lips and sucked them as if they were delicious treat. Arielle moaned and closed her eyes; encouraged, he latched his mouth onto her succulent bud.
A little scream curled from her lips. She whipped her head backward as her back hit the mattress. Her body shook and writhed with the rhythm of his tongue. The combination of her scent and the taste of her pussy made his cock hard to the point of pain. He swirled his tongue deeper into her opening, feasting on her. She came twice in a short amount of time.
His cock throbbed unmercifully; he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting his erection out. He stroked himself as he fucked her with his tongue. Would she be this wet if he fucked her pussy with his cock? Which one did she like better, his tongue or his cock? He was pleased that he had all time in the world tonight.
“Trent, I’m…” She screamed again as another sexual storm consumed her body.
Satisfied with his feast, he wiped his mouth and stood up. He took his shirt off, stepped out of his jeans, and threw them aside. At the sight of his nakedness, Arielle sat up and eyed him with hunger. Her mouth fell open as she stared at his massive erection.
With a wicked smile, he pumped his hips in her direction, teasing. “Do you want have a taste, babe? Want to suck my cock?”
He knew his words sound vulgar, but this was beyond sex; this was a primal mating ritual saved for the actual marking of a mate. A weretiger could only claim his mate by biting his female on the nape of her neck. But he couldn’t do that without her consent.
She swallowed hard. Eyes wide. She licked her lips. “Please…”
“Suck me,” His voice was thick.
With a smile, she crawled forward on the bed towards him. She wrapped both hands around his rock-hard shaft and stroked him tentatively. Her fingers looked so small and delicate on his reddened flesh.
“Harder,” he mumbled. He cleared his throat. “You won’t hurt me. Harder.”
She worked her hands faster. She kissed the tip and his cock jerked to attention. Her sweet lips enveloped the head and her soft, velvety tongue caressed his most sensitive part.
He groaned aloud, threading his fingers in her lush hair. She sucked him good and she definitely wasn’t a stranger in giving head. His cock shuddered inside her mouth as she worshipped and pleased him.
He groaned and fought for control. He wouldn’t come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her pussy where his mark of conquest couldn’t be easily washed away.
Damn. She made him feel so good; the way she licked and painted his cock with her saliva was taking him to the edge of his control. The twirl of her pink, wet tongue on his skin, the way she looked at him with her big doe eyes, always seeking his approval.
He stopped her. “Enough,” he semi-growled. “Lay on your back.”
She reluctantly released his cock. Her lips and chin shone with saliva.
“Don’t wipe your face. You look sexy like that,” he said. Just to prove his point, he kissed her breathless. She tasted so sweet and he couldn’t get enough of her. He watched her with satisfaction. Sprawled in the middle of the pristine duvet, she was Venus incarnate. Voluptuous breasts. Soft pale skin. The tiger inside him couldn’t wait to mate with her properly.
He spread her thighs apart and positioned himself between them. He pressed his cock against her mound. He was well endowed, and she was going to take him all, right down to the last inch.
Arielle, didn’t flinch, instead she smiled up at him, “Then, fuck me. Do you worst, big guy.”
Challenge accepted. He hoped she wouldn’t regret it. When they had fucked in the car, she didn’t get to sample his full length. Now, in the privacy of the bedroom, he wouldn’t hold back.
He couldn’t wait to make her scream.
The louder the better.
With one hand bracing next to her head, he pushed the tip of his cock into her opening. The slickness of her pussy allowed him easy penetration. But, even
A little scream curled from her lips. She whipped her head backward as her back hit the mattress. Her body shook and writhed with the rhythm of his tongue. The combination of her scent and the taste of her pussy made his cock hard to the point of pain. He swirled his tongue deeper into her opening, feasting on her. She came twice in a short amount of time.
His cock throbbed unmercifully; he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting his erection out. He stroked himself as he fucked her with his tongue. Would she be this wet if he fucked her pussy with his cock? Which one did she like better, his tongue or his cock? He was pleased that he had all time in the world tonight.
“Trent, I’m…” She screamed again as another sexual storm consumed her body.
Satisfied with his feast, he wiped his mouth and stood up. He took his shirt off, stepped out of his jeans, and threw them aside. At the sight of his nakedness, Arielle sat up and eyed him with hunger. Her mouth fell open as she stared at his massive erection.
With a wicked smile, he pumped his hips in her direction, teasing. “Do you want have a taste, babe? Want to suck my cock?”
He knew his words sound vulgar, but this was beyond sex; this was a primal mating ritual saved for the actual marking of a mate. A weretiger could only claim his mate by biting his female on the nape of her neck. But he couldn’t do that without her consent.
She swallowed hard. Eyes wide. She licked her lips. “Please…”
“Suck me,” His voice was thick.
With a smile, she crawled forward on the bed towards him. She wrapped both hands around his rock-hard shaft and stroked him tentatively. Her fingers looked so small and delicate on his reddened flesh.
“Harder,” he mumbled. He cleared his throat. “You won’t hurt me. Harder.”
She worked her hands faster. She kissed the tip and his cock jerked to attention. Her sweet lips enveloped the head and her soft, velvety tongue caressed his most sensitive part.
He groaned aloud, threading his fingers in her lush hair. She sucked him good and she definitely wasn’t a stranger in giving head. His cock shuddered inside her mouth as she worshipped and pleased him.
He groaned and fought for control. He wouldn’t come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her pussy where his mark of conquest couldn’t be easily washed away.
Damn. She made him feel so good; the way she licked and painted his cock with her saliva was taking him to the edge of his control. The twirl of her pink, wet tongue on his skin, the way she looked at him with her big doe eyes, always seeking his approval.
He stopped her. “Enough,” he semi-growled. “Lay on your back.”
She reluctantly released his cock. Her lips and chin shone with saliva.
“Don’t wipe your face. You look sexy like that,” he said. Just to prove his point, he kissed her breathless. She tasted so sweet and he couldn’t get enough of her. He watched her with satisfaction. Sprawled in the middle of the pristine duvet, she was Venus incarnate. Voluptuous breasts. Soft pale skin. The tiger inside him couldn’t wait to mate with her properly.
He spread her thighs apart and positioned himself between them. He pressed his cock against her mound. He was well endowed, and she was going to take him all, right down to the last inch.
Arielle, didn’t flinch, instead she smiled up at him, “Then, fuck me. Do you worst, big guy.”
Challenge accepted. He hoped she wouldn’t regret it. When they had fucked in the car, she didn’t get to sample his full length. Now, in the privacy of the bedroom, he wouldn’t hold back.
He couldn’t wait to make her scream.
The louder the better.
With one hand bracing next to her head, he pushed the tip of his cock into her opening. The slickness of her pussy allowed him easy penetration. But, even
Similar Books
