Wicked As He Comes (Tiger in Her Bed)

John swore silently. Where have you been all these years, my love? I didn’t know you even existed. But now, he had her right where he wanted, the way he wanted, and he’d never let her go ever again.

He moved to her unmolested breast and sucked her deeply. She shivered to the core, trembling with pleasure. He grazed her soft skin with his teeth, leaving his mark on her. She was his, from now until the end of the world. “Baby,” he said with a growl. “You smell so fucking good.”

”Oh, John. . .”

Her skin was warm. Too warm, as if she was also burning from the inside out. He felt for her thighs and pushed them wider apart. He stroked her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and slid down to her slicked folds. She was wet—just the way he liked it. He slid a finger into her and her eyes widened instantly.

Then a second finger.

He finger-fucked her until she looked frustrated enough to come. But he wouldn’t let her climax. No, not yet. Her pussy clenched his digits tightly. He brushed her clit with his thumb and continued stroking her with steady beats. He curled his fingers upward, rubbing the special spot that made any woman purr like kitten. She thrashed, clenching the sheets. He quickened the pace until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Then she came hard, her long limbs twisting, face a mask of ecstasy.

She looked so goddamn beautiful, he had to kiss her. First on the mouth. Second on her pussy. She yelped in surprise, then moaned long with her sexy, husky voice. Her scent drove him closer to madness, and his own beast threatened to claw out.

With a yearning grunt, he licked and nipped, deeper and deeper until she screamed as she came. Her body quaked as pleasure raked through her.

His beautiful bride still looked dazed when he got up and kicked his shoes off. He shed the rest of his clothing and Jane stared at his cock with fervent hunger in her eyes. He stroked the length of himself and positioned himself at her pussy. He kissed her as he penetrated her. She instinctively wound her arms around his neck, welcoming him with delight. He pressed his belly against hers and his chest grazed against her hard nipples.

She was hot, incredibly wet, and tight.

It was heaven.

Her pussy clenched his shaft as he started to move. “God,” he hissed through his teeth. So. Fucking. Good. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as she sheathed the length of him.

She gasped. “John…”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and temples. “You okay?” he grunted his words. He couldn’t hold back his urge to ravish her any longer.

“I’m okay,” she said breathlessly. “It’s just… I’m so fucking full.”

“Hmm. You can take all of me. You’re mine.” He withdrew an inch and pushed back in again, balls deep. “Say it.”

“I…”

“Say that you’re mine.” Withdrew. Pushed.

“I… I’m yours.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours, John.”

“Damn right, you are.” He thrust into her to his hilt. She gasped. He unwound her arms from his neck and pushed them above her head, pinning them with his weight. He wanted her to surrender, completely helpless before him.

She writhed, her big doe eyes never leaving him, her lips parted open. So fucking sexy.

He started rocking against her with shallow jabs. She moved with him. The thick pleasure made him lose his mind. His instinct slowly took over. He fucked her with steady thrusts.

“Oh John,” she gasped. “Harder…”

He growled like an animal; he couldn’t believe what he heard. He was only too happy to oblige her. Whatever she needed, he’d deliver.

“John… Oh God, yes.”

She cried in ecstasy. The sight of her in the throes of pleasure, the way she felt, the intoxicating scent of her, drove him wild. He thrust faster. Hard. Merciless. God, he loved having her like this. She was like no other woman he’d been with. Mating with her possessed his entire body and soul. He hammered his cock into her, branding her with his lust, over and over and over…

Her orgasm came suddenly. She whimpered a quiet scream as her body stretched out, her head whipped backward, and her pussy gripped him tightly.