His

A slow burn travelled through my balls when she dipped a palm under the waistband of her panties–the last scrap of clothing remaining on her–and shoved them down her legs. I struggled to make out her young body in the dim light, my need for her growing as her hands travelled up her own skin.

She turned fully toward the window then, and I caught my first full glimpse of my sweet kitty cat.

She was gorgeous; the desire to take her and own every inch with my tongue and cock was profound. I wanted her more than anything else I’d ever wanted in my entire life. I wanted to fuck her to sleep every night and wake her up with tender kisses every morning.

Surely she knew the effect she had on men like me?

And then little Cat Miller dropped her fingers below her pelvis and slipped them inside her little pussy. My mouth watered, picturing how warm and tight she must be. Her eyes fluttered closed a few beats as she swirled, her arousal glistening in the moonlight and making me so damn hungry to taste her on my tongue I moaned.

Clutching my shaft, I watched as her lips slipped open. I imagined soft pants of air pushing past her lips as she whimpered my name while I licked her creamy cunt for the first time.

“That’s it, kitty cat, play with your pretty pussy and show Daddy what you like.” I stroked harder as I spoke the words. I could see her two fingers gaining speed as she swept over her little clit and kept caressing. Her hips began to rock slowly, lips pressed tightly closed before soft tremors convulsed her body, arousal leaking down her thick thighs and shining in the moon’s light.

Just as her pretty eyes opened and focused, for the first time, out the window–right across from mine–an inferno of fire burst through my shaft and spun me out of control, muscles tensing as I came in hot jets of come all over the floor at my feet.

My heart hammered out of control, my eyes trying to focus on her sweet face across the distance to determine if she’d seen me. I’d just come with her name on my lips like a perverted old bastard, her young nubile body obsessing me with thoughts of making it mine and only mine.

I pressed my lips together, watching her glance out the window at my house, eyes lingering directly on mine. I didn’t think she could see me, the blinds in my room were thin as tissue paper.Was it possible she could make out my outline at least? Hell, she’d probably caught me peeking through the crack. I hadn’t really thought about that before I’d jerked off to her.

Or maybe this was her way of paying me back for the lawn job earlier? I did kind of like the idea of her having a kinky side under all that sweet innocence.

Movements caught my eye as she moved back and forth then, a soft frown crossing her lips before she pulled away from the window and disappeared into the darkness.

What a sweet little kitty cat she was, and all I could think about was tempting her out to play.

Chapter 3

Catherine

I didn’t see Parker for a few days after the night that I caught him watching me. Truth be known, I wanted him to watch me. Knowing his eyes were on me made it better, hotter. I pictured his fingers in me as I came. I wanted his touch, following the lines of my body, making me scream his name as I climaxed.

I knew that he wanted me when he was mowing the lawn. I couldn’t help but notice the thick outline in his shorts. My behavior even shocked me, I wasn’t the kind of girl that seduced men. I didn’t even talk to the boys my own age. I’d gone my entire first year of college with my virginity still intact. But Parker made me want to be sexy, desirable, and most of all he made me horny. I wanted to be his good girl, his bad girl, but most of all I wanted to just be his. I didn’t even know I could desire anyone like that.

I kept trying to find moments where Parker and I could cross paths, but he seemed to be a busy man. He woke up at the crack of dawn, and he didn’t get home until late at night. Whatever he did, it was something lucrative, based on his ten-thousand-dollar suits. Most of the people who lived in this neighborhood had money, which is why it shocked me that he not only mowed his own lawn but that he’d mowed ours too.

There was something incredibly sexy about a man that had the means yet still did the upkeep on his own house. I couldn’t think of one time growing up when my parents cleaned the house or did yard work. They were always too busy, either with work or the spa. I’d grown up being shuffled from one nanny to another, never really getting any love from the two people who were supposed to love me the most in the world. It was so bad that I’d actually called my parents Barb and Donald. Maybe that’s why I didn’t care about their opinion when it came to Parker.