She watches with wide, aroused eyes as I walk us toward the sofa. Without warning, I toss her onto the leather and stand before her. My zipper is halfway down, and now that I’m standing, she can see my cock clearly.
She quickly shuffles backward on her elbows, trying to escape, but it’s too fucking late. There is no going back now. “I haven’t done this in a very long time,” she confesses, a flush spreading across her creamy skin.
Her admission pleases me more than it should.
Looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes, I crumple. “Neither have I,” I declare, which results in her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline.
I want to enjoy her, I really do, but I can’t. The damaged voices inside my head won’t let me. I don’t know how to “make love” because what the fuck is love? I can fuck, but love…I cannot.
“On all fours,” I command, stepping out of my boots and socks.
She watches me like a scared little rabbit, but when I stand unmoving, waiting, she does as she’s told.
Slowly, she turns around and faces the pillows with her ass high in the air. Her heavy breathing indicates she’s nervous, and she should be. Coming up behind her, I run a hand down her spine. A whimper escapes her when I cup her beautiful ass.
Her dress rides up, exposing her small black underwear. It’s in the way. With a sharp tug, I rip them from her, but what I see…holy fuck. I take a step backward, needing a second or two.
Her pink pussy is bare, and her ass is firm and round. I want to take a bite. My cock throbs, desperate to be lost in this perfection, desperate to silence the monster within. Dropping my jeans, I step closer and slip two of my fingers into her mouth.
She suckles them, knowing what I want. Her tongue works circles around them, and when she bites down softly, I hiss because it’s exactly what I want. Once I’m lathered, I reach around her hip and sink my fingers into a warmth I never want to leave.
Her pussy welcomes me deep, sucking me into the abyss. She groans, shuddering around my fingers. I’m surprised to find her already wet. In and out, I begin to pump, then circle her clit with my thumb. She bounces against me, whimpering when I show no mercy and stretch her wide.
I can’t fucking stand it. I need in. “Condoms are in th-there,” she stutters, pointing at a bowl on the table. It sickens me this is within reach, but I’m too worked up to ask her if she’s utilized the contents of this bowl before.
With fingers still buried deep, I reach out with my other hand and flip open the lid, retrieving a gold packet. Bringing it to my mouth, I tear open the wrapper, and without pause, I roll it onto my cock. Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, I grip her hips and slowly drag her backward onto my shaft.
Inch by inch, she takes me inside her, and inch by inch, I die a small death. She is so tight, so impossibly tight, and I feel her muscles stretching, adjusting to my size.
“Oh, god,” she whimpers, clawing at the top of the sofa with one hand while she braces the other against the wall for support.
Her pleas feed my corruption, and I slam into her, a guttural grunt escaping me. The force pushes her forward.
I am so fucking deep inside her; I need a moment to process this surreal reality. I haven’t been with a woman in so long. I’ve forgotten how they feel, forgotten how they have the ability to turn a man into a savage. This is fucking ecstasy.
Gripping her hips, I begin fucking her hard. She bounces against me, moaning and writhing. Each time I pull out, her body shudders, welcoming me back as I slam into her. Her pussy sucks me in, the warmth, the softness a drug to me. I can’t get enough. I place my foot on the sofa to enter her at a deeper angle.
“Fuck!” she screams, still ripping the couch to shreds.
From the sounds spilling from her, she seems to be enjoying herself, but something comes over me, and I wonder if I’m doing it right. I doubt the act of fucking has changed since I’ve been inside, but I wonder if it feels good. It sure as shit feels good for me.
I can’t help myself. The kinks in life feed my depravity because I like to inflict pain. It gets me off. I was never a saint, always a sinner. And my Tiger is the same.
She matches me stroke for stroke, bouncing back on me as I sink into her. I can’t get enough and wind her long hair around my fist, yanking back her head. She grunts, growing lax as I dig my fingers into her waist and continue to fuck her senseless.
I’m possessing her, owning her, and she lets me. Transfixed by the sight of my cock sinking into her pussy, I slow my tempo, watching the way we unite as one. She is beautiful, everywhere. And I can’t help but feel as though I’m polluting that beauty.
Gripping her ass, I spread her open and hiss when she sinks onto my shaft, moaning in utter ecstasy. “Oh, Bull,” she cries, desperate for me to pay attention to her clit, but I don’t. I never want this to end.
She collapses onto her elbows and lifts her ass higher in the air. I almost come right then and there because I am so deep inside her, I don’t know where I end and she begins. She is so flexible, her dancer body lithe and strong.
I continue slamming into her, each thrust sucking me in deep. By this stage, Tiger is limp, surrendering everything she is over to me. I am wound up so tightly by her submission, and I smack her ass—hard. The red handprint I leave behind is just another step closer to my demise. She reaches between her legs and begins rubbing over her clit. I slap it away, drawing out her gratification.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Let me c-come.”
“Not until you tell me you’re coming back to The Pink Oyster.” My voice is riddled with craving, and it surprises me. It’s been so long since I’ve given a fuck about anything.
“No.”
Her refusal has me taking it out on her ass as I spank her again. She jars forward with the pressure, but she still doesn’t buckle.
“Tiger, don’t make me hurt you.”
“You w-won’t,” she challenges, which has my demons roaring to the surface, ready to prove her wrong. But I’m coming to learn my threats only spur her on. She likes the danger, the fear—it turns her on.
Linking my arms through hers, I yank her upward. Keeping her hands locked behind her, I brutalize her in the most delicious of ways. She’s trapped, the dip of her spine accentuating her beautiful supple ass. Images of defiling it smash into me, and I’m possessed as I fuck her without apology.
Our bodies are slick, and the noises are primal. Tiger is taking over my mind, body, and soul. I am fucked—in every literal way there is.
“You’re leaving here. Tonight.”
“Fuck…you.” Before I have a chance to reprimand her again, she arches her back and circles her hips, before slamming onto me and showing me who the fuck is running this show. “The only thing I’m doing tonight is…coming.”
She throws back her head, the smell of cherry blossoms enveloping me, before Tiger screams and a tremor I feel all the way to my balls rocks her body. She milks my cock, pleasured sounds spilling from her lips.
It’s suddenly too much because the knowledge of her coming because of me—of me causing pleasure, not pain—tips me over the edge, and with two quick pumps, I come in waves of utter carnality. It doesn’t stop, and my body vibrates so hard, I leave indents in Tiger’s skin as I grip her before I fade away.