lifted up to sit. He tore at his boots and socks and just tossed them aside. He rose quickly to his feet and grabbed the front of his pants. His gaze held hers.
“Don’t fear me. I won’t hurt you.”
Zandy wiggled enough to rise, bracing her bent elbows behind her. “Show me.”
Desire narrowed his eyes and her gaze lowered to watch intently as he released the snap and the zipper. He allowed the pants to slide down once they were open, revealing black boxer briefs. She held back a gasp when she got clearer look at how much he wanted her. He bent, blocked her view of his cock and removed the pants completely. He straightened once more and his thumbs hooked the waist of his underwear.
“We’ll take it slow.”
“Just take them off.”
His chest expanded as he sucked in a deep breath. “Please don’t change your mind. It would kill me.”
A grin twisted her lips. “I can handle it.”
The material lowered torturously slowly, as if he wanted to draw it out as long as possible. She appreciated the feeling of anticipation until the cotton lowered enough for his rigid cock to spring free. Her lips parted and she had to remember to breathe. Tiger was bigger than any man she’d ever seen. The shaft was thick and long and the tip of his cock curved a little upward with a fuller mushroom tip.
“Oh wow.”
He froze and stared at her. “What does that mean? Are you afraid?”
“Nope. Just go slow.”
The look of relief on his face was near comical to Zandy but she felt a little bad, wondering if he had reason to be so worried. Had some woman seen that bad boy and run from him? She wasn’t timid though. There weren’t too many challenges that she’d back down from, especially if they looked like something out of her hottest fantasy.
He kicked away the briefs and dropped to his knees. One hand clutched her ankle and lifted, spread her thighs wider and his gaze fixed on her exposed pussy. He made a sexy sound—between a soft growl and a near purr.
“You have hair.”
She licked her lips. “Do you prefer it all gone? It’s just a little strip.”
He let go of her ankle and bent over until his face was right above her spread thighs. “I like it a lot.” He inhaled and groaned. “So good.”
She’d never had a man do that before but it seemed to turn him on more. One of his hands gripped her inner thigh and calloused fingertips made her shiver in the best way as he caressed her.
“I want to taste you but I want inside you just as bad.” His gaze lifted. “You’re so wet and ready for me.”
Zandy collapsed onto her back and lifted her arms to reach for him. “As good as that sounds, I want you right now.”
He crawled over her and lowered his big body until she could feel his hot, thick cock against her inner thigh. They were belly to belly and his mouth sought hers. He kissed her as if it were the end of the world. It was so feverish and frantic it drove her a little out of her mind. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Her hips wiggled, trying to urge him on and she moaned when he adjusted his body a little higher until the incredibly rigid length of his cock pressed against the seam of her pussy.
He rocked his hips to rub the length of his cock against her clit. It was easy to do since she was soaked with her need for him. It felt so good she had to tear her mouth from his or risk biting him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin.
“Please,” she pleaded.
His head burrowed against her neck and he placed hot, wet kisses on her throat, which she bared for him. The feel of the sharp points of his fangs registered and it turned her on more. He could have bitten into her at that point and she wouldn’t have cared. He hadn’t even entered her and she was ready to come.
He spread his thighs, forcing hers wider apart and rolled his hips in a way that made his cock press tighter against the bundle of nerves.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
He stopped
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