Tonight wasn’t part of my plan.
I had a strategy. A way to earn her, step by step, without overwhelming her, without pushing too hard.
But plans change.
Because when she looks at me like that—soft and uncertain and wanting me despite all that?
Yeah, I’m not stopping.
Not when she chose this—me.
My hands move over her again, slower now, deliberate.
Learning and memorizing every inch of her.
Every curve.
Every reaction.
Every little breath she tries to hide.
I move to my knees, bringing her with me. Her ass is practically sitting on my lap, her breasts are thrust out as her back arches and my hands grip her hips as I move her where I want her, where I need her.
“Rob…” she says my name like a question, like a warning, like a plea all at once.
“I’ve got you,” I growl quietly, feeling my cock slide even deeper.
And I mean it. I do.
Her arms go over her head, fingers tangling in the sheets, and I rock into her. Gods, we’re so close like this. It’s so good.
I increase my pace. Watching her tits bounce up and down as I fuck into her good and deep.
Her lashes flutter. Her pussy squeezes.
And I know she’s close.
“You gonna come for me, Cookie?”
“Oh Gods, please. I’m so close. Don’t stop!”
As if I would.
No, I work harder. I pound into her, lifting her hips and slamming her down, fucking her on my dick.
And it’s so damn good.
I feel her pussy tighten, and I know the second she’s going to explode. I move forward, spreading her legs wide.
I cover her with my body, grinding into her as she starts to come.
“Oh! Oh, Rob!”
I feel her nails raking down my back and something in my chest tightens hard.
She keeps on coming, dragging me over the edge with her, and my Tiger roars as my balls tighten and my cock starts to spill my seed inside of her.
My fangs elongate, but I don’t dare press my mouth to her skin.
