Page 73 of Vicious Kitten

“Get over here, Fetish Boy.” Ty snaps, and a moment later, the excited hazel eyes of my playful Hastinator come into view.

“My name is Barbarian,” Simon mutters, and Ty chuckles.

“Nope. You’re Fetish Boy. You can watch from here.” Ty instructs, and Simon doesn’t argue, his eyes roaming over my pink, parted flesh.

“You’re fucking perfect, Cherry.”

“Dude. It’s Kitten.” Shaun reminds Simon, who just shakes his head.

“Nope. She will always be Cherry to me.”

I grin. I’m going to somehow learn how to bake cherry pies and then make a heap every week so me and Simon can get all messy and fuck in them.

Once Ty stops throwing orders around, he falls to his knees before shooting me a devilish grin. It’s all sorts of sinful, igniting flames under my skin before he runs his tongue up between my parted folds. I gasp, the heat of his tongue a welcome sensation, and my body jerks against the hold Marcus, Garrett and Shaun have on me. I watch Ty as he settles in between my legs, his unusually brown eyes darting up to my face, taking in my reactions. His tongue circles my clit, and then brushes over it in a gentle torture that has me moaning for more.

Movement behind Ty gains my attention, and I see Simon’s hand wrapped around his pretty cock, sliding up and down as he watches Ty eat me.

“Bring that dick over here, Barbarian.” I rasp, and Simon’s eyes dart up to meet mine. He looks a little confused, so I gesture my head towards my outstretched right foot and wiggle it in Shaun’s hold, tempting Simon to come closer.

Licking his lips, Simon doesn’t keep me waiting, rushing forward to pull my red heel free before Ty sinks three gloriously thick fingers into my heat while sucking on my clit. I moan and wiggle my toes until they meet the hot silken flesh of Simon’s hard cock.

“Yes.” I pant, both to Ty and Simon, and Ty picks up his pace, his fingers buried deep, working me from the inside while his lips and tongue play me like the strings of a guitar on the outside.

Simon presses his hard length against the bottom of my foot, and I curl my toes, trying to grip him.

“Wrap your hands around your cock and my foot,” I pant to Simon, watching as he follows my order. “Now fuck it until you paint my toes with your cream.”

Simon moans at my filthy mouth and does exactly what I ask of him, his eyes flitting between my foot and my restrained body. It’s a different sensation to feel the skin of his cock piston against the sole of my foot as it works with his hands.

“I never thought I’d be into feet, but right now, my dick wishes it was doing that.” Marcus rasps against my ear, and warmth fills my chest at the satisfaction of knowing he likes watching it.

“You think this is good?” Simon pants. “You should feel your foot sliding into her heat.”

Moans fill the room as the guys take in Sy’s words, probably conjuring their own visual of fucking me with their feet right now. Simon’s words increase my wanton desire tenfold. I start to struggle against the restraint of Marcus’ hold of my arms and Shaun and Garrett’s hold of my legs. Kitty is starved, and my hips try to thrust harder against Ty’s face, ready to swallow him whole.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. Fuck your Daddy good.” Garrett’s deep baritone has the intended effect, causing my hips to surge harder against Ty’s face. Meanwhile, Ty growls at Garrett calling him Daddy, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t completely consumed with the need to reach my high.

“Your come face is on, Kitten. Are you about to give Daddy your juice?” Shaun taunts Tyler this time, and all I can do is nod as I feel the pleasured pain crinkle my face as my mouth drops open, and I lose myself to the sensations.

“I’m gonna blow, Cherry!” Simon yells, and my eyes fly open in time to see white rivers of cum shoot from his dick and ooze between my toes.

I explode. The scream that tears from me is animalistic, and my O is so intense that I feel like I might pass out. But then I realise Tyler isn’t stopping, his eyes boring into mine, determination swimming in them as he keeps going.

“She’s done, man.” Marcus hisses, and Tyler pries his mouth from my clit, but his fingers continue to work me from the inside as I moan and writhe.

“One more Kitten. That’s all I’m asking for, is one more. Trust that I will stop once I’ve milked that from you.” Then his lips clamp onto my clit again.

I cry out as intense pleasure builds and builds, and I feel like I’m going to lose all control of my body.

“One more Kitten.” Shaun nips at my ear while Marcus moves behind me.

I’m not sure what he’s doing. I’m too focused on the deep blue gaze staring up at me from between my legs, but then I feel a hand on my nipple, and I look down, knowing those fingers belong to Marcus.

This time, when my climax hits, I do lose control of any restraint I had, and just like at the Feast on the night I was tortured through pleasure, my greedy little Kitty starts to spray. With Ty directly in the line of fire, his red leather mask turns glossy, and he moves back a little with his mouth wide, catching my flow.

I can’t even hear my screams. My hearing is lost, and my vision blackens around the edges before my body eventually falls slack. I can tell I’m being moved. Three or four sets of hands are on my flesh, shifting me and laying me on the bed.

A strange kind of peace sweeps over me. A level of calm I’ve never felt taking over. It’s a place of utter contentment that I’ve never found before until now.

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