Page 202 of Axel

I wrap my leg over his, loving his warmth, rubbing against him, too.

“Why, is someone jealous?”

“I’m a queen,” I murmur. “Jealousy is beneath me.”

His voice husky and teasing, he says, “You keep purring on me like that, Wildfire, and you’re about to be beneathmewhile I’m buried deep inside you.”

I tease his nipple. “While I appreciate your constant horniness for me, let’s schedule the next fuckathon for another month because you broke my pussy last night.”

“Andyour ass.”

I lift my stare and find his icy eyes sparkling at mine, and his bright smile shining as proud as a peacock. A peacock with a giant pierced penis.

“God,” I huff, “you owe me.”

“If you want to fuck my ass while yours recovers, Wildfire, all you gotta do is let me keep our kittens.”

“Uh!” I pop up. “But you said you liked the idea that everyone gets a kitten.”

“Yeah, but…” He lifts the one beside him, kissing its pink nose. “Who knew I’d get so pussywhipped?”

“Me, after you saw mine for the first time.”

“No, I was whipped for you the first time you flipped me off.” He reaches over, circling my nipple, and getting that hungry look in his eyes. “All I could think about was where I wanted you to stick that middle finger.”

I arch a brow. “Where?”

“Let me roll over, and you can find out.”

I laugh, tempted. “Your mom will be here in an hour.”

“And dick deflated.”

I glance down. “Liar.”

Axel’s on his back, nude and breathtaking. I’ll never stop worshipping the sight of his hot body covered in ink, but it’s how he doesn’t wear socks to bed anymore.

He lets me see all of him, love all of him, and it stirs something deep inside me.

It does the same to him.

His dick lies swollen, long, and thick against his abs but when I lick my lips at it, he moans and it twitches, aroused.

“You have until the count of three,” he orders, “to put my dick in your mouth and your pussy in my face.”

I lean over to happily obey, but it happens before I can stop it.

Our cute little kitten swats his giant dick and…

“Jesus fuck!”

Axel jumps up, and I’ve never seen a man move so fast. The speed of light would be impressed.

He leaps out of bed, and grabs his penis, pointing at the culprit. “That one’s going to Grant!”

The little golden monster with one white-socked paw tilts her head at him.

“No, this is the one we’re keeping.” I pick her up. “She’s the runt of the litter.”

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