Tinakitten Hot Novels & Stories

I growl into her ear, "Watch while Luka teases those perfect little nipples beneath your shirt." Katrina lets out a low moan as Luka pinches both of her nipples with his thumbs. "Do you want to feel his skin against yours?" I whisper, making sure my hot, heavy breath fans her neck as I let my finger gently brush against her clit. "Yes." She begs, nodding frantically. "What do you think, Luka? Do you think our girl is ready for that yet?" I ask my partner in crime.

My kitten was gone,never to be the same. “Does it feel good hitting against your hungry, throbbing clit?” “Ahhhyesss!” She screamed,now bouncing on my cock wildly. I couldn't take it anymore and raised my waist,pistoning into her slippery hole,her pussy gripping tightly against my cock. “Take it all,you horny kitten.” I panted, pounding upwards into her. She held my shoulders for support. “Arghhhh,slooweeerr Ethhargghh!”

The whip swings again, hitting my ass. Dropping the whip, his hand slides around the front of me, his fingers pushing again my clit. The candle drips over my nipple. Moaning, I push my head back against him. “You can choose one thing. What one thing do you want, Kitten?” One thing that I want for sure… While anything is possible on that list, what is the one thing I definitely want? “Needle play, Sir.”

he replied deadpan. I squeaked. “My little kitten is a little mouse now,” Nathan chuckled and placed me down on the floor. “I like kitten better,” I revealed. He sat in the chair by the balcony doors that faced the bed. “Strip for me, kitten.” My eyes went wide. “You mean take my clothes off?” “No strip… tease me… release that inner sex kitten,” he purred. Then he turned on the song Pony by Ginuwine. I know he’s seen me naked before, but the thought of stripping for him was a bit intimidating. I started, though, because I knew I needed to own my sexuality, and I realized how much Nathan wants and loves me.

I walk over to her and grab her up, making her wrap her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. “You are so beautiful my fierce kitten.” I said to her before kissing her. She moans against my lips and I smell the arousal starting to come from her. I let go of her lips and trail down her jaw to her neck and over to my mark. I lightly kiss it a few times before sucking on it. Her arousal get’s stronger and has a sweeter scent to it. Pausing what I’m doing it dawns on me. Fuck. Her heat is going to hit soon. I let my lips leave her neck and I pull her back to look at her.

Her body jerked and shook up, with the moaning sound was let out nonstop. He satisfied to see such a sexy and seductive picture in front of him. He held the big cannon and pointed it at the pink channel which was so wet and slippery. "Ohh, I really like it when you're so hot like this. Oh, Wine, prepare yourself. I'll make you forget your name. Keep watching."

She reached down and lifted the edge of the duvet, pulling the heavy fabric away from her hips. Riven was there. He was positioned between her legs, his head buried deep in her heat. He didn't stop when she discovered him. He was focused, his tongue working with a relentless, sweeping motion across her clit. He was licking her pussy with a hunger that suggested he hadn't had enough of her in the last twelve hours.

This has to be a joke. The fabric flows down to the floor, with two giant splits exposing my legs clad in thigh-high net stockings. “You've wasted enough time in there.” Nile’s voice permeates through the door, “Come on out.” My cheeks are red. “I…I think there's something wrong with the dress..!” A delicious, low chuckle reaches my ears. “There's nothing wrong with it, Kitten. I know you look delectable in it. Come out before I drag you out myself.”

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.

Kade wore nothing but a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, and I could feel his hardness bumping against my core. I'd worn a white tennis skirt, and a black baseball jacket over it, open at the chest. Kade's fingers soon found the throbbing wetness between my legs, quickly closing over it. He froze and looked up at me. "Sweetheart, you're not wearing any panties." A sly smile creeped into my face. "Easier for you, huh?" Kade gave me a shaky smile, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my temple. Two of his fingers began to rub slowly against my clit, and the squelching sound that followed drove me crazy.