Page 10 of Tiger on the Prowl

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Olivia stared into Jay’s eyes, surprise flickering in them.

“Are you sure you want that?” he asked.

She squeezed his cock, loving how it twitched under her touch. She’d never felt so satisfied from sex, and she wanted Jay to feel the same way.

“Take them off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as if he were in the military, and she his commanding officer.

When he took off his black boxer briefs, she laid eyes on his cock for the first time. She’d felt that he was big, but now she saw the full extent of it. He was enormous—and beautiful. His cock was hard, and pre-cum was already seeping from the tiny hole on its tip. Thick veins snaked around his shaft, and when she wrapped her palm around him, she felt the velvety soft skin covering the steel-hard rod. She sucked in a breath. She wanted to feel him inside her. He would stretch her, would barely fit, but she wanted to feel him thrust into her nevertheless.

“Lie down on your back,” she ordered, and he complied.

She swept her eyes over his body. He was muscular where it counted and lean everywhere else. His hips were narrow, and there was barely any hair on his chest. His cock stood erect amidst a bed of dark curls. Olivia slid between his spread thighs and leaned down. She dipped her head to his cock, her tongue already darting out to lick him, when she heard him inhale sharply.

“Fuck!” he hissed.

She swept her lids up and caught his gaze. His eyes seemed to blaze with lust, and at the sight, a feeling of power surged inside her. It struck her right then: Jay would surrender to her, just like she’d surrendered to him. She’d never particularly enjoyed giving a guy a blow job, but what she saw in Jay’s eyes made her excited about taking his cock into her mouth and pleasuring him until he begged her to stop.

Olivia licked over the bulbous tip of his shaft and tasted the salty drops covering the crown. She inhaled his masculine scent and wrapped her lips around the tip of his erection, then licked it to lubricate it, before she put her hand around the base and took him into her mouth as deep as she could.

Jay groaned as if in pain and gripped her shoulders. “Fuck, Olivia! Are you trying to make me spill in under two seconds?”

She didn’t bother replying, but slowly lifted her head to release part of his cock. She kept its tip in her mouth and sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the motion.

“Fuck, you’re good!” he rasped.

His comment pleased her, and she slid down on him again. This time she tried to loosen her jaw so she could take him deeper. With her free hand she gripped his balls and squeezed the tight sac gently. Jay’s cock spasmed in her mouth, and he moaned. But he didn’t make her withdraw, didn’t demand she let go of his balls. Instead, he thrust his hips up, demanding she move up and down on him. She followed his unspoken command, and withdrew, then descended again. Her tempo increased, and she now moved her hand around his root in the same rhythm and speed.

Jay’s hands on her shoulders moved to the back of her head, guiding her, not forcing her. She liked that, because it meant he accepted that she was in charge. For the first time during sex with a man, she felt that she was the dominant partner, that she was the one who called the shots. It didn’t matter that Jay was so much bigger and stronger than her, because he was surrendering his power to her.

“Baby,” he suddenly called out. “You’ve gotta stop, or I’ll come.”

She let his cock plop from her mouth and looked up at him. “I thought that was the point.”

He chuckled. “It is, but I’d rather come inside your pussy.”

Olivia smiled at him and crawled up.

“How about you ride me?” Jay asked. “You’ll be in control.”

“I like that.” She bent across to the nightstand and opened the top drawer. She pulled a condom from it and ripped the package open, ready to roll it over Jay’s cock.

“I’d better do that myself,” he said and took the condom from her hand. “I’m afraid if you do it, I’ll climax immediately.”

“Are you always that easily aroused?”

He started rolling the condom over his cock and tossed her a look. “Do you always look so sexy?”

He thought her sexy? She’d never seen herself as sexy. Pretty, yes, but more in a nice-girl kind of way.

“God, you don’t even know how hot you are, do you?” he asked and pulled her on top of him, so her legs dropped to either side of his hips.

He adjusted his cock to line it up with her pussy, then met her eyes. “Take me inside you when you’re ready. Take all the time you need so it won’t hurt. I might be a little big.”

“A little big?” She shook her head laughing. “I’d call it huge.” Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, his cock parting her nether lips. She felt how her muscles stretched, and so far only the bulbous head of his cock was inside her. “Make that enormous,” she corrected herself.