My Bestie's Dad

“What do you want to do right now?”

He hesitates for a moment, but it’s a mere second.

“I want to find out what your lips taste like.”

“What’s stopping you?”

He eyes my red lips and then asks, “Do I have your permission?”

“Granted,” I breathe.

Tiger presses his lips firmly to mine and a moan escapes me. His tongue gently slides against mine and his hand grazes up my thigh. I spread my legs for him like a wanton woman and he growls deep in his throat. He breaks the kiss and rasps, “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I murmur, pulling his hand up to my secret space.

His hand mashes against me there, and his fingertips find the crotchless part of the panties. Understanding sparks in his eyes, and a sly smile takes his lips before he kisses me again. His touch is electric, just like his mouth. Each connection with him makes me want more and I mewl as his fingertips glide along my wetness until he finds my clit. I gasp in his mouth and he grins knowingly.

“Right there?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

His kisses grow even more intense, as though I could be the last woman he ever tastes. I am slick in his hands and my hips start to gyrate. Then, a finger enters me and he pants. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan.

“Are you here just for this tonight? Or do you want more?”

“More,” I manage to gasp.

He nods once, then kisses me again, while his fingers delve deep inside. I roll my hips against them and groan into his mouth. My blood boils, and I want him to take me. I pull his fingers from me, and then lean back while pulling him on top of me.

The corner booth has a wide seat, so I have plenty of room to relax. A thick armrest makes a wonderful pillow, but a server discreetly comes by and takes our drinks in case things get out of hand. Neither of us pay him any attention.

Tiger wedges himself between my hips and I wrap my legs around him. He gently fondles my tits over the corset, while kissing me again. Then his mouth travels down and over the soft exposed skin that spills out over the corset. My breasts quiver and gently he pulls down the cups before suckling one pink crest.

I moan and toss my head because it feels incredible. His bulge keeps pressing against my clit, but it’s through his leather trousers, and I crave more of him. I pant, “Oh my God, you’re driving me crazy!”

He slowly strokes his tongue over my mounds. Then, he lets out a dominant chuckle between licks, “You need it, don’t you?”

“Yes!” my heart bangs in my chest.

“Tell me.”

“I need you to fuck me, Tiger!” I whisper, my eyes wide and pupils dilated. His lets out another growl, and there’s something that’s just so familiar about him, but I still can’t place it. Nonetheless, he’s moving so fast that my mind empties of all thought. Tiger grabs a condom from a nearby bowl, and then watches my face as he unbuttons and unzips. His cock pops free and my eyes bulge. The shaft is enormous, at least nine inches, with an enormous ruddy head and a thickness that makes my mouth go dry.

“My God, is that real?”

He nods.

“Let me feel it,” I pant, reaching down to touch him. The skin is warm and very real, but still it’s concerning. “Jesus, I’m not sure you’ll fit.”

“One way to find out,” he smirks, holding up the condom and waiting for my answer.

I nod before taking a big breath.

“I want to find out.”

Tiger gives me a knowing smile as he slides the condom on. I lay back once more and watch as he leans over me. He rubs the tip over my wetness, before slowly sinking into me. His girth stretches me so wide that I’m utterly drunk on the sensation. When he finally gets himself completely in, I have no words.

My language becomes a series of ethereal pants and sighs. His every stroke sets fire to a new part of me, some of which had never been touched before. I cry out as animal moans escape my lips.

My legs belt around his waist, letting me pull him even deeper. He growls under his breath as my nails dig into his back, through his shirt. I’m sure there will be scratches tomorrow, but he doesn’t seem to care. I cock my hips up to receive his powerful thrusts. My body rolls under his and soon, I can’t control myself. My breath comes out in a frenzy of chokes and huffs, as orgasm explodes in my body.

“Oh!” I scream. “Unnnh!”

Meanwhile, Tiger is churning like a freight train on top of me. His hips are powerful, pistoning into my wetness again and again as his throat and chest tighten. Suddenly, he jerks, his expression a mask of ecstasy. But something goes awry during that moment. Either my arm brushes his mask, or our movements are too vigorous because all of a sudden, the tiger mask is knocked off.