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He dips down and sucks my cock. He swirls his hot, wet tongue around my glans, feathering it under my crown. He teases my slit, then blows a raspberry on my shaft, making a silly sound as he swallows.

He tugs my aching balls out of my briefs, placing them in his palm. He removes my cock from his mouth, then laps at my nuts, kissing each one delicately. His saliva seeps between my legs, pooling at my taint.

I groan as a wave of fire rockets through me. "Suck this cock, boy."

He tightens his kitty tail around my neck, staring into my eyes. "Kitty can give Daddy treats. There are whips and floggers to play with."

"Wrap your lips around my shaft. Quit talking."

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I force his face on my cock. A gagging sound escapes him as he takes my eight-inch dick like a pro, swallowing it to his tonsils, bottoming out. He squeezes my balls as he blows me, moaning as he rolls them in his palm, gripping them. Hard.

A bolt of need so fierce and ravenous slams into me. I fuck his face brutally, letting out a shout as heat wells up within me, raining down on every inch of my body.

I pound his mouth. Again. Harder. Even harder. Refusing to let a droplet of pre-cum escape. Unable to stave off my orgasm a second longer.

Violent spasms of carnal desire hijack my being, making me shake in his throat. I roar out my orgasm, unleashing a spigot of hot white cum between his lips, pounding out shot after shot until I'm spent. I do it hard, too hard, unable to stop myself, unable to believe what this kitty's done to me.

Grabbing his chin, I force his head up. My cum drips from his lips, contrasting with the dreamy expression on his face. His eyes shine beneath his blond locks with intensity. A trickle of saliva falls to my dick, and he beats it as he stares at me.

For the third time:who the fuck is this?There's something both familiar and foreign, at once comforting and unsettling about this boy. He sucked my dick like a pro but he doesn't look old enough to drink.

Have I seen him in porn? Did Constantine fly out professional performers to entertain the members tonight?

"That was perfect, Daddy." The boy pries himself off my lap, then unwraps his kitty tail from my neck. "You wereperfect."

"Get over here." I tug him close to me. "Let me make you come."

"No." I swear he blushes, but it could be the lava lamp. He pulls my hand to his cock. "I already came, Daddy. When I sucked you."

I touch his hard dick. Cum surrounds the tip, soaking his pink glans. It's still hard, and I fondle it as his foreskin retracts in the purple lights.

"Bye, Daddy."

After pulling his black panties back on, he scampers through the door.

"Wait."

I rush out of the door and throw it open. I don't give a fuck that my cock is out. I don't care that anyone could pass and see that I don't have a shirt on or that I'm dripping in his spit and my cum. "Come back."

He shoots me one last look over his shoulder before slipping down the hallway.

12

GRANT

Monday, May 18th

Torrential rain spitsin my face as I step out of my BMW. I open my umbrella and lift it above my head, keeping the moisture out of my hair. When Michael texted me about an important business meeting, I hopped in my BMW right away. There's no time to fuck around when he summons you. I take it he's finished preparing for his niece's wedding and wants to discuss Xavier's murder.

I pray I convince him that the college student on the security camera footage isn't the killer. There's no way someone that young took out one of his most competent assassins.

Cadbury beckons me when I reach the door. "Mr. Diavolo is waiting for you."

"Thank you." Snapping my umbrella shut, I shake it off and prop it up in the corner. I follow Cadbury through the house, traversing the winding hallways until we reach Michael's office.

Like last time, I can't help but let the opulence and grandeur sweep me away. I didn't notice the gold-framed pictures of his grandfather and great-grandfather adorning the walls last time. Nor did I spot the enormous chandelier hanging over the entrance room, unlit but painting a picture of extravagant wealth. This estate reminds me of a Russian oligarch's private villa, a place built on illicitly obtained state wealth.

I've never looked into how Michael and his brothers made their money, but I wonder if I should start. There's no fucking doubt he has dirt on me—if shit ever hits the fan, this could give me leverage.

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