Chapter One
Here Kitty
“I want you, Rico. I want all of you.” Katia moa ned as she fought the desire to come right then.
Rico grinned then answered her by trailing h is tongue from her ear down the column of her neck until he reached her full breasts. He squeezed one tit while rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as he suckled on her other one. Holding the nipple between his teeth, he flicked his tongue back and forth, and then sucked her flesh deep. Katia purred and arched her back like a graceful cat, inciting Rico to give her more—to take more from her.
Sliding on top of her, Rico spread Katia’s legs wi th one of his knees and settled between them. He moved his hands over her body and slipped them beneath her ass.
He raised her hips, as he slid his tongue down her bo dy. The scent from her hairless pussy curled through his nostrils and he felt his balls tingle and tighten.
He slid his tongue over her soft mound and dow n her slit until he reached her cunt. The flavor of her pussy on his tongue mingled with the scent of her body and every muscle in Rico’s body contracted. With his back arched, his fangs slowly descended as his claws slid out and sank into the soft flesh of Katia’s ass. Keeping his wits about him wasn’t easy when he was this aroused, and he didn’t want to hurt her— not yet.
Rico forced himself to take a deep, calming bre ath and retracted his claws and fangs. He watched Katia the entire time, the way her back arched, the expressions on her face. He could tell she was completely lost in him and even though her features acknowledged the pain his claws had caused, he could see she liked the sensation.
Smiling slightly, he dipped his head once more and flicked his tongue over her clit. Again and again, he tortured her clit with his tongue until she was writhing beneath him, fisting the bedcovers in both hands and moaning so loudly he couldn’t hear the stereo. And just when she was about to climax, he stopped to tongue-fuck her cunt.
Katia thought she would climb out of her skin if he di dn’t make her come. Every nerve in her body was alive and tingling as she edged on release. Her hands cramped from squeezing the comforter so tightly, and she moved her ass faster and faster, trying to maneuver her clit back to his mouth. She wanted him. She wanted to come. She wanted everything this man had to offer and he was torturing her.
“Fuck me. Make me come. Please!” Katia begged as she writhed beneath him.
Rico smiled and flicked his tongue over her clit, once again bringing her to the point of climax. But just as she tensed and he could feel her orgasm simmering just beneath the salty taste of her skin, he pulled back and she groaned pitifully.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered as he began kissing her inner thigh.
“What do you want, Katia?
“You. Damn it, just make me come!”
Rico chuckled. “Tell me how to make you come. What do you want from me?”
“You. It. All.” Katia whimpered and thrust her fingers between the folds of flesh and began massaging her clit.
Rico chuckled again, grasped her fingers between his teeth and sucked them into his mouth.
“Just fuck me!” she demanded. “Fuck me and make me come!”
Rico released her fingers, came up on his hands and knees and crawled up the bed until he covered her. He nipped at her nipples as his cock bounced against her stomach and she tried to maneuver her hips to sheath him inside of her.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered against her ear as he positioned the head of his dick against her pussy.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Katia said, raising her hips to take him deeper.
Rico moved the head of his cock inside of her then pulled out so slowly. As
Katia’s fingers sank into the flesh of his shoulders, her hips rocked forward. Rico moved his hips, his cock sliding back inside of her, and then pulled out again.
“No. Please. Just fuck me,” Katia cried.
“Like this?” he
1796-1874 Agnes Strickland, 1794-1875 Elizabeth Strickland, Rosalie Kaufman