All Chapters of His Kitten : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Katherine's lips curved into a sultry smile as she slid down Vincent's body, her breath hot against his skin as she kissed a path from his abs to the base of his cock. It stood rigid and proud, thick veins pulsing along its length, the head flushed deep red and slick with pre-cum from their earlier frenzy.  She settled between his parted thighs, her full breasts brushing his inner legs as she lowered her head, inhaling his musky scent that made her mouth water. First, she nuzzled her nose against his heavy balls, inhaling his musky scent that made her pussy clench with fresh need. Her tongue darted out, licking the sensitive sac slowly, tasting the salt of his sweat.  Vincent's breath hitched, his hands fisting the sheets as she opened her mouth wider, sucking one ball gently into the warm cavern, rolling it with her tongue

The afterglow of their savage coupling lingered in the air like a haze of spent passion, Vincent's body still humming with satisfaction as he pulled out of Katherine's quivering pussy with a wet, obscene pop. He had fucked Katherine like the eager little kitten she was, pounding into her with relentless force until she shattered beneath him, her body quivering in exhausted surrender. She lay there beneath him, utterly spent, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, limbs limp and heavy from the relentless pounding he'd given her. Every muscle ached deliciously, a reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed her, his cock stretching her pussy to its limits before flooding her with his hot cum. “Fuck! kitten,” he murmured, his voice a gravelly rasp, “you took that like a champ. Daddy's little slut, all filled up with my cum.

Vincent leaned back against the edge of the king-sized bed in his opulent bedroom, the crystal glass of deep red wine cool against his palm as he raised it to his lips. But his gaze was fixed solely on Katherine, his kitten, as she moved gracefully around the space, arranging her belongings into the drawers of the antique dresser he'd cleared out just for her.  Days had passed since Sophia's departure and now, with the house fully theirs, Vincent felt the weight of possession settle over him like a velvet cloak. Katherine was his, her body, mind and that sweet, submissive soul that made his cock twitch with every glance. She was beyond beautiful, she was a vision crafted for sin. Her blue eyes, hooded and smoldering behind the faint mask of exhaustion from the day's emotions, locked onto his with an intensity that stirred the pr

Katherine's full lips parted eagerly as Vincent pressed the swollen head of his cock against them, the salty tang of his precum already teasing her tongue. With a low, commanding growl, he slid past her lips, his thick, long shaft stretching her mouth wide as it inched deeper, filling her with its unyielding girth. She moaned around him, the vibration humming through his length, her blue eyes fluttering up to meet his intense gaze. "Oh, fuck yes," Vincent cursed, his head thrown back in ecstasy.  His large hands gripped her light brown hair tighter, fingers twisting into the strands to hold her head steady, guiding her to take more of him. He thrust forward experimentally, trying to sheath every throbbing inch inside her warm, wet mouth, but she gagged softly, her throat convulsing around the intrusion. 

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the rumpled silk sheets. Katherine stirred awake, her body still humming with the echoes of last night's fervent lovemaking.  For the first time, she and Vincent had shared not just a bed, but the entire night wrapped in each other's arms, their breaths syncing in the quiet hours after passion had given way to peaceful slumber. She turned her head, her blue eyes softening at the sight of him beside her, Vincent, her fierce, tender lover, still lost in sleep.  His broad chest rose and fell steadily, the defined ridges of his muscles etched in the soft light, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down to where the sheet draped low on his hips.