Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I think she’s just salty about being turned into a cat burrito yesterday,” Max said, getting off the floor to come sit next to me. “But she needed that nail trim.”
Reaching, I pulled her up until she moved to straddle me.
“Have I mentioned that I’m glad we haven’t gotten around to getting your clothes yet?” I asked as my fingers slid up her bare thighs. Her uniform these days consisted of my tees and the occasional pair of panties.
Now was not one of the panties times.
So when my fingers pressed between her thighs, there was nothing to stop me from feeling the way she immediately got wet for me as my fingers teased between her lips, then found her clit and started to work it.
“Dunno why you insist on wearing this, though,” I said, my other hand tugging at the tee.
“Suddenly can’t remember either,” she agreed as she reached down to pull off the material, tossing it to the side.
Grabbing my wrist, she pulled it up to cover one of her breasts, letting out a sweet little whimper as my hand squeezed.
Her hips were rocking against my hand, already desperate for more.
“Miko, please,” she begged, her hand moving between us to slip under my thin sleep pants and curl around my cock.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t getting up and dressed in a full suit every day. Instead, I was enjoying the easy access of nothing but pajama pants. And the way Max so easily started to stroke me reminded me how much I was loving being dressed down.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she shifted up, then stroked the head of my cock between her lips, coating me in her need.
Given how often we found ourselves just like this, we’d had the talk days ago. About tests, results, history, and birth control. Everything said we were in the all clear.
So when she positioned me against her, she slid down on me without a barrier, her warm, tight pussy closing around me, inch by inch.
Then she was riding me hard and fast, her tits bouncing, her moans filling the apartment, as lost in me as I was in her until she came, screaming my name, her pussy pulsing around my cock, taking me with her.
She fell forward after, head on my shoulder, as we both tried to catch our breaths and calm our frantic hearts.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, sitting suddenly upright.
“What?” I asked, confused by the change.
“Look,” she said, jerking her chin to somewhere behind me. “Slowly,” she added.
I turned to find that Hissy had made her way back out of the bathroom and was actively swatting at the hanging ball on her playstand.
“Looks like she’s finally making herself at home,” I said, fingers drifting up and down Max’s thighs.
“Yeah,” Max agreed, smiling at the cat, then at me. “It’s a nice home,” she added.
“Better with you two here,” I told her, watching as her eyes warmed, knowing that with each little encouragement, I was doing with Max what she was doing with Hissy: giving her reassurance, making her feel safe, offering her love.
And, little by little, she was learning to accept it.
Max - 6 weeks
Okay.
I could do this.
Fast and painless, like a bandaid.
Sucking in a deep breath, I opened the door to the apartment I shared with Megs and Nicole. Though, to be fair, I hadn’t actually slept there since I’d come back from upstate with Miko.
I did come around on occasion, needing to grab things, or wanting to hang out with the girls when Miko was busy.
But, quite frankly, it no longer felt like home.
It never would again, since it turned out that Nicole was horribly allergic to cats, so I couldn’t live with her and have Hissy at the same time. And there was no way I was abandoning Hissy. She’d come so far so quickly, from kitten that hissed and scratched and startled at the smallest of sounds to a purring, snuggling, sweet adolescent.
“Oh, hey!” Megs said, beaming at me as she paused her sweeping. “Uh-oh,” she added as Nicole came out of her room in a thick robe, despite it finally warming up outside. “Max has her serious face on.”
“My face is always serious,” I said with an eye roll.
“Not so much lately,” Nicole disagreed.
“What’s up?” Megs asked, concern etched on her face. “Is everything okay with Miko?”
“Uh, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I told them. “I… there’s no easy way to say this. But I’m… I’m moving out.”
There was a second of tense silence before Nicole burst out laughing. “Max, you’ve been moved out for, like, two months now. There’s literally nothing left in your closets or drawers.”
I didn’t think they would have noticed that. But that was probably stupid. We were constantly going into each other’s rooms to borrow stuff.