Trick or Treat (Silver Spoon Connections)

6. Tony

Chapter 6

Tony

I spread her silky thighs and run my finger around her tight little hole. She's so goddamn wet for me. Fuck. I’m never going to last with her mewing my name like that. I rub my thumb across her clit, causing her to cry out my name. I’ve been going out of my mind with need for her, and my cock is urging me to hurry the fuck up.

Searching for my last ounce of control, I ignore my painful erection and slide a finger inside her tight opening.

Fuck. I need to taste her. I want to feel her coming on my tongue.

I slide to my knees next to the bed and drag her gorgeous ass to the edge. Parting her folds with two fingers, I lick straight up her opening, drinking in her delicious taste. Fuck me. This girl already owns me heart and soul. Now, she commands my cock as well.

I use my hold on her curvy hips to drag her closer to my mouth.

Her screams echo around the room as I devour her. When I nibble lightly on her clit while sliding a finger deep into her sweet pussy, she comes hard.

While the tremors run through her body, I shift her to the top of the bed and crawl over her. “I need you,” she whimpers and slides her soft hand down the front of my body. When she wraps it around my erection, my eyes roll back in my head.

I cover her lips with mine and plunge my tongue into her mouth. While she explores my cock, I count backward from one thousand, trying to maintain control.

I roll one of her berry-red nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she digs her sharp nails into my shoulders. After kissing my way down her silky neck, I suck one nipple into my mouth and bite down gently.

"Please!"

"Please what, kitty?" I growl against her soft skin before kissing my way over to the other nipple.

"Fuck me," she moans. The dirty words coming from my little kitty’s mouth nearly bring me to my knees.

I line my cock up with her wet opening and push forward until I butt up against the proof of her virginity. Her silky inner walls clamp down tightly around my cock, and I have to pause long enough to regain a small amount of control.

"Fuck, I’m not going to last long," I groan, pressing my lips against the vein pounding at the base of her throat. She’s too goddamn wet and tight. I’m about to come and I haven’t even started moving yet.

I slowly thrust forward, giving her time to adjust. Her inner walls stretch around my cock as I stare into her eyes, making sure she’s with me.

"Are you okay?" I groan, trying to ignore the urge to fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. Knowing I’ll lose control when I give my cock free rein, I thrust slowly a few times while her pussy slowly relaxes its stranglehold on my shaft.

"Perfect." She digs her nails even harder into my skin. “Now, freaking move.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I cover her soft lips with mine and devour her sweetness while my cock owns her goddamn sweet pussy.

I pick up speed, fucking her hard and deep with each thrust.

When I rub circles on her clit, she bites down on my bottom lip before pulling her mouth away to whimper my name.

While she comes hard, her tight inner walls constrict around my cock, and I lose my goddamn mind. Growling her name, I empty my balls deep in her sweet pussy, already naming our future children.

I’m so goddamn fucked. My little kitty owns me heart, cock, and soul, and I couldn’t be happier.

I wake up sometime in the middle of the night with a vague sense of contentment, the kind that comes from being wrapped around Kat, our breaths synchronized like we’ve practiced this dance in our dreams.

The room is bathed in that soft, quiet glow that comes somewhere between night and dawn. Everything feels perfectly still until I hear persistent scraping at the door and a distinct, demanding yowl.

Walter, the cat ruler of our little kingdom, evidently decided that being left out was an absolute no-go. His scratching has the type of determination that suggests he’s moments away from organizing a full-fledged feline protest.

When he starts singing the song of his people at an ear-piercing decibel, I slide out of bed, careful not to wake up Kat, and pad over to the door. I crack it open, half-smiling at Walter’s expression of disgusted feline rage. He trots in like he owns the place. After leaping onto the bed with feline finesse, he snuggles next to Kat.

Having accomplished his nightly mission, Walter gives a contented sigh, curling into a comfortable ball. I can’t help but chuckle, watching the tableau shift as Kat unconsciously pulls an arm around Walter, ensuring he’s glued to her side, completing the picture of perfect domestic bliss.

I crawl back into bed, sandwiching myself next to Kat and Walter, and close my eyes, letting sleep overtake me again. I’ve never felt a sense of contentment quite like this in my life. Now that I’ve experienced it, I know I’ll never be able to live without it.

I blink awake the next morning to sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting playful patterns across the sheets. Kat is still nestled comfortably against me, her warmth radiating and her face peaceful and slightly nuzzled into my shoulder. Walter remains firmly planted between us, snoring softly.

It’s the kind of scene you might find in a painting: serene, cozy, and filled with soft happiness. For a moment, I just lie there, taking it all in, committing every detail to memory. I’d happily play the role of the group’s perpetual early riser if it meant waking up to this every morning.

Eventually, I shift slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to Kat’s forehead. “Good morning,” I whisper, nudging her lightly with my nose. “Sleepyhead.”

“Morning…” she murmurs, eyes still closed with a lazy smile slowly spreading across her lips. When she finally does open her eyes, they light up with recognition and warmth, cutting through the sleep fog instantly. “Morning comes too early.”

Before we can move, Walter lets out a dramatic yawn, stretching his paws luxuriously, as if to remind us he’s there and still requires his morning quota of attention.

“Well,” I say with a smirk, “seems like we’re all up now.”

“Walter.” Kat giggles, giving him a little scratch behind the ears. “I hope you’re happy with your midnight invasion.”

The spoiled feline purrs in response, clearly satisfied with his life choices, and I chuckle as I slip out of bed, a playful idea forming in my mind.

“Alright,” I announce, “time to start the day. But first, we shower.”

Before she can protest, I scoop Kat up into my arms, reveling in her surprised but delighted squeal. Walter watches us, clearly amused by the human antics before flouncing off, likely to reign over his territory.

“What are you doing?” Kat laughs, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck as I carry her effortlessly into the bathroom. Her cozy little bathroom is adorned with the charming clutter of self-care products and whimsical decorations.

As I set her down, I take a second to appreciate the quirky shower curtain decorated in cartoon cats.

She turns on the shower, the steam beginning to curl up toward the ceiling, filling the space with a misty warmth, and steps into the small enclosure. I step in after her, letting the hot water cascade over us.

“You know,” she says, her voice playful amidst the splashes, “I’m beginning to think you invented some clever excuse just to get me into the shower.”

“Guilty as charged,” I reply, grinning, pulling her close so that her back is against my chest, holding her as though she’s the linchpin to my world. Which she honestly is.