GRRR!

not,” Rico said and laughed as pulled out of her.
    “No, no! Not now. More, oh, please more!”
    Rico moved back and came up on his knees, pulling Katia with him. “Roll over,” he said, and helped her onto her hands and knees. Once she was positioned, Rico took his place behind her and grasped an ass cheek in each hand, spreading both her pussy and asshole wide open.
    Bending, he licked her clit and dipped his tongue into her cunt. The taste of her juices and his own pre-cum mingling together on his taste buds almost caused him to lose control. He took a deep breath, barely able to reign in his desire to bite her on the back of the neck and fuck her until he came. A war raged inside him, but self-control won and he licked a line from her pussy to her ass and stuck his tongue deep inside the dark hole. Katia began to rock back and forth against him, moaning as she did. He knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither was he.
    Rico grasped her ass cheeks hard, spreading her wide open and pressed his cock into her pussy. Moving slowly in and out of her at first, he savored the heat and wetness of her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit and she moaned as she reached between her legs and grasped his sac with one hand and squeezed. He pulled out slowly then slammed into her one more time and with a quick movement he realigned and his cock into her ass. He felt her sphincter muscles clutch him as her entire body went rigid and she screamed her release. Rico moved in and out of her as the sound of her orgasm bounced off the walls.
    Raising one hand, he brought it down hard on her ass, the smack echoing with
    Katia’s cries. He spanked her over and over as he fucked her ass. And then his claws sank into Katia’s soft flesh and the smell of blood curled through his senses and drove him into her, harder and harder until his cock exploded and her ass drained every drop of cum from his body.
    Katia tried to catch her breath and fumbled for the lamp beside the bed. When she finally found the switch and turned it on, she gasped. She looked around, looked on the floor, but Rico was nowhere to be found. Katia lay back on the bed, her chest still heaving while sweat ran off her and mingled with the blood Rico had drawn with his claws.

Two
You Can’t Change Stupid
     
    Rico Trevia stretched, but kept his eyes shut against the intruding light from the setting sun coming through his window. Only at sunset did the light seep through the curtains to interrupt his sleep and force him from the warm comfort of his bed. He stretched again and yawned loudly. He rolled over and continued to stretch in a long, lazy movement that began in his neck and shoulders and moved its way down his body.
    He sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms out wide, and then hunched his shoulders up to his ears and rolled his head. He walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The hot spray hit him in the face, ran over his head and down his back. He could smell the scent of the girl and the sex they’d had as it rose with the steam, and his cock reacted. Katia was hot as hell, he thought as he lathered his hands and rubbed the soap over his chest and arms. Thoughts of their night together replayed in his mind, and Rico hands moved down his stomach to his cock.
    Splaying the flat of his hand along all ten inches, he squeezed the head tightly in his fist. He stroked himself slowly from head to base and back up. As he thought of
    Katia, he could feel her—her scent, her taste, her hot a ss wrapped around his dick, and he moved his hand faster and faster over his cock until he came. The sensation of jacking off was never as good as the real thing, of course, but it wasn’t bad either. What did that mean? Even bad sex was good sex? He couldn’t agree more.
    Selecting black slacks, a white pullover shirt and a black jacket, Rico dried off and dressed, then looked at himself in the mirror and grinned, showing very white teeth. He slipped on black leather shoes, grabbed his keys and shut the door behind him.
    ~ * ~
    Pulling his red Porsche Cayman S into the parking lot, Rico backed into a slot on the far side away from where most of the other cars were parked. He slid out of the vehicle and shut the door, then hit the button on his key ring making sure the alarm was set. He ran a finger along the hood and grinned, and then headed inside.
    Music pounded, vibrated off the walls and through the floor, and set Rico’s blood