Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
"Perfect." She digs her nails even harder into my skin. “Now, freaking move.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I cover her soft lips with mine and devour her sweetness while my cock owns her goddamn sweet pussy.
I pick up speed, fucking her hard and deep with each thrust.
When I rub circles on her clit, she bites down on my bottom lip before pulling her mouth away to whimper my name.
While she comes hard, her tight inner walls constrict around my cock, and I lose my goddamn mind. Growling her name, I empty my balls deep in her sweet pussy, already naming our future children.
I’m so goddamn fucked. My little kitty owns me heart, cock, and soul, and I couldn’t be happier.
I wake up sometime in the middle of the night with a vague sense of contentment, the kind that comes from being wrapped around Kat, our breaths synchronized like we’ve practiced this dance in our dreams.
The room is bathed in that soft, quiet glow that comes somewhere between night and dawn. Everything feels perfectly still until I hear persistent scraping at the door and a distinct, demanding yowl.
Walter, the cat ruler of our little kingdom, evidently decided that being left out was an absolute no-go. His scratching has the type of determination that suggests he’s moments away from organizing a full-fledged feline protest.
When he starts singing the song of his people at an ear-piercing decibel, I slide out of bed, careful not to wake up Kat, and pad over to the door. I crack it open, half-smiling at Walter’s expression of disgusted feline rage. He trots in like he owns the place. After leaping onto the bed with feline finesse, he snuggles next to Kat.
Having accomplished his nightly mission, Walter gives a contented sigh, curling into a comfortable ball. I can’t help but chuckle, watching the tableau shift as Kat unconsciously pulls an arm around Walter, ensuring he’s glued to her side, completing the picture of perfect domestic bliss.
I crawl back into bed, sandwiching myself next to Kat and Walter, and close my eyes, letting sleep overtake me again. I’ve never felt a sense of contentment quite like this in my life. Now that I’ve experienced it, I know I’ll never be able to live without it.
I blink awake the next morning to sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting playful patterns across the sheets. Kat is still nestled comfortably against me, her warmth radiating and her face peaceful and slightly nuzzled into my shoulder. Walter remains firmly planted between us, snoring softly.
It’s the kind of scene you might find in a painting: serene, cozy, and filled with soft happiness. For a moment, I just lie there, taking it all in, committing every detail to memory. I’d happily play the role of the group’s perpetual early riser if it meant waking up to this every morning.
Eventually, I shift slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to Kat’s forehead. “Good morning,” I whisper, nudging her lightly with my nose. “Sleepyhead.”
“Morning…” she murmurs, eyes still closed with a lazy smile slowly spreading across her lips. When she finally does open her eyes, they light up with recognition and warmth, cutting through the sleep fog instantly. “Morning comes too early.”
Before we can move, Walter lets out a dramatic yawn, stretching his paws luxuriously, as if to remind us he’s there and still requires his morning quota of attention.
“Well,” I say with a smirk, “seems like we’re all up now.”
“Walter.” Kat giggles, giving him a little scratch behind the ears. “I hope you’re happy with your midnight invasion.”
The spoiled feline purrs in response, clearly satisfied with his life choices, and I chuckle as I slip out of bed, a playful idea forming in my mind.
“Alright,” I announce, “time to start the day. But first, we shower.”
Before she can protest, I scoop Kat up into my arms, reveling in her surprised but delighted squeal. Walter watches us, clearly amused by the human antics before flouncing off, likely to reign over his territory.
“What are you doing?” Kat laughs, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck as I carry her effortlessly into the bathroom. Her cozy little bathroom is adorned with the charming clutter of self-care products and whimsical decorations.
As I set her down, I take a second to appreciate the quirky shower curtain decorated in cartoon cats.
She turns on the shower, the steam beginning to curl up toward the ceiling, filling the space with a misty warmth, and steps into the small enclosure. I step in after her, letting the hot water cascade over us.
“You know,” she says, her voice playful amidst the splashes, “I’m beginning to think you invented some clever excuse just to get me into the shower.”
“Guilty as charged,” I reply, grinning, pulling her close so that her back is against my chest, holding her as though she’s the linchpin to my world. Which she honestly is.