KITTY'S POV
Like a predator, his eyes stalked me, probably imagining all the dirty ways he wanted to f**k me.
My p***y heated up like a bonfire, blazing with need and desire. My c******s hurt from being fully erected. It begged for some friction, any form of release; a hug, a kiss, a f*****g tongue. I closed my legs tightly, rubbing them together to cool the fire.
Zeek's eyes got lost in a sea of gold. They were bright swirls of how I pictured the gates of heaven to be, but I didn't back away. I wanted him to rapture my body, to tear my walls down, and wreak havoc on my greedy p***y.
I was already moaning, and his d**k was still nowhere near my entrance. He was still unmoving, except for his heaving chest. His red hair flaming against his green-coloured eyes. He looked like a red dem
