Page 21 of Cursed with Fortune


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Her amber eyes blinked, and I closed mine, imagining her as a woman. Those sharp eyes framed with thick dark lashes. A pert little nose, a smattering of freckles. Tits that fit in my hands, so I could massage them and tease the nipples with my rough palms from woodworking.

I didn’t know why I was personifying her. Wait. Yes, I did.

I love her.

I felt dirty for thinking about her that way, but it didn’t stop me from doing it. Hell, it didn’t stop me from treating her as though she was my partner. I talked to her as though she could answer; I spoiled her with love, affection, and gifts.

Those thoughts, combined with the fact that I hadn’t jacked off in months, ramped me up and I needed some relief. My cock slowly hardened as I thought about her.

I envisioned her as a taller woman, with hips that would allow her to stretch over my lap. Legs with muscles that could pop my head from my neck, but wouldn’t, because she’d love the worship my tongue would bathe her sweet pussy with. Skin so soft on her inner thighs that my dick would weep just for a feel of her.

My cock stood straight up; I couldn’t help myself when my hands reached for it. I gave it a few full tugs before I reached over to get my lube. The bed shifted and Pricilla sat beside me.

“Gonna watch me be bad?” I winked at my cat and drizzled the lube all around my cock.

I groaned as I spread it around and set a pace for jacking my cock. My eyes were closed, and hearing her purr excited me more than it should have.

“Daddy’s baby enjoys watching.” I panted and closed my eyes, letting my imagination take over.

I went back to myimaginaryPricilla, grinding on my lap, breathing in my ear, begging for my cock. My dick wept more, and I tightened my grip, stroking with long pulls from the base up over my head, massaging the precum in on the way back to the base.

“Mm, yeah, baby.”

I tightened my fists again, imagining sliding up into Pricilla’s tight, wet, hot honey pot.

“Aargh.” I gasped and about came up off my bed. “Not so fast, Frank, slow it down.”

Yeah, talk me through. That’s what I needed.

“Mm, your pussy is so tight.” My breaths were erratic. “Feels so good.”

My hands picked up the pace and pumped my cock harder. In my head, I could feel her smooth walls gripping me hard, teasing me, begging me to give up my cream.

“You want it, don’t you, girl?” I panted. “You love when I give you cream.”

Stroke, breathe, squeeze, pump, pump, pump… my back arched, and I slowed my hand down..

“Oh gods, I’m so close.”

“Mrew.” Chuffs of breath and that sweet sound caressed the shell of my ear before her tongue licked my neck.

“F-f-f-uuuuck!”

Pricilla purred and stretched out beside me, her fur brushing against my clean skin, and her tail curled around my wrist. A sweet musky scent filled my nostrils, and I panted faster.

She lapped at my earlobe and closed her lips on it to suckle, and my toes curled. I could feel my heavy balls ready to be emptied. I tried to make the moment last, but then Pricilla made a moaning sound and my back arched up off the bed.

All of my muscles spasmed, making me shake like fingers of electric tendrils were shocking my whole body at once, and I let out a bellow that rattled the pictures on my walls.

I gasped for air and felt her nip my earlobe as cum shot up out of my dick like a volcanic eruption. I heard the first blast hit the ceiling.

My hands were trembling so badly, the next blast hit the wall, and then it was just pump after pump all over my chest, belly, head, cat, and bed.

My body spasmed so long and hard all I could do was lay stiffly on my bed, spent. Self-love had never been so intense before.

Chapter Eight

Pricilla

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