball.

And I’m not the only one. Underneath me, Jessie is a quivering mess, and as I trail my hands over his taut body, I discover quickly that he’s still rock hard, waiting to come.

Good. I want to be the one to draw it out of him.

Carefully, I extract myself from him, quickly pull off the condom, tie it up, then throw it into the trash can in the en suite. While I’m there, I grab a washcloth to dampen, come back and gently clean up his behind. Then I ease him onto his back, hooking my fingers over the satin jockstrap, and drag it down over his hips and thighs before discarding it onto the floor.

His cock is straining and red, shiny with precum, and jerking in anticipation. But I can’t help but give each of his nipples a good suck first, rolling my tongue over those tantalizing piercings. He might be shattered, but he still squirms underneath me, his loose limbs twitching as he gasps and moans.

I don’t torture him for long, taking pity and swallowing his delicious cock down in one go. He cries out, his body jerking off the bed before dropping back down again. I hold his hip to keep him steady, bobbing my head and sucking as hard as I can. In no time at all, he’s spurting down my throat, and I drink every last drop.

By the time I come up to kiss his lips, he’s almost passed out already. I chuckle, close to falling asleep myself. But I take the time to undress him and wipe off any other mess before snuggling up behind him, hugging him close, and draping a blanket over both of us. It’s still pretty early in the evening, but I figure if we wake up for a midnight snack, that’s no big deal.

Right now, I just need to keep my precious kitten in my arms and never let him go.

It startles me how much I mean that literally.

CHAPTER 16

Jessie

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