“Is it his dick or his wardrobe you want?”
“Shut up,” Neev whined, but their words drifted off as they did. Thankfully.
I ran the backs of my fingers over her cheeks, where two thin tracks of tears had begun flowing. “You ready for me to pull out, baby girl?”
When she shook her head, I was pretty sure my knees wanted to cave in—she needed this connection as much as I did.
She doubled down by digging her nails into my butt again.
“How’s that little pussy, Kitty? Wet and warm for me?”
Her mouth tightened as she swallowed around me.
It was my turn to hum. “We’re going to Las Vegas and you’ll have a good time with your sisters. But when you’re back at the hotel,you’re mine.” Her lashes fluttered in acquiescence. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard that you won’t know what day it is, never mind the month.
“I’m going to fuck you and get you off so good, baby girl, that whenever that little snatch needs dick, you’ll come straight to me because you’ll associate me with orgasms.
“Whenever you think of me, you’ll think of climaxing. Then, whenever you mutter my name, in amusement or annoyance, that tight pussy of yours will get wet for me.”
She groaned, claws still biting into my ass but less insistent, more like she was clutching me.
I didn’t give a fuck that the world burned outside these doors. All that mattered wasus.
“Someone likes the idea of that.” My tone darkened as I shifted my hands until I was cupping her throat. My thumb burrowed into her pulse point, enjoying its flutter. “You’re not allowed to fuck anyone else,gattaredda.And I won’t be fucking anyone either. No one but you. Just that little cunt of yours that I can’t wait to see or this mouth that wants to bring me to my fucking knees. Agreed?”
Her head bobbed, taking my dick for a ride that had it stiffening, but now wasn’t the time.
I had her locked in.
That was what mattered here.
No fucker else would ever step anywhere near my angel.
If they did, then they were suicidal.
And I had no problem being the genie who gave them exactly what they wished for.
TWENTY-NINE
KITTY
I wasn’t the type of woman who let a man blow her brains out with sex.
I found that hookups lent more toward mediocre than earth shattering, so shoving the whole thing aside and getting on with my very busy life was no hardship.
But I had a feeling with Stan, it’d be different.
BecauseIwas different around him.
Still me, but…
Fuck.
Better.
Ballsy summed me up, but biting his chin like that? That had been Kitty XXX.
I had to figure it was because he handled me in a way that made me want him more.
