“Does this mean you won’t do it again?” she asked hopefully. I stroked her hair, tucking a piece behind her ear. “No. It means I will be doing it every chance I get.” I tapped the tip of her cute nose. “I like the idea of knowing my kitten’s next breath, her very life, depends on whether I pull my cock out of her mouth in time or not.” “You’re not a man. You’re a demon. You’re evil.”
