Page 12 of Vicious Kitten


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She nods, and her eyes dart to my lips for a moment before coming back to mine.

“Thank you.” Her words are a whisper, but they are still her words. She is thanking me for the compliment, and I can’t help but smile.

“You’re welcome.”

She bites her lip as my fingers dance gently over her nipples, and then I lower my mouth to the pebbled buds. Her breath hitches as her chest arches towards me, her nipple pressing into my mouth with desperate desire. My tongue lashes over one nipple and then the other before I kiss a trail down her creamy skin, seeking the deep pink flesh between her legs.

I’m too hungry to hold back, and I start kissing her over the top of her panties, my tongue flicking over her clit, loving how the fabric is already soaked through. I glance back up at her to see she is watching. Her lips parted as she grinds her pelvis, pressing her needy cunt firmly against my hot mouth.

It doesn’t take long for the fabric barrier to piss me off, so I shift back, tugging her panties from her body before spreading her legs wide. She has the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. It’s proportionally symmetric and is flushed deep pink from the rush of blood to the area as her arousal grows. I look back up to see she is watching my every move, so I lean forward and blow over her heated flesh.

A whimper escapes her, and I grin, loving how responsive she is to me.

“Don’t take your eyes off mine, Kitten. Donotclose them.”

She nods at my command, and I waste no more time, settling my face between her legs, my tongue finally making contact with the swollen, needy bud at the top of her pussy. She tastes like the sweetest nectar I’ve ever had as I drag my tongue down through her folds, and I revel in her desire as her fingers grip my hair, her loud moan filling the room.

She is perfect.

A gush of wetness meets my tongue, my need taking over, and I lose a little of my control, spearing my tongue as deep as I can go into her opening. She grinds on my face, and my fucking dick jerks like it’s already gearing up to spill. I don’t stop, though. No way am I letting my dick control this situation. Not when my very need to breathe is fuelled by pleasuring my little brat.

I shift, bringing my fingers up to join the party, sliding two into her molten heat as my tongue flicks back over her clit. Rhys throws her head back as she starts to lose control, so I nip at her clit, the action gaining her attention as she gasps, her eyes coming back to lock onto mine, wide with disbelief.

“Keep your eyes on mine.” I remind her, and when she nods, her chest rising and falling quickly, I return my tongue to her needy nub.

She’s already so close. I could drag this out, but I don’t want to torture her tonight. I want to worship her. Give her what she needs. What she craves. And more.

Adding a third finger, because I know that’s a magic number for her greedy cunt, I ease them in, syncing the brush of my tongue and curl of my fingers to send her in a frenzy. Her mouth is open, and she pants, her brow furrowed in that pleasure-pained way that tells me she is consumed by what we are sharing. She grinds her pussy harder, meeting my tongue and fingers with her insatiable hunger, and a moment later, her inner muscles begin to tighten before they start pulsing and sucking my fingers deeper as she comes over my face.

Rhys tries to keep her eyes on mine, but as her pussy contracts, she’s unable to maintain the connection, her body ruling her. That’s ok, though. What we shared was hot and intimate, and I’m ready to bury myself deep inside her.

“Ty.” She pants, latching onto my hair at the top of my head, pulling as she tries to squirm away from me. Oh yeah. I guess I can stop lashing her with my tongue now. It’s hard to stop, though. Her taste is so addictive that I’d happily drown in her.

I chuckle against her swollen clit, moving back as I slip my digits from her heat, and she slumps back in the chair.

“You ok, Kitten?”

“Legit, I think I stopped breathing.” She pants, and I chuckle as I rise over her creamy flesh, peppering her skin with kisses as I trail up her body.

“You ready for round two?” I hum over her nipple, sucking it in and giving it a little nip. She arches into me, her moan the only answer I need. I rise up, hovering over her mouth as she pants, still trying to catch her breath, and I steal a kiss.

One of the things I love about Rhys George is that she doesn’t shy away from tasting herself on my lips. If anything, she kisses me harder, her tongue lapping at my mouth as she moans over her own taste. There’s nothing fucking hotter.

“Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” I gently demand against her lips, and she complies, her arms wrapping around my neck at the same time.

I stand, lifting her in my arms and turn, walking over to my bed. My feet hit the end as I kiss her deeply, the heat of her pussy pressing against my hard dick, only the thin fabric of my boxers between us.

Leaning forward, I gently lay my girl down on my bed. How many fucking nights have I dreamed of having her here, getting lost in her, having her scent cling to my sheets? So fucking many, and now it’s finally happening.

I didn’t want it to happen this way, though. I never wanted to cause her more problems in a life that has already been so hard for her. If I could change my fucking age, I would. I’d do anything for Rhys. Even walk away from her if that’s what she needed. It would kill me, but I’d fucking do it.

There’s still a big possibility that I’ll have to do that. Hell, I may find myself in prison soon, and fuck, if that idea isn’t all that bad, if I was put in the same one as that Brian fucker. Her bio dad. I’d kill the motherfucker without hesitation. Sure, I’d see the inside of a cell for the rest of my life, but it would be worth it to get that revenge for Kitten.

This right now, though, me and my little brat, here alone in my shitty apartment, is all we have for the moment. We don’t know when things are going to change, so I’m intent on making the most of having her in my bed, of having this time alone together.

“Mmm, the sheets smell like you.” Rhys purrs, and I grin. She fucking belongs in my bed.

“I’d really like to make them smell like you, Kitten.”

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