Cat Noir Hot Novels & Stories

I thought I will forever be alone in this life. [Not anymore. Now that I found you.] "PURRRRRRR" the white cat purred shyly, if it just possible for a cat to blush, then she might be red from head to toe now. "MAAAAAAWWWRRRRRR" Nero opened his mouth and produced a roaring sound. Something common for the feline family to do when they were trying to express their deep emotion. MAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR" the white cat roared back loud enough to match Nero's call. This was the same sound the alarmed Niccoli and forced him to search for his cat.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

“Yes, why else would you carry canvases and paints with you to a hotel?” Before I could answer, a tall woman with blue eyes, an hourglass figure, and a waterfall of blonde hair sauntered over. Dressed in micro black shorts that barely covered half her ass and a tiny red top hugging her large breasts, her outfit was completed by over-the-knee leather boots with towering heels. “Sorry I’m late. I’m Wild Cat,” she purred. “Oh… I wasn’t told you’d be with your partner. But for a few thousand extra, I can take care of her too.”

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

Gentler than they needed to be. The hum of the dryer shut off. Silence. His fingers smoothed the last damp strands back from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear. She didn't open her eyes. She just tilted her head and pressed her warm, dry hair into the curve of his neck, nuzzling into his collar. "You're doing that on purpose," he said. "Mm." She rubbed her hair against his jawline. "Your fault. You made it smell good." "You're more trouble than a cat, kitten." he said. His voice was dry, but his hand came up to cup the back of her head, holding her there for just a moment longer. "A cat would at least clean itself."

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate. I was starving. It had been almost twenty four hours since I had last eaten. I had been running on fumes and adrenaline since then. Suddenly, A knock sounded at the door. I closed the book and placed it on the couch as I stood up to go see who it was. I was surprised to see Cain standing outside my door holding a large plate of steaming food, a fork and a bottle of water tucked under his arm. "I figured you hadn't eaten," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

I started thrusting in and out of my kitten's wet pussy as she moaned. My hands on her waist, pulling her back and forth to my dick, slide up and locate both breasts with hard nipples. I cupped them in my hands and used them to bring my kitten's body closer to me while pounding her pussy from behind. She moaned in a crying voice, and I had to ask if I was thrusting in too hard. "Am I too hard, my kitten?" I asked, panting and still thrusting inside her warm body. "No...I..love..this," she managed to respond in between her moans.

The cat comes out purring rubbing herself against Ghost's long legs. "She's a Norwegian forest cat. White ones are rare. They're usually tri-colored or dark gray," Leelie tries to sell him on it. "Made a dent in your pocket," "You better keep the hair under control," he points at me. He steps back and is about to walk out when the cat meows loudly. He looks back at her. The cat goes over to him rubbing herself on Jayk's legs. Jayk crouches down to pet her and I swear she falls in love with him in that instant because she rolls over pawing at him. He smiles rubbing her belly.