Chapter 38

She looked up at me, her hazel eyes wide and taking on a more green tone against the backdrop of her yellow dress. Any words that might have materialized stuck in my throat as Kat unzipped my jeans and lovingly took out my cock. I followed the elevator’s floor-by-floor beeps and watched the crisp, white numbers change on the LED. Two, three, four. Kat’s hands were warm, and she gently stroked me. It never took much from her to spur the ultimate response from me. She slapped my hardening cock against her cheek. There was a glow about Kat at that moment. Something burned inside her. I had almost forgotten about it because we had been so domesticated for so long. This was the old Kitty Kat on her knees in front of me. And it was the old Kitty Kat who took my cock down her throat so easily in a single forward plunge of her head, it made my eyes roll back in their sockets.

"Jesus, Kitty Kat," I said, almost breathless.

Just as the elevator pinged for our stop, the t