Page 91 of Saints and Sinners

I watch her get out and walk up the driveway before I get out myself, admiring her ass in the tight skinny jeans she decided to wear. Fynn and Jett stayed behind, wanting to try and watch more videos in case we are wrong, and it isn't one of the Saints. I don't want to be here myself, but I want to see what my Kitty Cat's mother is like.

Kitty Cat waits for me by the door, but before I can get to the top step, the little rat has hold of my pant leg, growling. I try shaking it off without hurting the damn thing, but it's like it has a locked jaw and can't let go.

Kitty Cat chuckles, “Fluffy, no! Let him go right now!”

The demon doesn't listen, though. Kitty Cat has to come over and pick the thing up before it lets go of my pants, “Jesus, don't you feed that thing? And what the fuck did you call it...Fluffy?”

She smirks, “My mom named him the exact opposite of what he is because she likes to be different.”

I glance around at the house once again and say more to myself, “I wouldn't have guessed that.”

Kitty Cat rolls her eyes at me, “Come on, they are probably all waiting on us.”

Just as we get inside, I push her against the closed door and grip her jaw, “Roll those beautiful eyes at me again and see where that gets you!”

She glares at me, making my dick hard, but I don't let go until I hear a chuckle behind me. I slowly let her jaw go and turn to find my father standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, “A chip off the old block, I see.”

“What do you want, Dad?” I scowl.

“Just wondering what was taking you two lovebirds so long. I saw you pull up, but you were taking too long to come in. I didn't mean to interrupt.” He smirks at me, and I don't miss how he runs his eyes up and down my Kitty Cat.

“Oh, um, Fluffy here,” Kitty Cat holds the rat up, “Thought that your son was a snack and wouldn't let go of his pant leg.”

I can hear the nervousness in my girl's voice, so as soon as she puts the dog down, I grab her hand and pull her to me, “How about you show me around before we eat?”

“Sure,” she tries pulling her hand away, but I grip it tighter.

“Don't be too long, kids. I wouldn't want to have to come look for you again.” My father then turns and disappears into another room.

What the fuck is my father's problem? He's acting like a horny old man, and I don't like how he's staring at my Kitty Cat. I pull my girl upstairs and don't stop until I find a dark corner. I shove her against the wall and grab her hair, making her open her mouth for me. I kiss her hard, and when she lifts her leg up by my hip, I grab hold of it and grind my crotch against her.

“I'm going to fuck you before we leave here tonight,” I growl and bite her lip.

“Fuck yes!”

“I'm going to gag that mouth and fuck this cunt so hard that your parents will still hear it. What do you think they will do?”

“They practically gave me to you Lords, so I don't give a fuck.” Kitty Cat is panting so hard, and when I shove my hand down the front of her pants, I find her soaking wet.

“Fuck, Kitty Cat, is this all for me?” I ask as I work my mouth down her neck.

“Depends on if you follow through with your promise,” she states as she tilts her head back, giving me better access.

“Oh, don't you worry, Kitty Cat. I'll make you my dirty little whore while our parents are eating their fucking dessert!” I'm not sure what's gotten into her, but I like this new version of my Kitty Cat.

Pulling my hand from her pants, I run a finger over her lips, coating them with her wetness, “Don't lick them,” I smirk and suck on each of my fingers, “I want to save that for later.” I grab her hand and pull her back toward the stairs just in time because my father is about to come up.

“Dinner is ready,” he chuckles and watches as we descend the steps.

When we get to the bottom, he waits until we pass him, and I decide right then that I'm keeping my body behind Kitty Cat, so he can't stare at her ass. I'm going to have to have a little chat with my father. If he wants to fuck around on my mother, what the fuck ever, but it's not going to be with the Lord's Lady, not this time.

“So, Oakley, how areyou liking being a Lord of Sin?” Ashlee asks me. The older woman is the spitting image of her daughter. No wonder my father is acting like a sicko.

I shrug, “It can be a bit boring at times, but Catalina makes it more interesting.” I wink over at Kitty Cat, who is sitting right beside me.

“Well, I do hope she is doing her title justice. I know how stubborn she can be,” Mrs. Scott scoffs.

“Ashlee...” her husband chastises her.

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