CHAPTER 13: "MY SWEET TIGER ...."

Amber

God, his tongue. 

At first, I wondered if he made a mistake by not removing my underwear. Wouldn’t it be in the way? 

But then he started French-kissing my pussy through the fabric, and the latter became his accomplice. As his lips pressed in, I felt their shape and pressure while the rough surface did all the magic, and beautiful trembles rippled through. 

I sobbed in surprise, whimpering for more, and he grinded deeper, the fabric rubbing harder and harder until something inside soared to my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage—.

And in one fierce ripping, my underwear vanished—the fabric was replaced with the real thing: his lips and tongue. 

It was fucking crazy. The way he licked and dug, in a fierce hunger, through the swollen folds, along my moistened flesh, on that raw, sensitive bud…again and again. It felt different from the first time—he was more gentle, and the teasing more like a cajole than a reprimand. 

Like he wanted this more than I did, and he needed to make sure I love it too. 

And this thought amplified the sensations tearing through me. Ones I never knew existed. My body was heating up with an intense animalistic craving. 

“Your pussy’s opened, tiger.” Hunter's hot breath sent another squirming sizzle up my spine. “It’s breathing.” 

Oh my God, I didn't think dirty talk would be this…thrilling. 

“And it’s spilling.” He licked with his tongue and then his finger joined in. “It’s so wet. Why, tiger?”

Why indeed. 

I was staring at the bright ceiling, gasping for a breather, barely able to conjure up a word, let alone string a few together. 

“You!” I sobbed. 

“You're like this because of me?”

Like he didn't know. His voice was brimming with pride. 

“Yes—hah!” I shuddered because his finger had slipped inside me and was pushing in slowly through the walls. “Hunter,” I whimpered, wanting something but not sure what it was I. 

My hands were still on my knees but they were shaking with an urgent need for him to continue kissing me there. I can’t last for another second—. 

“Then, I can’t let it waste,” he breathed raspily. 

And his mouth crashed in.

The licking and digging continued, but with the prodding and sucking, both his mouth, tongue and fingers working in one orgasmic-fulfilling harmony.

Laps and laps of devouring pleasure crashed like waves inside me. Outside, I was grinding into the mattress, fisting the sheets and gasping for something more important than air, and the loud, wet slurping sounds crushed my ears.

“Hunter!” I had let go of my knees and was grabbing his head. 

I need him closer, deeper—PLEASE!

“Mmm,” he drank heartily, “my tiger’s juices are sweeter than honey.” 

“Hah… hah… Hunter! I think I'm—AH, HUNTER!”

And I convulsed in a shattering bliss whilst he continued chugging from my quivering lips. 

He ripped his shirt off then slid his warm body along mine, making sure every inch of my torching flesh grazed his cool skin, and more twitching sweet pleasure pricked my skin until his face was above me. 

“My sweet tiger,” he smiled proudly. “You came like a queen. You like that, huh?”

I nodded breathlessly, barely able to move a muscle. But I reached for his jaw and tugged it forward. “Kiss…,” I panted. 

And his mouth descended on mine. Then, he kissed me tenderly but deep-reaching while he entered me slowly. 

My eyes shot wide open. Surprise burst from my lips. “Mmph!”

He was much bigger than I remember, his muscles throbbing angrier. 

And I was stretched gloriously, in all directions, my walls burning to mold around him so his shape would be imprinted into my flesh. 

“Hah!” Pleasure yanked my lips away from him. I could only stare hard at the white sky because my entire focus was on that monstrosity filling me up. 

A trail of grunting kisses later, he groaned in my ear, “You’re still so tight, Am.” His body was completely pressing down on me, and we were snuggled tightly. “So fucking tight. As you were that night.”

“Hunter!” I sobbed, tears welling in my eyes. “I miss you so much!” 

“Fuck,” he inhaled sharply, “how much?” 

I chuckled. 

And his face was back above me, brows knitted in anger, gaze tender and concerned, fingers brushing my scalding cheeks. 

“I can’t really tell if you’re in pain or feeling good, tiger. You’re laughing and crying at the same time. What’s wrong?” 

I touched his jaw. “I like having you inside me. Is that weird?” 

His throat bobbed, his gaze frozen. And then, he looked furious again. 

“Why do you always say things to make me—.” 

And I panicked. “Please don’t be mad. I won’t say that again—.” 

“I’m not mad.” He smiled, his thumb wiped my brow. “I’m actually glad that you like it. And I like being inside you, tiger.” 

He kissed my palm and took a deep whiff. “And I love your scent.” 

“You do?” I huffed. “What does it smell like?” 

His golden eyes were back on me. “The kind that I love.” 

And he pinned my hand with the other above my head. 

“Don’t look away.” His forehead tightened. “I want to see it one more time: how everything unfolds in your beautiful eyes.” 

Carefully, he drew back—the tide receded—and then—. 

THRUST. 

“Hah!” I shuddered in bliss, my eyes wide with disbelief at how magnificent it could feel. 

And he grinned. 

“You love it, don't you, tiger,” he grunted and withdrew. “Again?” 

I could feel my skin trembling in sheer anticipation and whimpered anxiously. 

RAM. 

“There!” He groaned. “Love it, tiger?”

“Hah!” My throat threw out a hard moan and my body pushed itself into those hard, hot muscles. 

SLAM!

“Ha!” I cried harder. “I love it, Hunter!”

And his grin widened, his forehead creasing with focus. 

“You love it, huh?” His body enveloped me, confining me to his embrace as he growled into my ear. “I’ll make you love it even more. All your love is MINE.”

And he picked up speed. His throbbing cock growing in size and ferocity each time it drove in. 

And each time, the pleasure exploded inside like an atomic bomb. 

Soon, I was a crying mess, blabbering things only he could understand because he went faster, stronger. 

“Ah…Hunter…AH…HAH—it's so powerful…AH—so big…so strong…HAH—I'm dying…ah, OH MY GOD, PLEASE…Hunter's cock is the best!”

He chuckled. “You love my cock that much, huh Am?”  

“YES! FUCK, YES!” I was tensing up fiercely. “I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU! AH!”

Not stopping, he pulled back to take another look at me then lowered to capture my lips. 

And amidst his tongue’s fiery strokes, my crying continued in unison with the strong slapping sounds of our slick skins. 

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP….!

“Hunter!” I wept hard, “Please….”

He tore his lips away only to mould them at the curve of my neck. 

“A little more, tiger,” he sucked the skin there, “you can hold on, right?” 

“YES.” I sobbed. “But hurry!”

And he started pounding, powerful hits on the spot that sends the strongest currents. 

“Fuck, tiger, you're clenching up so nicely—” His grunts grew louder. 

“I love you, Hunter!” I cried madly. “I love you so fucking…so fucking much!”

PHWOP, PHWOP, PWHOP….

And I tipped over. 

A strong one seized me, and I was torn into a million pieces of sparkling bliss. 

“HUNTER!” I screamed. 

He held me close as my body shook like an earthquake, and I felt his heart pounding wildly against my ribcage.

“Argh, Am,” he grunted in deep pleasure. “You feel so goddamn good….” 

He leaned back to kiss my breast. “Is it good for you too—?”

Worried fingers brushed my face. “Hey….” He kissed my lips. “Are you hurt?” 

The need to catch my breath and cry made me choke in tears. 

And Hunter could only watch and wipe my damp cheeks. 

“Do you want to stop?” 

I shook my head. “I'm sorry.”

He frowned. “Are you hurt?” 

“No.” I cried harder. “It was really good.”

He chuckled. “Then, what is it, Am?” 

“Promise you won't get mad,” I sniffed. 

He chuckled harder but replied softly, “I won't.”

“I was thinking…that after this, you're going to forget everything again and fuck other women.” 

He looked at me with amazement, then fervently wiped my tears with kisses. 

“Then, I should worry too,” he muttered, “that you'll go out and meet other guys after this.”

“That's cause you fucked another woman right after we did it!” I sobbed angrily. “You and your stupid dick!”

And he laughed tenderly. 

“But you love me and my stupid dick, don't you?”

How can I not?! It's still inside me, wedged tightly, rock-hard and throbbing, growing each time I clenched—and my desires were rattled again.  

“Shut up!” I cried, fresh tears gushing. 

“Hush,” he framed my head in his arms and kissed my wailing mouth. 

“Don't do it!” I grabbed each side of his face. “At least not immediately, please!”

“So I can fuck anyone the day after—.” 

“What the hell! Am I really that bad?” I sobbed hard. “You just told me that I’m goddamn good! Am I not your best? You don’t like it—?!” 

He swooped down for my lips. I tried to push him away but it only made his tongue and his cock dive deeper; and a new moan of rapture silenced my struggles. 

“You’re the best,” he exhaled against my lips, “I swear.”  

“It’s hard to believe when you dressed up so handsomely tonight—.” I paused because he was flashing one of his devilish grins—the one I most loved. 

But then, I swallowed the sudden hard thump in my chest and pushed on. 

“Why else would you get into a tux if not to lure a wet pussy to your bed?” I ignored his frown and added. “Which of them caught your Blackness’ dick this time!”

His irises dilated with surprise at ‘the Blackness’. 

“None of them actually,” he breathed, his gaze suddenly serious, “because that one woman I wanted to lure kept running away from me.” 

I hiccuped in disbelief. “You wore the tux for me?” 

His cock started massaging my insides. 

“Now, I'm pissed, Am.”

A gasp of delight took me hostage. “You don't look pissed!”

Sweeping my thighs over his shoulder, he propped up like a push-up position and used his weight to plunge into me, to a new depth. 

And a new shuddering bliss bubbled up. 

“AH! Oh God…,” I gasped, “Hunter, wait!” 

But the mattress sprung him back only for gravity to plonk him right back into me, diving in another inch. 

“I'm fucking pissed, Am.” 

Another hard moan burst from my throat. “I—I really didn’t know! AH! But why—why the tux? HAH!”

“Because you told me to,” he grunted, his forehead creasing with intense focus, his face glistening with the scorching heat from my clenching walls.