ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Tiger Tamed (Tiger Shifter BBW Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Alpha Male Romance) (2 page)

I took in a deep breath, reaching into my purse, and getting ready to pay and leave. But just as I slid the money down onto the counter, I heard a voice, starling me, calling me to attention.

“Excuse me, Miss? I'm sorry to bother you... But to be honest, I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen... What's a girl like you doing here all alone, if you don't mind me asking?”

I turned to face the man, missing a breath in my exhilaration, as the cycle seemed to begin all over again, and I found myself swooning for a stranger who I'd just barely met.

There was something dark and predatory in those eyes of his, yet I found myself instantly hypnotized by them, pulled irrevocably into his gaze.

I was resolute with myself this time. I promised myself, in no uncertain terms, that I wouldn't make the same mistake this time as I had with Trevor.

No emotional attachment...

I could permit myself the luxury of a one night stand; an evening of passionate, no strings fucking until the bed shook, to help me boost my self-esteem, and to tide me through this emotionally turbulent period of my life. But that was where I would draw the line. After the fact, there could be no sticking around. No letting myself fall victim to another man's imprisonment.

I would be careful this time, and I wouldn't allow myself to be hurt again.

Blaine was his name. And God, was he a charmer...

Though I'd planned to have to drink that evening, and cut myself off before I let things get out of hand, I nonetheless allowed him to buy me a shot or two or three, while he drank as well, and I gaged his performance to see whether he was indeed a worthy candidate for getting into my panties.

It frankly didn't take much convincing.

In no time, I found myself embroiled in effortless conversation with the man, engaged in laughter that wasn't at all forced, and the hands of the clock seemed to spin around and around until it became far later in the night than I'd realized.

Eventually, he'd leaned in and kissed me, slowly, passionately- my first kiss with a man since Trevor, and Lord did it make my head spin like a top.

It was gentle, tender, and tongueless, like he didn't want to assert too much of himself just yet, and wanted to gracefully ease me into things. I liked this, and found myself getting wet with desire for him, my knees trembling slightly as he pulled away from me.

We smiled gently at one another, and I found myself completely fascinated with him.

“I hope this isn't moving too quickly for you or anything,” he said, his eyes shifting around slightly, like suddenly, in spite of all his effortless suavity, he was feeling shy- and I thought this was the cutest thing in the world. “But, well... It's getting late... If you're interested, maybe we could go back to my place, and... See where things go?”

My chest suddenly felt tight, but I couldn't help but smile at him with enthusiasm, liking the idea very, very much just at that moment. “Yes... Yes, that might be nice,” I said, sounding a bit too formal, I thought, but he seemed pleased by my enthusiasm.

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Before long, we were back in his apartment, and the two of us were on one another like animals. He took me into his bedroom with him, and pinned me up against the wall, plying me with kisses, putting his mouth on any surface of my flesh he could possibly gain access to. I was panting like a beast, my breasts heaving, my head spinning as I struggled to contemplate whether or not it was wise for me to allow things to progress so quickly. I wanted it, so badly, yet it was this sense of urgency that made me question myself- as it was of the exact same feelings that had led me to being confined to Trevor for almost three years.

But in that moment, Blaine's kisses were just too sweet, too delectable, and the hot melting of his lips up against my own was entirely too satisfying to be ignored. I allowed myself to be swept up by him, adamant about my promise to myself that I wouldn't allow myself to become emotionally involved.

I kissed him fiercely sliding my tongue around his cheeks, twisting through him, tasting him, lapping him up and savoring his delicacy. I moaned, and felt my face heat up as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me, unable to get enough. I could begin to feel his penis hardening up against me, pushing through the tight black denim of his jeans, making me wetter and wetter as it scorched into my flesh, and fuck, how it made me want him...

He kissed, and kissed, then let his lips fall to the side of my neck, devouring my throat, sinking his teeth heavily into me to the point that I could feel him leaving a mark. I whimpered with pleasure, rolling my head around as he ravished me, and I'm not sure that even he realized it when his hands came up to my chest, fingers sinking into my breasts through the fabric of my blouse.

He squeezed, and I moaned with pleasure, trembling, until at last he brought his hands away. “Sorry,” he said, as though suddenly he'd thought perhaps he'd gone too far too fast.

“Don't be,” I said, “I loved it...” Then to prove it to him, I leaned in, and kissed him once more on the mouth. I brought my hand up to the crotch of his jeans, squeezing tightly, and he groaned with pleasure, pushing himself forward into me even more.

After several seconds of kissing, he pulled back, and brought his hands to the hem of his t-shirt. He slid the tight, sweat soaked fabric off of himself. It melted along his form, dissolving along planes of insanely sexy muscle, and at last it fell to the floor. He stood before me for a moment, his nostrils flaring, his chest heaving, and I took him in, mesmerized by his wet, naked torso. He had broad, muscular pecs, and a series of sharp black stripes ran along the agonizing rungs of his six pack abdominals, making him look like a tiger- appropriate enough, given the almost predatory air that he seemed to possess about himself. And finally, sweeping down into his jeans, a twin set of deeply cut V-lines, pointed like an arrow to his thick, bulging treasure beneath the belt.

He came back up to me, and closed around me with that powerful body of his. He put his mouth back onto mine, and kissed me wildly, more intensely than ever, his hands clutching greedily at my spine and his fingers beginning to sink into the flesh of my ass.

“What about this, then?” he asked, peering into my eyes, letting his hands fall down along my body. “Do you like this?” And at that, he was suddenly reaching up between my legs, up into my skirt, and putting his fingers on the warm spot between my trembling thighs. He rubbed my pussy through the lacy black fabric of my panties, and the moist lips felt wonderful as they gave way beneath his touch, making me cringe all over with delight.

“Well? Do you like it?” he asked, when I remained silent for too long, my head tilted back, my eyes closed, and my breath held.

“Yes... Yes...” I moaned, and he dug up into me even harder, evoking an untold whimper of pleasure. I shook all over, and then he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He instead made his way up to the hem of my blouse, and with my head still spinning I allowed myself to be peeled out of it, the fabric dissolving from my body, and cast aside to the floor. Promptly, then, he was reaching for my skirt, his fingers grazing across my flesh as he began to push the thing down along my body, my panties out of place now but still on me as I shivered from the slight cold of the room.

I stood pinned there before him in nothing but my underwear, the straps of my bra beginning to slide down along my shoulders as the two of us kissed, and my hand once again down hard against his crotch. He gave me a last kiss on the side of the neck before I pulled tenderly away from him. I slowly brought myself down along his body, buckling onto my knees with my head aligned with his crotch.

He stepped back slightly, giving me some space, and he put his fingers lovingly through my hair, petting me gently as I went about my business. I reached up to him, unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and unzipped him. Then I plunged my hand down deep within his underwear, wrapping my fingers around him. I pulled his long, hot penis out into the open, the shaft sticky and glistening with pre-ejaculate, and the entire package, red swollen scrotum and all, looking far too delectable in that moment.

I licked my lips hungrily at him, then reached up slowly, letting my grip close in around his cock. I began to push the skin of his shaft back and forth, moving it up, then down, pumping, sliding, savoring the light squelching sound as he continued to dribble jizz along into my thrusting grip. He sighed, and I just kept pumping faster and faster, loving the pleasure it gave him, and my bra now sliding so far out of place that I didn't really know what kept the fabric on me.

Finally, I pushed the skin back against his base one last time, holding it taut. I licked my lips seductively, and then brought my face forward into him, my jaws parted. My lips dissolved around the engorged tip of his long, thick cock, and with flaring nostrils I pushed myself along him, swallowing inch by inch by agonizing inch of that immense, powerful dick. I had trouble containing all of him, struggling as I was with my gag reflex just then, but at last, with an immense effort, I managed to push my lips up all the way to his base, and his tip touched down against the back of my throat.

I held steadily there for several seconds, then began to pull slowly back along him, building up an immense suction as I made my way up in the direction of his tip. Then, once I was there, I pushed back toward him once again, allowing the suction to dissipate, and a steady rhythm of pushing in and out beginning to get underway.

He groaned with pleasure as I sucked him off, continuing to stroke my hair as I bobbed my head along his cock. My eyes peered up at him in a manner that made me look deceitfully innocent, and I loved the sound of him being pushed in and out of me,
GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG.
I twisted my tongue lovingly around his shaft as I choked myself repeatedly on him, eager to please, fluids welling up in my mouth and dribbling down my chin as I pushed and pumped and swallowed him whole.

At last, I pushed my face forward one final time. He put his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. Holding, holding, holding, leaving my nostrils flaring as I struggled to breathe, and I braced myself for what I knew was about to happen.

His buttocks clenched tightly together as climax shook through his form, and he ejaculated into my mouth, his hot, delectable fluids filling up my cheeks. The flavor of him was somehow sumptuous as I allowed myself to be filled to the brim with his molten essence, my lips overflowing with his sperm and my innocent eyes continuing to peer passively up at him. At last, once he'd been completely drained, he slowly pulled his drenched, sticky erection from of my mouth, leaving his fluids dripping slightly along my face, like I'd just been claimed as his own.

He sighed with pleasure, giving his shaft a last few pumps with his wrist as though to wring out every last drop. I leaned in to lick away what was left, and then I rose up to full height, bringing my sticky white lips up to him, pressing them down against his mouth.

We poured the warm load back and forth between our mouths as the two of us kissed, lapping and licking and swallowing, until at last every last drop of his ejaculate had been drained down either of our throats.

I smiled lustfully at him, ready for more, and he brought me over to his bed, laying my body down upon its surface. He peeled out of his jeans, letting them sink to the floor, and his complete nudity looking absolutely perfect as he brought his body up onto me like a blanket.

His erection was at about half-staff after having just ejaculated, but he was beginning to harden again quickly as he continued to ravish me. His hands were on my breasts again, pushing them around as he kissed me up above, and in a moment he was reaching behind me, undoing the clasp of my bra from behind my back. He peeled the cups away effortlessly from my tits, and it was the first touch of his palms against my naked breasts that caused his erection to return with full force yet again.

His cock ground up against my abdomen as he kneaded my breasts, pushing them around my chest, sinking his fingers into them, filling them with sensations. Then, before I knew it, he was bowing his head down, putting his mouth to each one. He took each of my nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around them, and sinking his teeth into the flesh. He pulled back, causing them to become erect and sensitized, and then he released me, the agonized flesh settling gently back into place.

Back, forth, back, forth he suckled on me, nursing on me as though his life depended upon it. I was panting, wheezing, my head spinning wildly. And just when I thought I could take no more of this splendid torment, he allowed his mouth to slip away from my breasts altogether. He began to move down along my body, running kisses along my heaving abdomen, putting his tongue in my navel, and then sliding his fingers up into the fabric of my panties, pulling them out of place on my body. I braced myself, every inch of me ready, yet trembling with trepidation as he slowly brought his fingers up toward me.

I flinched with the first touch of his fingers up against the flesh of my pussy, pushing the moist floral folds up and down, sliding it around, and then spreading it apart. He gently began to insert his digits into my hot, wet vagina, lightly pushing in and out of me, making me squeak with pleasure as he prodded my willing flesh. Then he dipped his head down between my open thighs, breathing me in, and his lips melting around those of my soft, luscious vagina.

I moaned loudly, and he proceeded to eat me out, sliding his tongue in and out, back and forth, all over and round me. He slid his way through my moist folds, his head beginning to work up into a steady, rhythmic bob, pleasing me to excess as he spaded deeper and deeper into my burning, sensitized cunt. I felt like crying with desire, and I closed my eyes, putting my hand on the crown of his head, guiding him as he steadily ate me.

He licked, and lapped, and devoured my pussy, letting himself push deeper and deeper, causing my legs to twist up around his head, crushing him inside me like a vice. For so long he ate me like this, the pleasure never letting up, but continuing to mount exponentially, until at last he put his fingers against my clitoris, rubbing and pressing down on it, and the dangerous cocktail of sensations setting me at last over the edge with pleasure.