Tiger in Her Bed

Quinn’s fingers pushed inside her panties, straight to her wet lips. His touch drove her wild. “Good, you’re so wet. And hot.” He slid his finger into her. “Very hot.”

“Quinn.”

He buried his fingers until the pad of his palm pressed against her pussy lips. He stroked her. Once. Twice. Oh God. She wanted more. More than his fingers. She wanted his cock. Inside her. Ravishing her. Like last night. She didn’t even realize she’d voiced her desire.

“Just what I had in mind, babe,” he said. The shower was still running and the steam filled the bathroom. “What’s the water for?”

“I was going to cool off.”

“I’ll help you. I don’t know if you’re going to be cold, though,” he said as he undressed.

Vanessa shoved off her jeans. Quinn pulled her panties down and off and pushed her into the shower. Warm water poured down over her. He ran his hands all over her body, squeezing and stroking; nothing escaped his attention. She watched him, mesmerized by his powerful build, the state of his arousal. His cock stood strong and proud.

He then pushed her against the tiles and kissed the life out of her. “I love your smell. I love how your skin feels. I love you.”

She startled at his declaration. Before she could think about it, her attention was drawn away by him kissing her navel and continuing south. Oh God. His mouth covered her pussy. She squirmed. Bursts of pleasure exploded as he licked her; she was totally at the man’s mercy. She bit her lower lip to stay quiet.

He pushed up one of her thighs even further to give him better access. With gentleness, he spread her pussy lips open. His tongue darted out and found her clit. He circled it and sucked it until her knees weakened. Her pussy was a welter of heat and he hadn’t finished. He lapped at her. His tongue was inside her. Swirling deeper and deeper. She would go crazy if he kept up what he was doing.

A rumbling kind of purr echoed from his throat. He eerily sounded like a big cat.

He stood and rubbed his cock against her pussy. His fat cockhead brushed against her clit. He penetrated her and fucked her in a dozen strokes. “I don’t know what I like best, fucking you with my cock or fucking you with my tongue. Choices, choices.”

Vanessa moaned. It felt crazy good. He moved again. She marveled at the way he felt inside her. “Harder. Please”

“Like that?” He fucked her with several sharp jabs.

“Oh, yes.” The pleasure was insane. She loved it so much.” More, please.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, minx.” Quinn pulled out of her entirely. He knelt again and ravished her pussy with his mouth. He let out a growl of satisfaction, like a cat enjoying his cream. He licked and sucked. Hungrily. He inserted two fingers inside her and fucked her fast.

It set her on edge. He seemed to know which buttons to push that made her come instantly. A kaleidoscope of light burst before her eyes as she climaxed. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, her juices flowing. She yelped when he bit her pussy lips, marking her. Bruising her.

“You’re mine,” he stated. “Don’t you forget that.”

He stood and once again fucked her with his cock, hard against the wall. She loved the way he claimed her. No other man had ever made her feel this way. He was an incredible lover, the best a woman could ever ask for. He kissed her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the way his cock ravaged her pussy. The water made their bodies slick. And wet. Vanessa squirmed. She clawed his shoulders and kissed him back just as hard. She licked his neck to his collarbone.

“My turn.” She disengaged from him and got down to her knees. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his cock and licked his tip. A burst of salty flavor flooded her mouth. His pre-cum and her own juice. Liking what she tasted, she hunted for more creamy goodness. She sucked him in with one smooth swoop and stilled when his tip nudged the back of her throat.

Quinn groaned.

She deep-throated him. He was big, but she was proud of her one girly skill.

Quinn sounded amazed at what she’d done. “Wicked. I’ve never thought you’d be wicked.”

With his cock still in her mouth, Quinn grabbed her hair and gently angled his cock. He fucked her mouth. Her saliva dripped, mixed with the water from the shower. He pulled and thrust and pulled again.