“You’re killing me,” he gritted out, bowing his head to kiss the curve of my breast.
“I just want to make you feel better,” I argued arching my back, pushing out my chest. “Think I can do that?”
I ground myself against his thigh as my teeth sank into my lower lip, I took his hands and worked them over my body until each hand grabbed a breast. Thatta’ boy.
“My Kitten’s a little tease,” he growled, squeezing my tits. It hurt and felt like ecstasy at the same time, making me crave his mouth on them. I was hoping he’d use more than just his tongue and treat me to his teeth. There was an animal caged inside of Riggs and I wanted to be the girl who unleashed it.
“Maybe you’re not the only one feeling a certain kind of way,” I whispered, against his ear before taking his earlobe between my teeth.
“Say it, Kitten. Tell me how you’re feeling,” he demanded, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “Christ, your tits are perfect,” he growled, pushing them together before burying his face between them.
“I’m just as horny as you,” I panted, riding his leg, desperate for any sort of friction and frustrated that I wasn’t getting what I needed. I pushed him back, climbed off his lap and grabbed his hands forcing him to his feet. “You sure you’re up for this?” I asked, glancing at his nasty eye.
“You gonna send me to the couch with blue balls, Kitten?”
“Just making sure you’re up for the ride,” I said, taking his hands and wrapping them around me as I led him out of the bathroom.
“Who’s riding who?” He asked, sliding his hands beneath the elastic of my leggings.
“Oh, Tiger, I’m riding you,” I affirmed, turning around in his arms and walking backward into the bedroom. I shimmied the leggings down my legs, along with my thong, and kicked them off the rest of the way. I could see his erection bulging against his sweats and moved closer to him, palming his cock before circling his body.
Tight ass.
Broad shoulders.
My Tiger was easy on the eyes, that’s for sure.
I rounded him and stared at his chiseled chest and the v that dipped into his sweats. I decided Riggs may not be mine forever, but he was mine for now, and for now I’d enjoy him. I pushed him toward the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress.
“Lay down,” I ordered, pushing down his shoulders until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I slipped my hands inside his pants, dragging them down his legs. He was completely nude and his dick was pulsing for me. I positioned myself on my knees, placing a hand on each of his thighs and forced them wide open. I let my hands feel their way up and down his calves and thighs as I leaned into him and brushed my tits against his dick.
His hands fisted my hair and he pulled me back, forcing me to arch as he leaned down, his mouth finding the base of my neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh before his lips worked it over, applying just the right amount of pressure to leave a mark. His mouth went to work, traveling from my neck, across my collar bone, down to the swell of my breasts, leaving his mark all over my skin
Riggs was branding me...
His Kitten…
His property…
All his.
Property of the Tiger. Little did he know with every mark he drew with his mouth, I drew one of my own. My branding may not have been visible to him but it was to me. Every touch, every sweep of my tongue against the bruises that marked his skin, branded him mine.
Mine to take care of.
Even if it was only for tonight.
I pulled back, trying again to take his cock into my mouth, to lick his arousal that glistened from his thick head, but again he forced my head back so my eyes met his.
“You wrap that sweet mouth of yours around my cock and this will be over before it even started,” he grunted. “Get up here, Kitten, let me lick you,” he said.
“I want tonight to be about making you feel good,” I protested.
“Make me feel a fuck of a lot good, getting to taste that pussy of yours,” he swore, as I stood up maneuvering myself so I was straddling him. He laid back against the mattress and stared up at me, reaching around to dig his fingers into my ass. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he whispered. “Come on, give it to me, girl,” he coaxed.
I bit the inside of my cheek and he grabbed my ass, dragging my body over his, my knees dipping into the mattress on either side of his head. He took hold of my hips, lifting me up before he raised his head from the mattress and pressed his mouth against my core.
He groaned like a starving animal, taking that first taste of his prey, and I lost my mind.
Gone.
See ya.
Everything faded, and all that existed was Riggs.