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Cat’s Meow

Note: Nicole Austin’s Books are intended for those readers 18 years old or older.

Wow, now that was hot!

And what an ego boost. It sure explained why some women loved giving blow jobs. Rebecca had never felt more powerful or sure of her sexual prowess. She was almost giddy.

Her previous lovers hadn’t brought out this side of her personality. She hadn’t even known it existed, regardless of her vivid fantasies. Imagine that, she had an inner porno babe who’d been waiting thirty-two years for someone to set her free.

Ouch! There was a downside though. Her knees ached from kneeling for so long. Probably had indentations from the carpet in her skin too. This inner-slut thing may not be all it’s cracked up to be. And she had no idea of proper post-blowjob etiquette. What was she supposed to do now?

She glanced up at Micah. He looked like a sprinter after running a marathon—sweaty and ready to collapse. Although still a rather impressive size, his cock had deflated and hung limp along his leg while her body hummed with sexual want. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed and slick arousal coated her thighs.

She needed to fuck!

Typical damn man. All that mattered was he’d gotten his rocks off. Now he’d crawl into bed, go to sleep and snore louder than a chain saw, leaving her to her own devices.

What a buzz kill.

Rebecca used a nearby chair to steady herself as she rose. Sure enough, her knees bore an interesting pattern of red depressions from kneeling on the carpet. Lovely!

“Well, umm…” Damn, she had no idea what to say. So much for making a graceful exit. “This was…nice. I should be going. Got an early—”

“Going?” Micah frowned, his expression turned hard and uncompromising. “Nuh-uh, baby. We’re just getting started. Don’t shutdown on me and hide all that fire again. All that passion.”

She almost looked around to see who he was talking about. Fire and passion? Certainly he wasn’t referring to her. She was a lab geek for crying out loud. But she needed…more.

“I didn’t plan this very well. Didn’t get my…er, you know…before you got yours. Now you’re tired and spent—”

“Becca…”

She waited for him to finish but he hesitated. Perfect. For a minute she had thought things couldn’t get any more awkward. She was wrong. Now he’d come up with all kinds of lame excuses she didn’t want to hear.

“My name is Rebecca. Nobody calls me Becca.” Or any other nickname. She was plain old boring Rebecca. Becca sounded too racy for her. Something a bolder woman would be called.

“Ah, baby.” Micah pushed away from the door. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Obviously not. Voice stuck in her throat, Rebecca shook her head.

“I’m not like every other man you’ve known. We’re far from finished.”

Not finished? She liked the sound of that. A lot.

He moved closer. Really close. Until her breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest and he cupped the side of her face in his huge hand. Of course, big hands went with a big body. Same as in the animal world with her cats—the bigger the paws, the bigger the kitty. That theory sure applied to other parts of his anatomy. Micah had the biggest, tastiest cock she’d ever had the pleasure of encountering.

Rebecca gave herself a mental shake, trying to clear her rapidly disintegrating train of thought.

“I’m different. I want to be more for you. Special for you. Your own pirate captain.”

Oh wow. His eyes had darkened, appearing almost black and smoldering with lust. For her? Men looked at other women that way, but not her. Mousy Rebecca Southerby didn’t draw sexual attention.

“You’re a combination of Rambo and a pirate. I’m not sure what that would make you. Rambate maybe.”

Micah’s deep, throaty laughter went right to her core and gave a hard tug. Lord, she could get addicted to his laugh.

“I like that, Becca.” She didn’t miss the emphasis he put on the nickname. “I get to kick some ass Rambo style and then make off with all the booty.”

She returned his smile. This lighter, playful side of the man appealed to her. She doubted let his guard down often.

His arms skated down her side and around her back to grasp her butt. Micah’s firm hold had her trembling with desire.

“You won’t be left wanting, baby. You see, I plan on making you come.” He squeezed her butt suggestively. “Several times.” His head lowered and warm breath caressed that amazing spot behind her ear. “Multiple orgasms so strong you’ll be hoarse from screaming my name.”

He nibbled on her earlobe then bathed the tender flesh with his tongue.

“Again and again.”

She shivered as he pressed soft kisses along the column of her throat.

“All night long.”

Hell yeah!