Naughty Kitten Novels & Stories

I guess for girls, for me the little fucker is clawing awa like I’m sandpaper. She grabs her mobile and takes the picture before I put the little fella back on the bed. “You need to give him a name, darlin’.” “I will. Maybe we can choose one together.” “Okay. Cake first. You want some water?” “Sure, thanks baby.” The kitten jumps off the bed and comes back to me and plays around my feet. “Looks like he likes you, Brannigan. Got yourself a kitten baby now.” She chuckles.

The kitten suddenly stood up and swatted the puppy, who promptly settled down, drawing laughter from everyone. "Your kitten is quite the boss!" Theodore remarked to Lucy, then continued playing with Lila. Lila stared at the unfamiliar face, her eyes filled with confusion. She looked back at Lucy and Maria. Finding everything strange, she suddenly began to cry loudly. Panicking, Theodore quickly handed the child back to Lucy, finding it much easier to hold the obedient golden retriever instead. The puppy enjoyed being in his arms, happily sticking out its pink tongue. Seeing the child cry, the kitten also got up. It cautiously approached Lucy and rubbed its face against Lila's, calming her do

The simple idea that Shelley, wedged between her brother and Kit, could play into his hands, does not even occur to Tom. Luckily, the small stage gets animated and the conversation can be rounded off. The music is muted. A short girl, dressed in wide trousers, bright sneakers and a short poisonous yellow top, is about to dance. Blond hair is raised with a buff. Catchy makeup in the style of the 90s, large rings of earrings. This is so unlike Kitty that Tom doesn't immediately recognize her. “Tomcat…” she purrs into the microphone, looking for him in the audience, holding out her palm in an alluring, demanding gesture. Pouring a drink glass onto the bar, maybe a little too hard, he walks towa

extremely angry. "Tricky." Clause woke up, rubbing his eyes with his small hands. He didn't expect himself to be so tired that he fell asleep, his eyes were also puffy! "A small cat!?" It tilted its head to look at the kitten, only the size of a hand, licking its fur. Little Clause curiously stretched out his hand to caress a cat, then raised his claws and scratched it on his arm. "Pain! The eyelashes are not cute." The kitten opened its eyes wide and innocently looked at it as if the person who had just acted was not me. After looking at it, the kitten ran over and grabbed the tail and wrapped it around Little Clause's feet to please.

Then I finally hear it, her breathing. Kitten is close. Let’s go get her buddy. Using my werewolf speed, I catch up to her, finding her trying—and mostly failing—to climb a tree. “Oh, little kitten. You’ve been caught.” I growl out. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her to the ground. “Asshole! That hurt! I asked for orgasms, not a wrestling match.” She growls out. Kitten has claws. “You sound like an angry little kitten.” I chuckle.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

From my arms, he looked at the basket. “A kitty?” He said, snuffling. I opened the lid of the basket, and there was an infant kitten. Its eyes hadn’t opened. It meant it was under seven days. “It’s a kitten!” Yule shouted in excitement. Celeste came closer to have a look, too. “It is white as snow and so cute.” She cleared her throat and managed her voice that had become less stiff. “I mean, it is beautiful…” Then she looked up at me, “… just like you.”

Abby. “Is she yours?” “No.” Claire? Claire shook her head. Maeve? “No.” Martha entered carrying a basket. Mason didn’t even bother asking. She smiled. “No.” ⸻ Rowan spread his hands. “Then she’s currently unaffiliated.” Mason stared. “She is a cat, not an independent territory.” ⸻ The kitten chirped. “Mrrrp.” Rowan pointed triumphantly. “Cricket.” Mason closed his eyes.

He licked it, growled against my skin. "My little rent slut," he said, thrusting harder now—faster, deeper, the couch creaking under the force. "Daddy’s property now. This pussy belongs to me." The words made my clit throb. I hated how my hips lifted to meet his thrusts, how my pussy gushed around him with every degrading name. His hand left my throat briefly—air rushing in sweet and cool—and slid down between us. His fingers found my clit—rough, calloused pads rubbing hard, no gentleness. The pressure was too much—circles that ground down, making sparks shoot up my spine.

My fingers found my pussy, hot and slick and ready. “Oh dear big daddy, you shouldn’t be sticking your dick anywhere else but inside me” I professed as though he was right in front of me. I didn't think twice before sinking my naughty fingers inside my slippery pussy, arching up to meet with the feverish sensation coursing through me. “Fuck me, step daddy! Just once, please, make me yours”. I shivered in the dark as I touched and cruised through my delicates. Teasing and twirling my sensitive nipples with my free hand.