Page 33 of Nova

I was standing in the kitchen retrieving a bowl of popcorn when one of her damn cats decided to make its presence known. It’s the big orange one, the boy, if I remember correctly. He winds his round body through my legs and then reaches up my leg like a dog getting ready to hump you.

“Felix! Get off him.” I look up to see Simone watching us closely.

“I think your pussy wants to fuck me,” I smirk, but she scoops him up and kisses his forehead.

“Impossible. He’s neutered.” I drop the bag of popcorn and hold my chest.

“HOW COULD YOU?” Nothing should ever have its balls cut off.

Well, unless they’re a rapist.

“Oh hush, it didn’t kill him. What are we watching?” I notice what she’s wearing when she walks away from me to bend over to retrieve the remote.

Fuck me sideways.

Booty shorts, a camisole shirt, and I’d bet my life on the fact that there’s nothing underneath them. I aim to check myself and spill half the popcorn on the counter in my haste to join her on the couch, where she’s still holding the orange fluff ball.

“Comfy?” She has a blanket thrown over the back of the couch, and I gently pull it off and cover her bare legs before handing her the bowl.

“Yes, thanks.” I pull her legs over my own and sink into the couch as she flips to a streaming service full of true crime shows.

“You were serious?” I laugh at the question because, of course, she was.

“Absolutely. Here, you can pick.” She tosses me the remote, and I start scrolling the selection when I see the black cat licking itself out of the corner of my eye.

“I don’t like that one.” I sneer as it reaches over its head and licks while staring me down like I’m its next meal.

“Why?” She coos at the cat like it’s really her child.

“Anything that can lick its own ass is trouble.” She snorts at me.

“Angel is the Devil incarnate. Don’t make her mad, and you’ll be fine.” Right.

“I’m pretty sure me being here has already done that.” I randomly pick a show because I don’t plan to watch it.

“You’re probably right.” Simone drops the orange on the floor, and he rolls onto his back in a big stretch.

“So, is this like a Netflix and chill thing?” She asks a few minutes into the show that I shamelessly fell into instantly.

Who knew Jeffery Dahmer was so charismatic?

“Simone, have you never just hung out with a man before?” I pause the show and place the remote on the side table.

I turn myself so I’m facing her and let my hands rub her long, smooth legs.

“Not one that didn’t want something in return.” Ah, I see the problem.

“The only thing I want is for you to relax, Dove. Today was a traumatic event, so I’ll help any way I can.” I leave the interpretation of my words to her.

“So what you’re saying is that if I need an orgasm to relax, all I have to do is ask?” And my cock is hard.

I let my smile answer her.

“Ok, thanks. I was just checking.” Wait what?

“Are you teasing me, Dove?” Her lips twitch into a grin, and I pounce.

“You little brat.” I tickle her until she’s squealing under me right where I want her.

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