He stroked down the line of my stomach with gentle touches that had the cat in me taking over again. I closed my eyes, arched up toward him, and purred.
“You’re such a pretty kitty,” he murmured, and I chirped in appreciation.
I turned on my belly, knocking his hand away, and crawled to the floor in front of him. Nudging him with my nose, he spread his legs so I could sit between his knees. I laid my cheek on his thigh, my tongue vibrating against the roof of my mouth to make the purring sound that I’d practiced since I was a teenager, oblivious to the fact that there were other people out there like me.
“What do kitties like doing?” he asked, carding his fingers through my hair, scraping his nails over my scalp. Heat pooled low in my stomach and my cock jerked, slapping against my lower belly just below my navel.
I blinked up at him and took in his pointed chin, topaz eyes, and wide shoulders. He had a hard body, but not overly so, and I liked the way the muscles inside his shirt moved. I might not want to have sex tonight, but I was hungry for something else. I nosed at his cock and puffed out air when he inhaled sharply.
“Are you hungry, kitty?” he whispered huskily.
I meowed and darted my tongue out to lick at his hardness through his shorts. It was obvious he wasn’t wearing underwear because the outline of his shaft spread out along his right thigh, and my mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to taste him—and what a kitty wanted, he got.
Nuzzling into his crotch harder, I purred and swatted at his knee to let him know I wanted it. I wiggled my ass so my tail swung with the movement.
“Do you want a treat?” He cupped the back of my neck, squeezing it, and I meowed again. “Okay.” Tugging at the waistband of his pants, he pulled my prize out, and I grinned in triumph. He wasn’t massive, not small, either, but the head of his cock was big, and my mouth watered at the sight of his cut meat. Cats liked meat a lot, and I was definitely hungry.
I stuck out my tongue, lapping at the V-shape beneath the head, and listened to the way he exhaled deeply. Letting out another chirp, the swipe of my tongue was longer this time, from the base of his dick to the tip, and it twitched under the attention. I glanced up at him. He had his head thrown back, but at this angle, I could still see his mouth parted in pleasure.
I grinned to myself. I loved pleasing my owner, even if we’d only just met, and chances were, he might only be my Master for one night. Wiggling my butt again in happiness, I dug my tongue into his slit.
“Fuck, kitty.” He slid his fingers into my hair again and looked at me, eyes sparkling in desire and teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. “You’re such a good kitty.” I swatted at his thigh and he laughed. “Do kitties not like being told they’re good?”
I huffed and let out a whine.
“I’m sorry, Harley cat, I don’t know how to treat a feline. Maybe you can teach me as we go.”
The way he said those words meant this wouldn’t just be a one-night thing, and I liked the sound of that. I purred and ran my cheek over his knee, nudging my forehead against his leg, before I returned my attention to the cock hanging out of the waistband of his pants. I took the head in my mouth and gave him a light suck that made him moan low in his throat. His reactions were delicious to listen to, and they inspired me to go further, take more of his hard flesh into my mouth. I slid my tongue over the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins that ran along the length, and he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I worked him into my mouth, licking and sucking, and he tasted good. Fresh. Clean. My own cock throbbed between my legs, a reminder of how much I loved taking care of my Master. But I didn’t touch myself, no matter how much I wanted to. I scratched his waistband, and he got the idea, pushing the shorts down farther and pulling out his balls for me. I purred around his erection in appreciation and let it pop out from between my lips. Turning my attention to his sac, I licked at the furry skin, then took one ball in my mouth and gave it a good slurp.
He let out a long, happy sigh, and I purred harder around him—well, as much as I could with my mouth full—excited with the reactions I was getting. “Such a good kitty. You like playing with balls, don’t you?”
I released him from my mouth and chirped up at him, nudging at his knee again with my temple. Returning to his dick, I took him fully in my mouth. I prided myself on not gagging, even when he hit the back of my throat.
“Shit. Kitty, I’m gonna fuck into you, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission, not really, but I didn’t mind.
I spread my legs to get into a better position just as his fingers tightened their hold on my hair. He fucked my mouth, his dick spearing into my throat. One of his thrusts was deeper than I could handle and I did gag, but he didn’t slow his pace. My own erection throbbed, and as tempted as I was to reach down and grab myself, I didn’t. Only Master could give me that permission.
A few more thrusts and he froze, groaning, and shot down my throat. He tugged at my hair until it was simultaneously painful and sent sizzles of joy throbbing into my groin. When he was done, I pulled back, letting his dick flop free while I wiped at my mouth with the back of my paw. I sniffed up at him, noting the way he was still shivering, and turned my back on him. I shook my ass in his direction, and I knew he’d seen because I heard another sharp intake of air.
Falling onto my back on the floor in front of him, I spread my legs and rubbed my balled-up fist over my stomach, meowing.
“What do you need, Harley cat?” he murmured, shoving his dick back into his shorts before he got onto his knees beside me. His heated gaze felt like ants crawling over my skin and I trembled with need. “Do you want me to pet you?”
I purred and with my feet planted on the floor, I thrust my hips toward him.
He grinned, white teeth flashing at me, and when he went to scratch my stomach, I hissed. Pausing, his eyes widened. “Okay, not the belly.” He leaned closer, hand traveling in the direction of my dick, and I purred. “Jackpot.” Brad laughed quietly and curled his fingers around the base of my erection. He squeezed with just the right amount of pressure and my eyelids slid closed as a spark of need fired inside me. My balls felt heavy where they hung between my legs and my dick jerked under his touch.
He stroked up my length, and I let out a long, drawn-out purr.
“Oh, you like that,” Brad whispered, and I thrust my hips up. “Okay, kitty. I understand.” And then he started jacking me, slow at first, with long strokes that had me shuddering, before his pace grew quicker. I threw my head back, electric desire prickling at my skin until the familiar sensations of my orgasm came hard and fast. It’d been too long since a Master had touched me like this, and I should have known it wouldn’t take much to get me to go off. A few more jerks of his hand and I trembled, cum spitting out of my slit and splattering across my stomach, some landing on the floor beside me.
I slumped right there, exhausted and wrung out, and feeling so fantastic that in that moment, I would have let him do anything.
“Such a good kitty.” He kissed my shoulder, something I would never have allowed if I hadn’t just come my brains out. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” Brad petted down my arm and my chest vibrated with a hum. “You must be so tired. Come on, kitty, let’s go to bed. I have a nice warm mattress for you.”
I liked that idea, and if I had real cat ears, they would have perked up. Rolling over onto my knees and palms, I bent low and licked at the cum that had splattered there on the floor, and when I glanced at Brad, his eyes were wide in surprise.
