“Yes, yes, yes,” she whined. “I’m about to come, Guy.”
“Not til I say so,” I rasped. “Crawl.”
She moved forward, giving me room. I knelt behind her and held her hips as I drove into her pussy, Kitty giving an enthusiastic sigh. She begged for more, bouncing back against me.
“My perfect, dirty girl,” I gritted out. “You want my finger in your ass?”
She whined out my name, desperate to come.
“Don’t you come yet, Birdy. Answer my question.”
“Yes.” She lifted her torso to lean back against me as I thrust into her. I sucked my finger and pressed it into her already-wet asshole, the feeling enough to send me to the edge as well. I could feel the pressure of my dick moving inside her through my finger, an unexpected turn-on. I took her breast into my other hand as her hands laced into my hair.
“So beautiful, Kitty. Such a good fucking girl taking me like this,” I hissed as I moved my hand to her throat, not squeezingbut holding her to me. She was willingly putting all her pleasure into my hands and I couldn’t get enough. The trust we’d built over the years paid its dividends. “You ready to let go, gorgeous?”
“Please,” she whispered. “It’s so intense.”
“Fuckin’ right it is. You want my cum, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, God, yes,” she yelled.
“It’s time. Come for me, baby.”
With an agonizing shout, Kitty fell apart around me as I shot off inside her. I breathed hard, sitting back on my heels as she collapsed in my lap. We laughed, sighing out in disbelief.
“Guy, it’s never been that strong,” Kitty said, looking over her shoulder in shock. “When did you start eating ass?”
I shrugged. “It just felt right. Your ass looked so good in my face. Thought you might like it.”
Kitty flopped onto the bed and I lay down beside her.
“So, what do you wanna do today?”
Chapter 35
Kitty
Guy held my hand everywhere we walked in Manhattan. We’d stopped by my hotel so I could get fresh clothes and shower with my own stuff. It was close to noon, and New York’s August heat was thick and sultry. I picked a light cotton dress with some sandals that were comfy for walking. Somehow, my curled ponytail had survived the night pretty nicely.
We waited in line for iced coffee in a small neighborhood shop. Guy got two pain au chocolate with our iced coffees. We gave our coffee names as Jack and Diane, my idea.
“You need two pastries to hold you over til lunch, Frenchie?”
“No. You’ll say you only want a bite and then you’ll eat my whole pastry. One’s for you,mapuce.”
I smacked him, but still laughed. The barista called out our names.
“Hey, not to be weird,” they said, putting our drinks on the bar, “But are you Kitty Gatto?”
“Guilty,” I said.
“And this is the hockey player?”
Guy snorted. “Yes, I’m the hockey player.”
“Do you mind if I get a selfie? My friends aren’t going to believe me.”
I glanced at Guy and he nodded. “Sure.”
