Kitten Reading Novels & Stories

him his eyes were filled with lust and appreciation,his mouth agape and his eyes half hooded. His hand brushing my hair, and I could barely look at him. The intensity in his eyes were breathtaking, his groans of approval were like the most beautiful music. I have never felt so empowered knowing I had this effect on him. So I turned down and took his hard shaft into my mouth as far as I could. And started with a easy slow rythm as he slightly cursed from pure bliss. My mouth couldn't take him in all the way. So I had to use my hand in the same pace. His curses became more urgent and his groans started to sound like pleading as I grabbed him to pull him closer. I could feel him starting to sh

What the hell was I doing? I crouched beside Spitfire’s makeshift nest of towels and watched the kittens squirm and nuzzle against her. Their eyes were open now, but they were still tiny. Still fragile. One had tried crawling toward my shoe this morning and immediately toppled into a tumble of baby fat and fluff. I scooped him up gently, set him back in the pile, and watched him yawn like he’d just completed a marathon. I needed to focus.

“Who else?” She blushes then, looking down at the shadows in her lap, and his heart breaks clear in half. “All right,” she says slowly, after a minute, reaching out a finger to tap one kitten on the nose. “This one is Tempest, Storm of Dawn,” she murmurs, making Jesse’s face break into a wide grin. “And this one,” she says, moving her finger over to the next kitten, who sits up straight and looks eagerly up into her eyes, “is Mittens!”

she yells and comes toward me, all ready, her tail was hidden under her skirt, and her earls were hidden with a hair band, making her ears look like they were fake and slipped on. "Say bye-bye," I tell her ready to leave the house with her, a car was waiting for us, one of the pack mates is taking us to the school along with the rest of the pack members who were ready for school, it's only four in total, and kitten is only coming for the day. "Ready?" I ask her, holding her hand walking toward the school, toward our first class of the day.

“Vincenzo!!!” She gasped, placing the tray down. “Are you serious? Why are you working? How careless!” I didn’t look up and said. “I am just reading, not shifting boulders.” “But!” She crossed her arms, lips twisted in frustration. “This is tiring work. You need rest.” “Oh, come on, Kitten. I am bored.” I drawled, finally raising my eyes. “Reading financial reports is my version of entertainment now.” Her eyes narrowed as she huffed.

Flora lounged on the couch, her eyes following Whiskerton's playful antics. The little ginger kitten was leaping at dust motes, swatting them with his tiny paws, his tail flicking with intense concentration. The kitten's boundless energy and childlike wonder were infectious. An urge to spoil this little ball of fluff welled up within her. Flora chuckled softly, entertained by his simple joy. It was a welcome distraction from the monotony of her recovery period.

“Kitten... why were you hiding in the closet?” Her breaths were deep and rhythmic against my cheek. “Sorry... I was... playing...” She mumbled quietly. “I know I wasn't... supposed to...” Somewhere in my mind I could feel the pack link start to calm, the worried voices started to quiet down, and even Mother Nature herself started to quell. Soon the harsh booms and massive flashes ended, leaving only the comforting sounds of rain on the roof overhead. An intense feeling of peace enveloped me, and I yawned deeply. “Kitten, come on, you need to get to bed now….” Her quiet snores were all that answered me. “Kitten…” I frowned as I started to move, causing her cute face to crinkle slightly.

Frowning, Rig reached slowly over the crate to offer his fingers to the little thing, whose nose wrinkled when it scented him, but then it meowed and rubbed on his fingers. “He likes you!” I said, surprised by how touched I was to see him being so careful with such a little thing. “Really?” Rig sounded truly confused. “Pick him up!” I said, leaning over his shoulder. “See if he’ll let you hold him.” Rig blew out a breath, but then opened his hand—which was bigger than the kitten—and slipped his middle fingers around its ribs. The kitten mewled as he began to lift it, its little paws splayed wide as if it wasn’t sure, but then, in what was perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen, Rig stood

“And those green eyes of yours' are giving me some tingling down there,” she said while pointing at her lower. He automatically looked down towards her lower. He smirked as he saw her condition .... he raised his gaze meeting again with her's He tranced his fingers on her cheeks as he questioned .... "What's your name?" She just loved the way his fingers touched her and she added ... "Cat!" He chuckled and added ..."you are a cat!" Kate nodded in her dizzy condition .... his thumb went down caressing her lip as he added "well right now a hungry kitten

He still did not wear any audio equipment, so Larissa could not even pretend that she could not hear Ruby's voice, which came through clearly through the phone's speakers. "Kevan! The kitty's here!" Ruby was hugging a Ragdoll kitten that was about the size of Muffin, and she lifted one of its paws to greet Kevan. Kevan smiled and asked her, "Do you like it?" "Um …" Ruby was a little hesitant. Kevan's smile faded a bit. "What's wrong? You don't like it?" "I do, but …" Ruby paused. "I feel that this kitty isn't as cute as yours, you know? Besides, it also looks dumb and slow …"