Page 49 of The Mob Boss' Pet

It’s soft, but it echoes in my mind.

“You like this?” I ask, flicking her clit with the tip of my pinky.

“Meeeooow.” She keeps her head down, her hair curtains some of the sound, but I can hear it. Fuck, I can feel it in my bones.

“Such a good kitty.” I pump my fingers harder, watching as her body writhes beneath the pleasure I grant her. Pressing her chest to the floor, she sticks her ass up at me.

“Hmm, very nice,” I say, removing my fingers from her pussy. “Clean me, kitty.” I shove my fingers past her lips before I’m even done with my command. And like the perfect pet I know she can be, she licks all the juice from my fingers.

There’s a soft knock on the door, and she freezes.

“It’s okay, kitty, just stay here.” I pull my hand from her mouth and pat her head between the ears.

The towel becomes untucked as I get to my feet and it falls to the floor. I leave it there and make my way across the room. When I open the door, the tray I requested is on the floor. The pink ceramic bowl and a small carton of milk.

I kick the door closed when I’m back inside with the tray and place it on the dresser. Her heated gaze warms my body while I open the milk and pour it into the bowl. Black paw prints decorate the sides of the bowl, except for where her name is printed.

Once the bowl is half filled, I bring it with me to a chair near the bed and place it on the floor. I sit down and plant my feet on either side of the bowl.

“Come here, kitty.” I snap my fingers and point to the bowl.

Her bottom lip is tucked so tightly between her teeth, she may actually break skin.

I snap again.

“Don’t make me call you twice,” I warn her. “Good kitties obey the first time.”

Slowly, she makes her first move. My cock aches at the sight. The bells jingle sweetly from her nipples as she crawls across the carpet to me. My imagination pales in comparison to the reality before me.

Her gaze lifts hesitantly to mine when she reaches me. I look pointedly at the bowl. It’s the only instruction I’ll give. She’s a smart woman, she knows what I expect.

With a little sigh, she tucks her hair behind her ears and lowers herself down to the bowl. Her pink tongue darts out and laps up a sip of milk.

Fuck me. I’m not going to last until my cock gets inside her.

“Such a good kitty,” I whisper, reaching down to stroke her hair. She wiggles her ass in the air and continues to lap up the milk.

There’s another sound now. She’s fucking purring for me.

I fist my hand in her hair and yank her up.

“I have something else for kitty.” I wrap my free hand around my cock and hold it out to her.

Her smile grows into a beaming grin and she shuffles forward. Lifting up to her knees, she carefully avoids spilling the milk and reaches for my cock.

“No, no.” I tap her nose. “Kitties don’t grab,” I chastise, but I can’t seem to get my voice to firm up with her looking at me with such hunger.

“Meeeow?” She rolls her eyes with the sound, making it all the better. It’s a cross between sass and adorability that makes my cock pulse.

Tightening my fist in her hair, I drag her forward onto my cock. “Open,” I order her and her lips part while her hands press down on my thighs.

This won’t be gentle. I can’t give her that, not after she’s made me so fucking hard, I’m going to explode just from her tongue grazing my head.

“Fuck,” I groan, and push her further down my cock. “Take it, Stephania,” I demand. She starts coughing, spitting, but I don’t relent. Only when her nails dig into my thighs do I ease up enough to let her breathe.

“Again,” I say and push her back down on my cock.

She’s ready this time and takes my cock down her throat easily. Her muscles contract around my dick as she swallows, driving me that much closer to the brink. Fuck, she’s good at this. Too fucking good.

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