Tiger
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Zandy gripped her knees and Tiger growled, the only warning she received before he let go of her ankles to grip her inner thighs. His face lowered and his hot mouth fastened over her pu**y. His tongue teased her already swollen cl*t and she moaned. He burrowed in, lashed at her cl*t in rapid flicks of his tongue and zoomed right in on that tiny spot that drove her insane as raw rapture struck.
It was too much, felt too good after her recent cl**ax. She tried to close her legs. Tiger refused to allow it as his hold on her thighs tightened when her heels dug into his shoulder blades. He held her down tighter to the bed.
“Tiger, you’re killing me,” she whimpered.
He began to purr loudly and vibrations added to the sensations. Zandy’s back arched and her fingers clawed at the bedding. Pants and moans mixed until she feared passing out. Another cl**ax brutally tore through her body. She shook from the force of it and screamed when he released her cl*t to drive his tongue inside her pu**y.
She was certain he was attempting to actually kill her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body as she jerked and twitched under him until he finally withdrew and released her thighs. Her body went lax as he rose to his knees and used her h*ps to drag her ass to the edge of the air mattress.
“I can’t,” she rasped, struggling to sit up. “Give me a minute.”
His tight expression showed his displeasure. “I want you now. I need you.”
She managed to roll to her side and pat the bed next to her. “Lie here.”
He moved, the mattress dipped with his added weight and she rolled into his side as he sprawled out on his back. The sight of his hard c**k pointing up drew her attention as she still fought to regain the ability to think. Her hand curved around the thick shaft and he responded with a groan.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she scooted down the bed while she continued to stroke him with her fingers and regained some control over her heavy breathing. He groaned when she took the head of his c**k into her mouth.
His hand tangled in her hair but it didn’t hurt. He was careful not to pull it or force her head down to take more of him. The sweet taste of pr**cum made her moan. She usually wasn’t overly fond of going down on men but of course he couldn’t even be typical in that way either. He tasted good, which encouraged her to keep going.
“Stop before I come,” he groaned. “I’ll warn you.”
She had no idea why he’d want to do that as she opened her mouth wider, exploring him with her tongue as she took him deeper, tightened her lips around him and sucked. Tiger was a mouthful and she had to be careful with her teeth. The loud sounds of him purring became music to her ears and she loved hearing how he responded to her. Not only was his shaft rock hard but his taste just grew better as she worked him. He vibrated where they touched too, his entire body seeming to be affected by it.
He tugged frantically and she lifted off him to peer at his face.
“Stop. I’m about to come. Use your hand. I’m so close.”
“Why? I don’t want to stop.”
“You feel me when I come inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I would choke you if I came in your mouth. I shoot hard and hot.”
“I think I could handle it.” She tried to capture his c**k with her mouth again but he twisted his h*ps before she could, forcing her gaze back to his.
“Our females can’t handle it. That’s why they don’t do this to our males. I shoot about six feet.”
A mental image surfaced and she grinned. “How do you know how far it goes?”
He sat up a little. “I’m male. How do you think?”
A laugh escaped her. “You measured the distance, didn’t you?”
“I hurt, Zandy.”
Her hand squeezed his shaft and she stroked him. Her gaze dropped to his dick as he slid flat on the mattress again and she watched him come. He hadn’t been mistaken about how far his se**n could shoot. It didn’t even land on the bed. Watching his stomach became more interesting as his muscles tensed, revealing a sexy pattern.
His hand grabbed hers and tore it off his cock. She realized he hadn’t roared that time. Groaned and panted but no loud, animalistic roar. It surprised her a little since most men enjoyed head more than intercourse. She started to ask him what he preferred but decided to discover that answer on her own. It would be fun.
She lowered her mouth to the crown of his c**k when his body relaxed and he stopped coming. The flat of her tongue traced the ridge of his still-stiff c**k and the sweet taste of him drew a moan from her. His taste reminded her of warmed honey with a hint of maple syrup. He could become her breakfast of choice.
“Zandy!” He snarled her name and fisted her hair, tearing her away as he rolled her onto her back. His weight came down on her to pin her beneath him.
Tears filled her eyes from the stinging pain of having her hair pulled. She stared at him as he relaxed his hold, his intense gaze locked on hers. Her ears still rang from the harsh, brutal sound of her name.
A jolt of fear shot through her that she must have done something really wrong and he looked enraged as their gazes held. Had she hurt him? He was on top of her and she couldn’t even breathe. His weight was crushing her into the air mattress and she couldn’t move with his legs and arms holding her down. He took a deep breath before lifting off enough for her to get air into her lungs.
“I smell fear. I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”
It was too much, felt too good after her recent cl**ax. She tried to close her legs. Tiger refused to allow it as his hold on her thighs tightened when her heels dug into his shoulder blades. He held her down tighter to the bed.
“Tiger, you’re killing me,” she whimpered.
He began to purr loudly and vibrations added to the sensations. Zandy’s back arched and her fingers clawed at the bedding. Pants and moans mixed until she feared passing out. Another cl**ax brutally tore through her body. She shook from the force of it and screamed when he released her cl*t to drive his tongue inside her pu**y.
She was certain he was attempting to actually kill her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body as she jerked and twitched under him until he finally withdrew and released her thighs. Her body went lax as he rose to his knees and used her h*ps to drag her ass to the edge of the air mattress.
“I can’t,” she rasped, struggling to sit up. “Give me a minute.”
His tight expression showed his displeasure. “I want you now. I need you.”
She managed to roll to her side and pat the bed next to her. “Lie here.”
He moved, the mattress dipped with his added weight and she rolled into his side as he sprawled out on his back. The sight of his hard c**k pointing up drew her attention as she still fought to regain the ability to think. Her hand curved around the thick shaft and he responded with a groan.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she scooted down the bed while she continued to stroke him with her fingers and regained some control over her heavy breathing. He groaned when she took the head of his c**k into her mouth.
His hand tangled in her hair but it didn’t hurt. He was careful not to pull it or force her head down to take more of him. The sweet taste of pr**cum made her moan. She usually wasn’t overly fond of going down on men but of course he couldn’t even be typical in that way either. He tasted good, which encouraged her to keep going.
“Stop before I come,” he groaned. “I’ll warn you.”
She had no idea why he’d want to do that as she opened her mouth wider, exploring him with her tongue as she took him deeper, tightened her lips around him and sucked. Tiger was a mouthful and she had to be careful with her teeth. The loud sounds of him purring became music to her ears and she loved hearing how he responded to her. Not only was his shaft rock hard but his taste just grew better as she worked him. He vibrated where they touched too, his entire body seeming to be affected by it.
He tugged frantically and she lifted off him to peer at his face.
“Stop. I’m about to come. Use your hand. I’m so close.”
“Why? I don’t want to stop.”
“You feel me when I come inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I would choke you if I came in your mouth. I shoot hard and hot.”
“I think I could handle it.” She tried to capture his c**k with her mouth again but he twisted his h*ps before she could, forcing her gaze back to his.
“Our females can’t handle it. That’s why they don’t do this to our males. I shoot about six feet.”
A mental image surfaced and she grinned. “How do you know how far it goes?”
He sat up a little. “I’m male. How do you think?”
A laugh escaped her. “You measured the distance, didn’t you?”
“I hurt, Zandy.”
Her hand squeezed his shaft and she stroked him. Her gaze dropped to his dick as he slid flat on the mattress again and she watched him come. He hadn’t been mistaken about how far his se**n could shoot. It didn’t even land on the bed. Watching his stomach became more interesting as his muscles tensed, revealing a sexy pattern.
His hand grabbed hers and tore it off his cock. She realized he hadn’t roared that time. Groaned and panted but no loud, animalistic roar. It surprised her a little since most men enjoyed head more than intercourse. She started to ask him what he preferred but decided to discover that answer on her own. It would be fun.
She lowered her mouth to the crown of his c**k when his body relaxed and he stopped coming. The flat of her tongue traced the ridge of his still-stiff c**k and the sweet taste of him drew a moan from her. His taste reminded her of warmed honey with a hint of maple syrup. He could become her breakfast of choice.
“Zandy!” He snarled her name and fisted her hair, tearing her away as he rolled her onto her back. His weight came down on her to pin her beneath him.
Tears filled her eyes from the stinging pain of having her hair pulled. She stared at him as he relaxed his hold, his intense gaze locked on hers. Her ears still rang from the harsh, brutal sound of her name.
A jolt of fear shot through her that she must have done something really wrong and he looked enraged as their gazes held. Had she hurt him? He was on top of her and she couldn’t even breathe. His weight was crushing her into the air mattress and she couldn’t move with his legs and arms holding her down. He took a deep breath before lifting off enough for her to get air into her lungs.
“I smell fear. I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”
