GRRR!

smiled shyly and Rico caught the faint blush on her cheeks. “I do, but I didn’t feel like dancing right away.”
    “Why not?”
    She blushed even more and Rico almost couldn’t resist reaching out to brush her cheek. “I’m a little self-conscious, I guess. It usually helps if I’ve had a couple of drinks first.”
    “Then I got here just in time,” Rico said with a wink.
    “You did?”
    He nodded. “If I had been any later, you would’ve had your second drink and been on the dance floor with someone else. I would have missed the pleasure of your company.
    ~ * ~
    Angela wasn’t as green as she was young, Rico thought as he made a right turn and her head bobbed on his dick as she sucked him. They’d barely gotten out of the club and into his car before she’d had his pants unzipped and her hand wrapped around his cock, massaging him up and down. He maneuvered the Porsche into the driveway without banging his elbow against Angela’s head.
    “This is my house. Let’s go inside,” he told her. Angela didn’t let up. She impaled her mouth with his cock and took the entire length of him down her throat. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands as his body stiffened and his balls tightened. “Angela, darlin’, you should really…
    The words wouldn’t form as his head fell back against the seat and his eyes shut tightly. Breathing rapidly, in time to the motion of Angela’s head, Rico no longer cared they were in his car in the driveway in front of his house. His stomach muscles contracted and his ass muscles clenched, and then he took a deep breath and almost ripped the steering wheel from the column as he shot his hot load into Angela’s mouth.
    As her head continued to bob up and down and his cock continued to throb and convulse, Rico caught a whiff of something. A scent that brought his senses reeling back to reality.
    Katia.
    He opened his eyes and blinked hard. The cougar sat on the hood of his
    Porsche; her golden eyes unblinking as she licked one paw and watched him.
    Rico’s heart leaped to his throat as he grasped Angela by the back of the head and held her. He shook his head back and forth and silently mouthed the word, “No.” The cougar tilted its head to one side and then leaped gracefully to the ground and walked off into the darkness, her tail twitching from side to side.
    “Angela,” Rico said as he exhaled the breath he’d been holding. “I think it’s time to get you home.”
    She sat up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Rico leaned over, opened the glove box and took out a travel pack of Kleenex and handed her one. She wiped her face then said, “You don’t want to do more stuff?”
    Rico smiled and shook his head. “I’d love to, but not tonight. I’m sorry but I completely forgot about something I have to do. I’m really very sorry.”
    ~ * ~
    After dropping Angela off, Rico cruised on back home keeping an eye out for any movement in the shadows as he drove down his street. When he pulled into his driveway and opened the garage door, he caught Katia’s scent once again. Smiling to himself as he carefully parked the Porsche, he knew he was probably in for a fight. But for some reason, he relished the idea.
    Pushing the car door back as far as he could, Rico carefully stepped out of the vehicle with his ears perked, listening for any sound of Katia. Her scent wrapped around him and his cock twitched in response. Damn it, he hated it when that happened!
    Shutting the car door gently, he walked to the back door and went inside the house. Katia’s scent grew stronger and he knew she was inside. His grin widened, as his heart rate increased and a tingle of excitement shot up his spine.
    “Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” he called in a high-pitched voice and then chuckled when there was no reply.
    Kicking off his shoes, he walked across the floor in his stocking feet without turning on the lights. As he went into the living room, her scent grew even stronger so he knew he was getting closer, however, that meant she could also scent him. Now he had to be even more cautious as he moved into the hallway.
    “Here kitty. Come here, my pretty kitty,” he said. “I know you’re here, Kitty-
    Kat!”
    Moving down the corridor, he passed the guest room and just as he came to the bathroom, a fist connected with his jaw, sending him reeling into the wall. Touching his hand to his lip, he caught the taste of blood. “You bitch,” he muttered.
    “Bastard,”