Page 36 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

He gave a small moan and burrowed more deeply into me, so I gave up, turned over on my side on the wide couch, taking him with me, so that I was spooning him as we fell back asleep.

I woke up to someone kissing me and pulling at my clothes.

“What are you doing, Kitten?” He pointed to his mouth, and I grinned. “Okay, you’re off speech restriction. Say what you want.”

“I want to make up. Please. I was mad at you last night, but it’s Christmas and I want you to know I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so grouchy. Are you still mad at me?”

“No, baby, I wasn’t mad to start with. Not at you. Just your behavior. I know you were just tired and maybe a little upset about Jazz’s wedding.”

“I want you to make love to me. Please.”

How could I resist him?

I stripped off my clothes in record time—especially when I noticed he was already naked. Despite how turned on I was, I had to stop and slip on a condom that I had in my pants pocket. Then I turned back to take care of him.

He was flushed and out of breath by this time, just from watching me strip. I got back on the sofa, nudging his legs apart,and I reminded him to relax as I looked down at him. I stroked a finger over his entrance, and he hissed in a breath.

“Are you okay?”

“That’s…I love that, but…oh god, I think I might come too soon if you keep…”

I flipped him over on his stomach and bent over him to swipe my tongue in a long, slow stroke from his balls to his pretty hole, delivering a shock of pleasure so intense that he bucked up and arched his back, shouting out my name. I soothed him and held him in place.

“Easy now. I’m not going to be through with you for a while, so you might as well relax, or you’ll wear yourself out.”

He laughed softly, then his breath caught as I slipped a lube-slick finger inside and worked it up to press against the spot I knew would have him flushed and begging soon. I twisted my fingers and massaged him again and again until he was gripping the sofa cushions and squirming uncontrollably.

“Wait…please! I’m gonna…”

“No, you’re not,” I said, “You’ll wait until I think you’re ready. I’m not going to hurt you, Kitten, and I get the impression you haven’t had a lot of anal sex.”

“No, not much. Mostly I give guys blow jobs. Everybody always seems to be in a hurry and doesn’t like to take the time to get me ready.”

I saved my opinion of those guys who had been in such a hurry with him. He was so beautiful it was hard to believe no one took the extra time with him. He deserved to be cherished like the gift he truly was.

When I was sure he was ready, I slipped all the way inside him, easing my way in, stretching him wide as he cried out in pleasure. My cock nudged his prostate again and he rocked back into me, crying out that he needed more, harder. He was desperate for it, he said.

I leaned over him and murmured in his ear, saying things I probably shouldn’t have, but he was too far gone to understand. He pushed back against me as I pushed in, ignoring what he thought he wanted. This was new to him, and I knew what he could take and what he couldn’t. We set up a strong rhythm that soon drove us both insane. He was moaning and crying a little at how good it was, when I reached under him and found his hard cock. It jumped eagerly into my palm. I pulled him back as I rose to my knees so that he was on my lap, impaled on my cock, while I stroked him with a strong, sure hand.

I felt my orgasm rushing toward me, and I knew it was going to be good, but I was still unprepared for the jolt of pure pleasure that hit, an explosion of feeling that shot from my spine to my balls and back up again.

He threw back his head and screamed, filling my hand with his hot release. I came hard inside him, and when it was over, we fell back down, my cock still inside him, and we lay like that for a few minutes, while we both caught our breath. I could feel the thump of his heart against my chest.

“We should get up and go to bed, sweetheart,” I said softly in his ear.

“Can we just lie here for a while longer?”

“I don’t see why not. We can stay here all day, as far as I’m concerned,” I said, and I snuggled him closer, throwing my leg over him. He made a soft sound of contentment that sounded suspiciously like the purr of a kitten.

Chapter Eight

The next day, I felt more rested after falling into a deep sleep in my own comfortable bed with Kitt safely beside me, but I was still unsettled and uneasy. I was feeling more protective of Kitt than ever before. I needed more information to figure out what was going on and why his brother had said their father had left Kitt out of the will, when it was a lie.

I began to wonder about the guys who attacked us in Arkansas—had they really been associates of the gang from Atlanta who had threatened to come after Kitt? Or had it been someone else sent after him?

Whoever they were, they had been ready and willing to take us both out. I had no doubt that they had come to Arkansas with that specifically in mind, and we had both been on their hit list. I needed to find out if the police had determined who they really were. After what Walter told me about Jazz Devlin, I felt that obviously, I’d been mistaken—or deliberately misled—about what was going on all along, and that made me feel like I was played for a fool. I didn’t like that worth a damn. Once Kitt was up and showered, we went out for breakfast. Neither of us had much to say, but Kitt kept touching my hand and nudging my shoe and using any excuse to touch me, reassuring himself, I guess.

After Kitt ate some scrambled eggs and toast and I had some fruit—which was about all I could stomach that morning, Kitt sat back in his chair and stared across the table at me. “Aren’t we going to talk about my brother?”

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