Page 36 of A Cock and Bull Story
Belle tosses back her head and shakes with laughter. The movement causes her tits to bounce up and dance. I’m utterly transfixed. She holds out a hand when she finally calms down, and I take it.
The lovely cat shifter yanks me forward between her legs. I awkwardly angle my mouth to give her an Aussie snog, but feel self-conscious—what if I don’t do it right?
What if she hates it?
What if I can’t make her peak?
“Stop thinking,” Belle whispers, forcing my head closer. “I love it already.”
“I haven’t done anything,” I smirk.
“Exactly,” she parries.
It’s enough to put me at ease, and I set to work.
I tentatively lick her soft folds, the wetness coating the tip of my tongue. She mewls hungrily, and I lap deeper—harder. This seems to be what Belle craves because she rocks her hips forcefully to meet my mouth.
I fuck her quim with my tongue like it’s my cock, enjoying the taste of this beautiful woman. Her fingers dance across her bean, working herself into a state of frenzied lust.
Until she explodes.
Droplets of liquid splash across my lips and chin, and I lean back, startled. No woman has ever came likethatfor me before. The taste of her is intoxicating, but I don’t get a chance to enjoy it because she pulls me up to her—and licks herself off my face.
“Yum,” she groans in bliss. “Now, take off your pants and fuck me. Pretend I’m the kitchen help you caught fingering herself instead of working. Punish me with your dick—hard.”
My hands unconsciously undo my belt while I gape at her.
What is this crazy Yank into?
“Oh, and don’t forget to choke me,” she adds.
I stop thinking after that and just do. It takes seconds for me to strip. I don’t worry about protection—Belle’s a cat and I’m a toad. It’s not like I can impregnate her or anything, and shifters can’t get STDs—but Belle might prefer it, regardless.
Clearing my throat, I admit, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“No worries. We’re good,” she promises.
It’s all I need to hear.
Like a man possessed, I tackle her back further onto the counter and stuff her full. Belle releases a long low moan, and I fear that I’ve hurt her until I remember her last words to choke her. . .
Picking up my pace, I grip her hips hard and forcefully slam into her tight minge. Belle clings to my shoulders, and her cries of delight echo around us. I remember her words and release her hips to carefully wrap my hands around her throat.
“Squeeze,” she directs.
At first, I hesitate, but gradually begin testing her threshold for pain—it’s high. . .
And I like it.
A lot.
I’ve never done anything like this with a woman, and it sends me to new heights. Within minutes, I’m dancing the edge between holding back and busting a nut.
“God, yes, Arthur,” she pants. “Come inside my pussy.”
My knob must have a direct line of communication with this woman—and it obeys her every command.
I explode deep inside Belle’s quim.
