Single Weretiger DILF

The sweet, sharp smell of her sex filled his nostrils and wrapped around his senses so warmly that he swore he could already taste her. But imagination wasn’t enough.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Juliette.”

He put his hands on her hips and pushed her slacks down, hooking her underwear with his thumbs and dragging them along. They were soaked, wet enough that her slacks had started to look dark between her legs.

I did that.

Wilhelm growled and wrapped his arms around her, and in one smooth move he turned them and lowered her to the rug. The design looked Turkish, probably handmade and incredibly expensive, but Wilhelm couldn’t have cared less if they ruined it. On his knees next to her, he pulled her pants the rest of the way off, taking her shoes with them, leaving her bare from the waist down.

Her shirt hung open where he’d popped off the buttons, and one breast was bare with the fabric crumpled beneath it. He freed her other breast, slipping the bra below it, and straddled her thighs so he could cup both her beautiful tits in his hands. He sucked one nipple, then the other.

Juliette’s hands moved over his arms and his back, pulling at him, sometimes clawing, and then trying to remove his shirt. Wilhelm sat up and pulled it off with no concern for his buttons either, then tossed it aside. Her hands were already traveling over the planes of his stomach and chest.

He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her until her lips were dark pink and swollen. As she looked up at him, he unzipped his pants with one hand and pulled himself free, groaning at the ache of need he felt. He was so hard he thought he might break his zipper before he could get it down.

He shifted and knelt between her calves, giving her a better view of him. He wanted her to see how hard she made him. Then he raised up to push his pants and underwear down enough that he could lean forward and kick them the rest of the way off. Juliette reached for him to come back up to her, but the scent of her pussy called out to him.

With a glance up at her shimmering eyes, Wilhelm leaned down to slip his tongue into her slick folds.

Juliette’s back arched as she cried out. Her long fingers that he’d watched roll tiny rosebuds of dough morning after morning sank into his hair, pulling just the right amount. He flicked her swollen clit with his tongue and groaned at the way her whole body reacted. He filled her with two fingers and sucked lightly on the bud to feel her tighten around him again.

And then he plunged his tongue inside her, tasting her and learning her contours and the places that made her writhe.

“Wilhelm,” she pleaded, tugging a fistful of his hair. “Oh God, please.”

He looked up at her, licking his lips, and moved to hover over her.

“Say it again,” he breathed, desperately wanting to hear the words once more.

“Fuck me, Wilhelm. I need you inside me …”

He rocked forward and sank inside of her, both of their bodies tightening as they came together as naturally as breathing. Wilhelm could see that sense of rightness in Juliette’s eyes, sparkling golden as her tiger asserted itself.

He didn’t move for a moment, he didn’t want this feeling to end, and then Juliette growled softly and said, “Take me, Wilhelm. Make me yours.”

Wilhelm wasn’t much for words. He was a man of action. But her words found a place inside him where he knew they’d always stay. They mattered, and he needed her even more.

“Gonna fuck you and make you mine,” he ground out.

“Yes,” Juliette gasped. “Fuck me.”

Wilhelm rocked his hips back until he almost left her body, then pressed forward again, filling her and marveling at the tight heat of her. Within a few minutes, he’d fallen into a rhythm of snapping his hips back and plunging into her more slowly because of the noises she made each time and the way she arched her body to meet his, impatient at his pace.

This woman could drive him to distraction, he realized. It wouldn’t just be pleasant thoughts of her during the day and wondering what it would take to get her to go to dinner with him. Now he’d be imagining the silky grip around his cock and the soft, sexy look in her eyes. How she tasted. How her breasts heaved when she came.

How he was already on edge and wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen … especially like this. When you’re about to come for me.”

Juliette shuddered beneath him, clearly pleased at the praise. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making it impossible to delay any longer.

He slipped a hand between them and thumbed her clit in quick taps and circles. “Come for me, tigress. Come for me now.”

He kissed her and swallowed her shout of pleasure as her body clenched and rocked up. Her walls gripped him so tightly that he shivered and lost himself, breaking the kiss long enough to gasp and then groan her name as he pulsed deep inside her. Her body milked him of every drop, spasm after spasm of pleasure draining him as her pussy fluttered

and her orgasm came in waves.

Finally, she stilled, panting, with Wilhelm above her capturing her lips every few breaths. Reluctantly, he slid out of her and pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses against her cheek and temple.