It's What You Deserve - Sex Stories

It's What You Deserve

... planting my lips on his. He reciprocates the kiss, maneuvering his hand from myhip to my ass. His touch is so addictive. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much I love when he touches me. No one’s ever made me feel like he does.

He breaks the kiss and latches onto my neck, making me moan even louder. I tilt my head back, giving him better access. I then feel him pulling onto my tail, driving me insane. It’s like he knows all of my weaknesses. I can feel my limit building with every passing second and his actions are just speeding up the process. I don’t know how much more I can take.

“You’re so sexy,” he says in between kisses, “I love when you moan for me. I wanna hear more. Moan for me, sexy boy.”

I do as I’m told, moaning even more for him. I love being his thrall. His smile grows as I obey his command. I then notice his moans getting as loud as mine. He’s about to cum, too.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I encourage, “Cum inside of me. Breed me. Pump me full of your cum. I wanna feel it. I need to feel it. Yes. Yes! YES!!! FUCK!!!”

We both moan, embracing each other as we both reach orgasm. He fills me to the brim with his warm, sticky, creamy sperm and I empty mine in between our stomachs. He strokes my hair, scratching my ears as we ride out our orgasms. I wanna stay like this forever. I could die happy right now in his loving arms.

“So how do you feel knowing you’re gonna be a kitten daddy?” I joke, earning a chuckle from him,

“Looking forward to it. Good ...

... thing I have you for practice in the meantime.”

I playfully smack his cinder block of a shoulder before saying,

“Shut up. I’m a full grown cat, you meanie. I wipe my own ass.”

“Oh, well, forgive me, Mr. Maturity. How could I be so mistaken? You’re clearly the picture perfect definition of what an adult is.”

“And don’t you forget it. Now hold me tighter. I wanna take a nap and your hugs are better than blankies.”

He laughs before tightening his embrace as he continues petting me, providing me with the most comfort I’ve ever had as I bury my face in his chest. The room is now radio silent with the exception of my purring from the comfort. I couldn’t be happier. But then I hear the sound of my phone buzzing from my pants. The ultimate mood killer.

“Who’s that?” Mr. Klef asks,

“Doesn’t matter,” I answer, “For all they know, I’m sleeping right now, so answering shouldn’t be that much of a priority right now.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

But that is a good question, though. Who the fuck would be calling me right now? Brad didn’t seem to need anything when he closed up shop. The other coworkers don’t call. They text in the group chat to make sure their message is seen by everyone. I don’t think any friends would be calling at this hour. So whomst?

Who all has my number that would be so desp-...Ooooh. Mason. I forgot all about him. He must be at the store now, wondering where I am now that he finally saw the schedule of the store. Man, am I gonna have quite ...