Daddy's Kitten のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The clock on the nightstand glowed a soft 4:00 AM as Vincent stirred awake in the dim hush of their bedroom. His body felt the warm weight of Katherine curled against him, her head nestled on his chest, one leg draped possessively over his thigh. She slept deeply, her breaths soft and even, lips parted in innocent repose.  Last night, she'd beamed up at him, eyes sparkling as she blabbered endlessly about their two-week escape. Plans tumbled from her mouth in a rush about lazy beach walks where he'd pull her into hidden coves for quick, rough fucks, candlelit dinners leading to her on her knees, sucking him off under the table or nights where he'd tie her wrists and tease her dripping pussy until she begged.  Her excitement had kept her awake far too late, her body pressed close, fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin as

Katherine straddled Vincent's thighs, her slick pussy lips brushing against the rigid length of his cock, sending a shiver through her core. Her hands splayed across his bare chest, fingers tracing the hard ridges of his muscles, nails scraping lightly over his nipples as she savored the heat radiating from his skin.  Vincent's shirt hung open, forgotten, his dark eyes locked on hers with that predatory gleam that always made her pulse race. He gripped her waist firmly, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her hips and in one fluid motion, he surged upward, lifting her with him as he stood beside the bed. She gasped, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardening further from the friction.  "Daddy... Ahh… Wait… you're so strong," she whispered,

Vincent lounged against the plush headboard, his fingers scrolling idly through his phone, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his sharp features. Beside him, Katherine lay on her stomach, the silk duvet draped loosely over her hips, her robe had slipped off one creamy shoulder to reveal the elegant curve of her collarbone and the faint red marks from his earlier bites. She reached for his free hand, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his palm, doodling everything random.  "You know, Vincent, I was thinking about the clouds outside, they look like fluffy cotton candy, don't they?" she murmured innocently, her voice light and bubbly, eyes sparkling with childlike wonder. "And oh, remember that time I saw a bird that looked just like a tiny airplane? What if birds could fly this high? They'd probably wave at us through the window."  

Katherine and Vincent lay entwined in each other's arms, their sweat-dampened bodies pressed close. The hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop as they drifted into a light sleep, exhaustion from their marathon of passion finally claiming them. After what felt like an eternity of peaceful repose, Vincent stirred first, his hand tracing lazy circles on the curve of her hip, pulling her even tighter against his chest.  Katherine sighed contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of their shared arousal that still clung to his skin. “Mmm, that was incredible," she murmured softly, her voice husky from all the cries she'd let out earlier. Vincent chuckled low in his throat, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there as if savoring the moment. “You were perfect,

The golden hues of late afternoon had deepened into the soft purples and oranges of early evening by the time Vincent stirred in the king-sized bed of their North Island villa. The distant murmur of waves provided a rhythmic underscore to their slumber. He had slept deeply, his body entwined with Katherine's, but now awareness crept in, pulling him from the depths of rest.  She was still curled against him like a contented child, her head nestled in the crook of his arm, one leg draped possessively over his thigh. Her light brown hair spilled across his chest, tickling his skin with each soft breath she took. The oversized shirt of his that she wore had ridden up during their sleep. Vincent smiled to himself, the expression tender as he watched her sleep. The toll of their long flight and the fervent, exhausting passions they'd