Cheryl moaned, and he began tugging in a slow, steady rhythm. With his free hand, he rubbed her folds until he was firmly circling her clit. She squealed, her hips pressing back onto his hands. It was clear he wasn’t the only one suffering for satisfaction. He imagined Cheryl waiting for him, a plug in herass and kitten ears in her hair, aching for his cock. Pre-come soaked into his briefs. God, he needed this.
He sped up his motions, and Cheryl lowered her mouth to the covers and screamed. The sound reminded him of hearing cats in heat back in Rockingham, roaming the streets, pleading with any and all males to get them pregnant. He imagined his KitKat padding around outside, calling for him. He imagined coming to her aid, burying himself inside her like an animal, breeding his baby into her the way they both wanted. He wished Cheryl wasn’t still taking birth control, and there was a chance he could knock her up right now. With the wedding so close, it wouldn’t matter. She’d still look beautiful in her dress...
Soon, he told himself, rubbing faster, tugging harder. Cheryl bucked against his hand, and he knew she was close. “You’re in heat, aren’t you, KitKat?”
She shook her head, still pressed face-down into the bed.
“You are. You’re in heat, and you need Daddy’s cock to make it all better, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, speaking for the first time. “Take me. Make me come on your dick.”
“Nope,” he said cheerfully. “You’ll be a good girl and come like this first.”
Cheryl yowled in outrage. She tried to sit up, but with his fingers around the plug, she couldn’t without the threat of pain. She hadn’t used their safeword, so she wasn’t hurt, but it was one hell of a bondage tool.
She thrashed against him, her tail whipping into his stomach, and then she seized, all her limbs locking into place. Patrick laughed as she came against his hands, screaming in indignation.
“That’s it, KitKat. Good little kitten.”
He let go of her tail and unbuckled his belt. The second she was free, Cheryl crawled up the bed and out of his grasp.
“KitKat,” he warned.
She looked at him over her shoulder, her glare making it clear she wasn’t done fighting.
Patrick pulled his belt from its loops and stepped out of his chinos. “Come here.”
She shook her head, her little bell jingling.
“Okay, we can play that way.” He moved around the mattress, cutting Cheryl off as she tried to crawl away. Then he lunged, lifting her bodily into his arms. Careful not to touch her tail, he turned, dropping himself back onto the bed and bringing her with him. Cheryl’s thighs split around his hips, and he held her in place, her wet pussy pressing hard against the bulge in his briefs. “That’s more like it, isn’t it, Kitty?”
She hissed, clawing angrily at his stomach, but it soon turned to giggles as he tickled her sides, making her squirm. He ground against her, watching as her eyes went glassy.
She lay flat along his body, pressing her face into his neck as they worked against each other.
“Good,” Patrick muttered. “That’s a good kitty.”
He stroked her lower back, revelling in the velvet of her skin, its contrast with the soft fur of her tail, until she nipped him with her teeth.
“Ow,” he said, tapping her nose. “Bad.”
Cheryl shifted back along his body, and before he could stop her, her face was against his briefs, rubbing his cock through the cotton.
“Fuck…” Patrick almost pulled her away, then decided he could handle a little more torture. “You want it, KitKat? You wanna taste me?”
She pressed her cheek harder to his cock and purred, then her ‘claws’ hooked into his waistband, making his bare shaft slap onto his abs. He grunted as she ran the tip of her tongue alonghis dick, then she looked right at him and let a drop of saliva pool and fall onto his cock.
“Shit…”
Her smile was pure evil as she bent her head and sucked him clean. Patrick gritted his teeth. Torture was one thing; this was fucking agony. He held his breath as Cheryl played with his cock. She did it differently from usual, lapping him all over without using her hands. Soon, he was panting hard, as close to being forced to orgasm as she had been.
“KitKat,” he said. “C’mere.”
A grin, and then her lips were around the head, her mouth diving deep. Patrick swore, gripping her hair and holding her tight as she buried him in her throat. His back lifted involuntarily, hips driving up.
“Mmm,” Cheryl moaned, the vibrations surging down his shaft and into his balls. He jolted, swearing again, but by some miracle, he managed to hold off. As Cheryl gagged and released him, he yanked her upward by her hair. “Enough. Sit on me.”
She allowed herself to be dragged onto his hips as he kicked his briefs down his legs.
