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She’s the girl I never should have looked twice at but equally the girl I’ve never been able to get out of my head. There’s just something I can’t explain that has always connected us. Something soul-deep that no one but us seems to understand.
Laying on my front, I blow a stream of air across her swollen cunt.
Another moan rips from her throat, her hips rolling, inviting me to take what I’m aching for.
If I ever thought that I would be able to fuck this girl out of my system then I was a fucking delusional idiot.
The second I had a taste of her, I was fucking gone.
No other woman on the planet could ever compare to my Kitty Kat. Ever.
Leaning a little closer, I run my tongue up the length of her pussy.
“Styx,” she moans. Thank fuck. I’m not sure I could have been held responsible if Ryder’s name peeled from her lips right then. If she was dreaming of him then…
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I let her taste consume me as I tease her.
I know the second she’s fully awake because her entire body jolts, and her head pops up from the pillow. She stares down at me with wide, dark eyes as I continue to lick her like she’s the most delicious breakfast in the world. To be fair, she is.
“Styx,” she breathes, reaching for my hair and holding me against her.
I can’t help but chuckle. Horny little kitty.
“Morning, baby.”
“Oh fuck, yes,” she cries, her back arching and her head falling back as I slide two fingers into her slick cunt.
“You were dreaming about me, weren’t you, Kitty Kat?”
“Maybe,” she groans while I rub her G-spot.
“You were so fucking wet for me,” I say between licks of her clit.
“Best morning ever,” she whispers.
“Now there’s something we can agree on.”
“Stop talking, more licking,” she demands, making me chuckle. But I’m powerless but to give in to what she wants.
I don’t let up until she’s screaming my name and then I crawl between her thighs and thrust inside her slick pussy until I have no clue where I end and she starts. Exactly as it should be.
* * *
It’s almost two hours later when we eventually roll out of bed, sweaty and sated, and with weak knees, if the way Kat wobbles toward the bathroom is any indication.
“You okay there, Kitty Kat?” I ask, watching her with a smirk.
“I think you broke me.”
“Only in the best way,” I call after she disappears behind the door.
“I need food. And don’t even think about trying to cook any.”
“With what?” I ask.
She’s fully aware of the contents of my refrigerator. I’m not going to be able to put any kind of breakfast together unless she wants beer and the leftover pizza crusts.
“I need sugar and coffee. Get ordering.”
