Nolan
question.
    “I’m going to fuck you after I have my fill.
And when I do I’m going to bite you, mark you. Will you do the same to me?” He
took off his shirt and his belt. She watched him, her pussy heating up so hot
that she wanted to touch herself to see if it was as hot as she thought it was.
Nodding to him, she watched as he pulled open his pants, his cock outlined in
his briefs as he kicked them across the room. “Don’t run from him. If you do,
there is going to be a lot of people seeing you like you are now.”
    The cat simply consumed him. She felt the
hairs on her arms dance. The magic or whatever it had been that had changed him
made her think she was in trouble. As the large cat moved toward her, she
opened her legs and let him sniff her. As soon as he licked her from gate to
clit, she knew she was going to really enjoy herself. Lying back on the table,
she felt his breath on her thighs and nearly came when he buried his nose into
her.
    Cupping her breasts, she tugged at her
nipples as the cat feasted on her. Every time his tongue would touch her clit,
she could feel the roughness of it and rolled her hips up to meet each of his
strokes. Each time she came, which were too many to count, he would lap at her,
taking the cream away almost as quickly as she felt it gush from her body. And
when his tongue entered her, fucking her with sharp, hard strokes, she came
screaming out Nolan’s name and felt the room simply tilt and rock around her.
Then Nolan was there.
    ~~~
    Her body was tone, her breasts red from her
hands. Nolan leaned in, his cock in his hand, and suckled at her nipple, making
the hard little morsel tender before he bit down on it. Her hand at the back
his of his head brought him closer, and he opened his mouth wider and took as
much of her flesh into his mouth as he could before biting her again. Nolan
wanted to eat her too, but the thought of being deep in her body was making him
lightheaded with need.
    Her hips moved up to his groin. The heat
there, even before he slid his cock over her, was enough to make him wonder how
hot she was going to be inside. As he soaked his cock with her juices, he slid just
his crown into her and nearly came when she rolled her hips again and her
sheath seemed to suck him in. Nolan rolled his own hips and filled her to the
root of his being. Her nails digging into his arms made him pause and look down
at her.
    “Christ, you’re wonderfully full.” He grinned
and leaned in to kiss her. It was difficult not to move, to rock into her as he
tasted her dark mouth. Lifting his head just a little, he rocked forward and
watched her face. It was beautiful, but now, with her so close to the edge of
coming, she was too gorgeous for words.
    “My cat loved the way you gave him what he
wanted.” He moved again, taking her closer still as her ankles locked behind
him. “Next time, we’re going to go to the woods behind my brother’s house and
I’m going to run you down before I let him taste you.”
    “Fuck me, Nolan, please?” He moved again,
slower than before, and she cried out in frustration. “If you don’t fuck me so
I can come, I’m going to do it myself.” He lifted his body from hers, his cock
still inside of her, his hands holding her hips. Nolan watched her fingers as
they slid down her skin. He was mesmerized by the dance that she showed him,
and he began fucking her harder now. But as soon as her fingers entered her
pussy with his cock, he growled low. She’d been tight before, but now it was as
if she was strangling his cock.
    Holding her legs open wider, he pounded her. Her
fingers were sliding over her clit and touching his cock every time he moved in
and out of her. The sensation was amazing, and when she bowed up and screamed,
his own climax nearly took his breath away. As it was, he’d had to hold onto
her so as not to be bucked off. Leaning to her throat, he begged her to come
again and bit her when she screamed out his name. Her mouth, near his

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