Page 28 of Pretty Little Kitty

“Such a tease,” Kia moaned.

Suero smirked. “Patience, gatito.”

The neediness in Kia’s tone made Suero’s breath catch. He stripped off his clothes, cool air brushing his skin, and guided Kia to lie back on the plush pillow.

Captivated by the man’s beauty, he whispered, “Eres tan hermoso.” Kia blushed, legs parting with a teasing smile.

Suero settled between them, savoring the moment. Despite Kia’s frustrated whimpers, Suero refused to rush, determined to cherish every inch of him.

With a flick of his tongue, Kia writhed beneath him, the musky scent fueling Suero’s growing desire. The man tilted his hips, spread his legs wider, surrendering to Suero’s touch. He explored Kia’s body, his tongue trailing up Kia’s erection before taking the head between his lips.

“Oh…I really love your mouth now,” Kia gasped. He rocked his hips, trying to drive his cock deeper.

You’re not the one in control, cariño. He held Kia’s hips firmly, but that didn’t stop his mate from trying. Relaxing his throat, Suero took him deep, right to the base, before easing off.

The room pulsed with the sound of Kia’s pleasure. He definitely wasn’t the silent type. His moans echoed off the walls as Suero took his cock in fully, over and over.

Kia was close, his body tense. Suero eased back, his lips brushing tenderly against both of Kia’s inner thighs.

The man lay beneath him, catching his breath. He stared up at the ceiling, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Finally, his eyelashes fluttered as he deeply exhaled.

Suero was struggling as well, his muscles tight, his wolf desperate to take Kia. Not yet. Control it. Kia deserves slow and tender.

He looked up, meeting the heat in Kia’s eyes, turning darker with an amber glow as a soft purr rumbled from his throat.

Holy. Fuck. The sound shot straight to Suero’s cock. “Does my beautiful gatito want me?” he growled, rising to his knees. “Tell me, cariño. Does your cheetah hunger for my wolf?”

A bark of laughter escaped Suero as Kia pounced, tackling him. He leaned in, sniffing along Suero’s jawline, a more powerful purr resonating from his chest. “Fuck me, lobo. Now.”

Clearly, Kia didn’t want slow and tender. He wanted primal. Suero’s canines extended, eyes glowing as he seized Kia’s wrists. “Hands and knees, now.”

“Say. Please.”

In one swift, decisive motion, Suero flipped Kia onto his back, staring down into defiant cheetah eyes. His feline wanted control, but Suero’s wolf didn’t submit. Their animals were circling, each daring the other to make the next move.

Kia wrapped his legs around Suero’s waist, yanking him closer.

Suero leaned in, his voice a rasp against Kia’s ear. “Voy a enseñarte quién manda, gatito.” I’m going to show you who's boss, kitty.

He smirked, pulling back just enough to meet those defiant feline eyes. “Do you need a translation, or have I made my point?”

“I have no clue what you said.” Kia smiled sweetly at him. “So either fuck me or I’m off to enjoy more tacos. At least they know how to leave me craving for more.”

No the fuck…

Suero hissed as the last shred of his patience snapped. His kitten had steel claws—and clearly no idea who he was dealing with.

He gripped Kia’s thighs and dragged him down the bed, bending the man’s legs back until his ass tilted up, spread and waiting. “You want tacos?” Suero growled, lining himself up.

The head of his cock pressed against Kia’s hole, precum already slicking the sensitive ring. One spurt. Kia’s muscles twitched. His breath caught. His mouth opened like he had something to say, but all that came out was a curse.

Second spurt.

A flush broke across Kia’s chest as his hips rocked. His body was already responding, relaxing, needy.

Third spurt.

Suero’s eyes flashed amber as his cock slid past the barrier, slow and deep. Home. Heat wrapped around him, tight and hot and so damn welcoming it nearly broke his restraint all over again.

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