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Guy Protects Girl

Wanted: Purrfect Cat Guy

Mina has no idea if "she" is dead or alive. But one thing's for sure - with her new furry identity, no one would know she used to have only two legs. Armed with her razor-sharp wit and newly discovered cat skills, Mina knows her chances of living a comfortable life is higher with a human who can handle her cattitude and put up with her thirst for fame. With her squeaky sidekick Tarou, Mina discovers the world through the eyes of a cat and sets off to change the course of her once pathetic life. At this second shot at life, Mina has one goal -- total world domination or something significant enough to be mentioned in history books. Unfortunately, fate may have other plans in store for her. Warning: This novel is full of misunderstandings between a cat and a mouse. -- "What happened?" he bellowed in a voice that sent chills to the soldier and the servant. Knowing the master's temper, the soldier quickly explained. "This servant kicked the master's cat." The master looked at the servant with a murderous look. "Which foot?" Shaking in fear as the master looked at him with a murderous glance, the servant couldn't say a word. "Which foot?" The master asked again, this time in a louder voice. The servant's knees betrayed him when he heard those words. He immediately went down on his knees. "I'm sorry master, I will not do it again." he pleaded earnestly, his hands grasping each other. "Master, have mercy on me." He eyed man begging at his feet with disdain. He walked past the man and inched closer to the slumped cat on the floor. He picked up the creature with extreme care, patting its head. He took a quick look at the dejected man before looking at the soldier who eyed him nervously. "A toe will do." The servant looked at the cat who appeared so haughty as if it is the master's wife. "Even the most beautiful maidens could not move the master's heart. How could a cat make him act like a husband who is saving his wife?" he muttered under his breath. Lording over its victory over the servant, the cat let out a smile revealing its fangs as if mocking the man.
GrumpyNeighbor · 525.5K Views

Protected By a Mafia Boss

"Carmine... I'm about to...." "Not before I taste you." He delivers me, permitting my legs to drop. "Taste..." He slides down my body and throws my legs over his shoulders with my back squeezed against the chilly metal wall. His warm, thick tongue plunges inside my hot pussy. "Fuck..." I toss my head back, scaling the wall, yet he grasps my thighs, holding me set up. His tongue twirls around my clit, sucking and licking in a way that creeps me out. I curve into him, riding his face, grasping his hair. Sweet delivery is inside my grip, and he keeps sucking, licking, focusing on the areas that settle on me wriggle and decision his name. The stars glint behind my shut eyes, and I open them, gazing at the roof. My shirt is open, Carmine is between my thighs, and give up is torn from my spirit. My climax collides with me like a wave, shaking my entire body and making me pant for air. Carmine clutches me until the last quakes die down before he stands up and kisses my temple delicately. "Much obliged to you," I murmur energetically, resting up against him for help as we both catch our breaths. "That was only the tidbit." Carmine sneers and presses a modest kiss all the rage before at long last squeezing the lift button and getting it under way once more. "Imagine a scenario where somebody saw us." I look at the camera, feeling anxious briefly at the prospect of my own standing and vocation. "They'll be biting the dust to understand how I intend to treat you." With his lips squeezed against my neck, the lift entryways open on the highest level of the extravagant inn, and he ventures out. A dazzling perspective on the city underneath should be visible from the glass walls, the horizon with lights that sparkle and shimmer in the evening. The impression of the actual room is reflected against them, making a wonderful sight. "This is lovely." "Not more lovely than you." He accumulates me in his arms and conveys me inside. He thuds down on the love seat that sets before the lit chimney. With the perspectives on New York around midnight radiating through the windows, he starts to take off my garments. I rapidly copy him, anxious to taste him the manner in which he tasted me. I push his coat off, dropping it to the floor. Then, at that point, I unfasten his dress shirt, tearing his undershirt until I'm holding his solid arms and kissing across his characterized chest, the skin of which I scratched with my nails during my delivery. "You're awesome." "I'm a long way from it, bellissima. Presently, let me see you." He pulls from me and stops to respect me for one minute. The white ribbon bra differentiating against the tan skin and dim twists falling thickly over my shoulders. "Strip for me."
Elizabeth_Solomon · 4.6K Views
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