Here Kitty, Kitty!
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His arms tightened around her thighs, holding her in place. Apparently he didnt want her going anywhere either.
His head dipped down and he nuzzled her exposed sex. He glanced back at her, watching to see her reaction. She didnt move. Or breathe. Or do anything, but grasp her bottom lip lightly between her teeth. But the hillbilly didnt need much more than that.
His head lowered again and Angie realized she held her breath. What if Nik just gave the appearance of being a hottie in bed? She had that happen before. The guy who taught her how to water ski promised to make her legs shake. But she ended up walking out halfway through it. What if Nik were the same? What if he bored her senseless? She refused to fake it. Faking it was not in her DNA. Then what? Would he throw her out? Beg her not to tell? What ifwhat ifholymotherfuckingshit!
Her elbows went out from under her and she dropped back onto the couch. His tongue took another long swipe and Angies toes curled. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit, but thankfully his big arms were still holding her down, otherwise she would have flipped right off the couch. But he didnt concentrate on that yet. It was just a tease of what was to come. Instead, he took his time exploring every inch of her pussy with that rough, flat tongue of his. Even sliding inside her and fucking her with it.
No. She wouldnt be faking anything this morning. She wouldnt have to.
Nik adjusted her legs so that they rested on his shoulders and he moved up a bit, lifting her ass, giving him deeper access into her body. His hands reached under, gripping her cheeks as Angie reached up and gripped the arm of the couch. She arched her back and he continued tongue fucking her, while his fingers squeezed her ass.
Her head fell back, her body arched even more, as Nik returned to her clit. He rubbed it with the flat of his tongue. Her hands released the grip it had on the couch and, instead, dug into Niks thick hair.
Angies entire body began to shake, and she knew she probably ripped hairs from his head as her orgasm ripped through her. Swiftly followed by this long low purring sound shed never made before.
Nik growled in response and kept right on going. Working his tongue around again until her shoulders left the couch and her entire body clenched violently, clasping him tightly to her. Any other man might have gotten his neck broken but, instead, Nik purred, stretching out her orgasm for what seemed like forever.
She finally couldnt take anymore, but unable to actually make words come out of her mouth, she yanked on his hair to get him to back off. His wet, grinning face rose from her lap and she knew shed never seen anything so beautiful before.
Nik pulled himself out from the grip of her legs, nipping the inside of her thigh before dragging himself up her body until they were face to face. He hovered over her for a bit, his arms on either side of her. After a moment, he leaned his head down to kiss her.
Angiemoaned into his mouth, her own taste giving her one last shudder. After he thoroughly and slowly explored the inside of her mouth, he pulled back, his smile still as wide as before.
Mornin, Sugar. He kissed her nose, then slid off her, and walked out.
Angie pushed herself up on her elbows, staring at the door hed just left through.
For less than a split second she wondered again if maybe he didnt want her. But she saw that bobbing cock bouncing out the door, harder than a plank of wood. She didnt believe for a second he wasnt ready to fuck her.
So what the hell is he waiting for? And exactly how much longer could she hold out?
Groaning, she turned over and buried her head into the couch cushions. Then she screamed.
Chapter Twelve
The phone rang again, and Angie reached over snatching it off the side table. She would have to change that ring. After getting two orgasms pumped out of her, shed gone back to bed, and she found her phone ring damn annoying at eleven in the morning.
She flipped it open and, without lifting her head from her wonderfully firm pillow, answered.
Yeah?
Hey. Hey. Ive got her. Hi, baby.
Angie sat bolt upright in the bed. Now she was wide awake.
Mom?
Yes. Hi. Ive got your father here too.
Okay, what the hell was happening? First this mornings antics with Nik and now this.
Is everything okay?
Oh, yes. Yes. But I was going through my day planner this morning trying to find where Id stuck some notes when I noticed that we missed your birthday. So we wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday.
Angie closed her eyes. My birthday? That was three months ago.
Well, better late than never.
Angie would prefer never. She didnt know why, but no call at all would have been easier than these months or even years later calls that both her parents insisted on. Could they truly be trying to prove they somehow cared?
But Angie knew they didnt care. Not about her. Both of them being archeologists, maybe if they had to dig her up in the Sudan, theyd care a little more.
Yet caring about humans just wasnt in their nature. It never had been.
She felt herself go icy all over. Her heart hardening against the pain. Her heart hardening in general. Before she learned how to do this, she used to do the stupidest shit. It amazed her every day that both Sara and Miki stuck around during those ugly times in junior high and high school. Those two women, mere girls at the time, washed the blood out of her hair, put antiseptic over her cuts and bruises, and hid any evidence. They kept reminding her they were her family now and that they loved her even as they pried the blood-covered two by four out of her hands.
His head dipped down and he nuzzled her exposed sex. He glanced back at her, watching to see her reaction. She didnt move. Or breathe. Or do anything, but grasp her bottom lip lightly between her teeth. But the hillbilly didnt need much more than that.
His head lowered again and Angie realized she held her breath. What if Nik just gave the appearance of being a hottie in bed? She had that happen before. The guy who taught her how to water ski promised to make her legs shake. But she ended up walking out halfway through it. What if Nik were the same? What if he bored her senseless? She refused to fake it. Faking it was not in her DNA. Then what? Would he throw her out? Beg her not to tell? What ifwhat ifholymotherfuckingshit!
Her elbows went out from under her and she dropped back onto the couch. His tongue took another long swipe and Angies toes curled. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit, but thankfully his big arms were still holding her down, otherwise she would have flipped right off the couch. But he didnt concentrate on that yet. It was just a tease of what was to come. Instead, he took his time exploring every inch of her pussy with that rough, flat tongue of his. Even sliding inside her and fucking her with it.
No. She wouldnt be faking anything this morning. She wouldnt have to.
Nik adjusted her legs so that they rested on his shoulders and he moved up a bit, lifting her ass, giving him deeper access into her body. His hands reached under, gripping her cheeks as Angie reached up and gripped the arm of the couch. She arched her back and he continued tongue fucking her, while his fingers squeezed her ass.
Her head fell back, her body arched even more, as Nik returned to her clit. He rubbed it with the flat of his tongue. Her hands released the grip it had on the couch and, instead, dug into Niks thick hair.
Angies entire body began to shake, and she knew she probably ripped hairs from his head as her orgasm ripped through her. Swiftly followed by this long low purring sound shed never made before.
Nik growled in response and kept right on going. Working his tongue around again until her shoulders left the couch and her entire body clenched violently, clasping him tightly to her. Any other man might have gotten his neck broken but, instead, Nik purred, stretching out her orgasm for what seemed like forever.
She finally couldnt take anymore, but unable to actually make words come out of her mouth, she yanked on his hair to get him to back off. His wet, grinning face rose from her lap and she knew shed never seen anything so beautiful before.
Nik pulled himself out from the grip of her legs, nipping the inside of her thigh before dragging himself up her body until they were face to face. He hovered over her for a bit, his arms on either side of her. After a moment, he leaned his head down to kiss her.
Angiemoaned into his mouth, her own taste giving her one last shudder. After he thoroughly and slowly explored the inside of her mouth, he pulled back, his smile still as wide as before.
Mornin, Sugar. He kissed her nose, then slid off her, and walked out.
Angie pushed herself up on her elbows, staring at the door hed just left through.
For less than a split second she wondered again if maybe he didnt want her. But she saw that bobbing cock bouncing out the door, harder than a plank of wood. She didnt believe for a second he wasnt ready to fuck her.
So what the hell is he waiting for? And exactly how much longer could she hold out?
Groaning, she turned over and buried her head into the couch cushions. Then she screamed.
Chapter Twelve
The phone rang again, and Angie reached over snatching it off the side table. She would have to change that ring. After getting two orgasms pumped out of her, shed gone back to bed, and she found her phone ring damn annoying at eleven in the morning.
She flipped it open and, without lifting her head from her wonderfully firm pillow, answered.
Yeah?
Hey. Hey. Ive got her. Hi, baby.
Angie sat bolt upright in the bed. Now she was wide awake.
Mom?
Yes. Hi. Ive got your father here too.
Okay, what the hell was happening? First this mornings antics with Nik and now this.
Is everything okay?
Oh, yes. Yes. But I was going through my day planner this morning trying to find where Id stuck some notes when I noticed that we missed your birthday. So we wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday.
Angie closed her eyes. My birthday? That was three months ago.
Well, better late than never.
Angie would prefer never. She didnt know why, but no call at all would have been easier than these months or even years later calls that both her parents insisted on. Could they truly be trying to prove they somehow cared?
But Angie knew they didnt care. Not about her. Both of them being archeologists, maybe if they had to dig her up in the Sudan, theyd care a little more.
Yet caring about humans just wasnt in their nature. It never had been.
She felt herself go icy all over. Her heart hardening against the pain. Her heart hardening in general. Before she learned how to do this, she used to do the stupidest shit. It amazed her every day that both Sara and Miki stuck around during those ugly times in junior high and high school. Those two women, mere girls at the time, washed the blood out of her hair, put antiseptic over her cuts and bruises, and hid any evidence. They kept reminding her they were her family now and that they loved her even as they pried the blood-covered two by four out of her hands.
