ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Tiger Tamed (Tiger Shifter BBW Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Alpha Male Romance)

by Ava Frost

  He squeezed, and I moaned with pleasure, trembling, until at last he brought his hands away. “Sorry,” he said, as though suddenly he'd thought perhaps he'd gone too far too fast.

  “Don't be,” I said, “I loved it...” Then to prove it to him, I leaned in, and kissed him once more on the mouth. I brought my hand up to the crotch of his jeans, squeezing tightly, and he groaned with pleasure, pushing himself forward into me even more.

  After several seconds of kissing, he pulled back, and brought his hands to the hem of his t-shirt. He slid the tight, sweat soaked fabric off of himself. It melted along his form, dissolving along planes of insanely sexy muscle, and at last it fell to the floor. He stood before me for a moment, his nostrils flaring, his chest heaving, and I took him in, mesmerized by his wet, naked torso. He had broad, muscular pecs, and a series of sharp black stripes ran along the agonizing rungs of his six pack abdominals, making him look like a tiger- appropriate enough, given the almost predatory air that he seemed to possess about himself. And finally, sweeping down into his jeans, a twin set of deeply cut V-lines, pointed like an arrow to his thick, bulging treasure beneath the belt.

  He came back up to me, and closed around me with that powerful body of his. He put his mouth back onto mine, and kissed me wildly, more intensely than ever, his hands clutching greedily at my spine and his fingers beginning to sink into the flesh of my ass.

  “What about this, then?” he asked, peering into my eyes, letting his hands fall down along my body. “Do you like this?” And at that, he was suddenly reaching up between my legs, up into my skirt, and putting his fingers on the warm spot between my trembling thighs. He rubbed my pussy through the lacy black fabric of my panties, and the moist lips felt wonderful as they gave way beneath his touch, making me cringe all over with delight.

  “Well? Do you like it?” he asked, when I remained silent for too long, my head tilted back, my eyes closed, and my breath held.

  “Yes... Yes...” I moaned, and he dug up into me even harder, evoking an untold whimper of pleasure. I shook all over, and then he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He instead made his way up to the hem of my blouse, and with my head still spinning I allowed myself to be peeled out of it, the fabric dissolving from my body, and cast aside to the floor. Promptly, then, he was reaching for my skirt, his fingers grazing across my flesh as he began to push the thing down along my body, my panties out of place now but still on me as I shivered from the slight cold of the room.

  I stood pinned there before him in nothing but my underwear, the straps of my bra beginning to slide down along my shoulders as the two of us kissed, and my hand once again down hard against his crotch. He gave me a last kiss on the side of the neck before I pulled tenderly away from him. I slowly brought myself down along his body, buckling onto my knees with my head aligned with his crotch.

  He stepped back slightly, giving me some space, and he put his fingers lovingly through my hair, petting me gently as I went about my business. I reached up to him, unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and unzipped him. Then I plunged my hand down deep within his underwear, wrapping my fingers around him. I pulled his long, hot penis out into the open, the shaft sticky and glistening with pre-ejaculate, and the entire package, red swollen scrotum and all, looking far too delectable in that moment.

  I licked my lips hungrily at him, then reached up slowly, letting my grip close in around his cock. I began to push the skin of his shaft back and forth, moving it up, then down, pumping, sliding, savoring the light squelching sound as he continued to dribble jizz along into my thrusting grip. He sighed, and I just kept pumping faster and faster, loving the pleasure it gave him, and my bra now sliding so far out of place that I didn't really know what kept the fabric on me.

  Finally, I pushed the skin back against his base one last time, holding it taut. I licked my lips seductively, and then brought my face forward into him, my jaws parted. My lips dissolved around the engorged tip of his long, thick cock, and with flaring nostrils I pushed myself along him, swallowing inch by inch by agonizing inch of that immense, powerful dick. I had trouble containing all of him, struggling as I was with my gag reflex just then, but at last, with an immense effort, I managed to push my lips up all the way to his base, and his tip touched down against the back of my throat.

  I held steadily there for several seconds, then began to pull slowly back along him, building up an immense suction as I made my way up in the direction of his tip. Then, once I was there, I pushed back toward him once again, allowing the suction to dissipate, and a steady rhythm of pushing in and out beginning to get underway.

  He groaned with pleasure as I sucked him off, continuing to stroke my hair as I bobbed my head along his cock. My eyes peered up at him in a manner that made me look deceitfully innocent, and I loved the sound of him being pushed in and out of me, GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG. I twisted my tongue lovingly around his shaft as I choked myself repeatedly on him, eager to please, fluids welling up in my mouth and dribbling down my chin as I pushed and pumped and swallowed him whole.

  At last, I pushed my face forward one final time. He put his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. Holding, holding, holding, leaving my nostrils flaring as I struggled to breathe, and I braced myself for what I knew was about to happen.

  His buttocks clenched tightly together as climax shook through his form, and he ejaculated into my mouth, his hot, delectable fluids filling up my cheeks. The flavor of him was somehow sumptuous as I allowed myself to be filled to the brim with his molten essence, my lips overflowing with his sperm and my innocent eyes continuing to peer passively up at him. At last, once he'd been completely drained, he slowly pulled his drenched, sticky erection from of my mouth, leaving his fluids dripping slightly along my face, like I'd just been claimed as his own.

  He sighed with pleasure, giving his shaft a last few pumps with his wrist as though to wring out every last drop. I leaned in to lick away what was left, and then I rose up to full height, bringing my sticky white lips up to him, pressing them down against his mouth.

  We poured the warm load back and forth between our mouths as the two of us kissed, lapping and licking and swallowing, until at last every last drop of his ejaculate had been drained down either of our throats.

  I smiled lustfully at him, ready for more, and he brought me over to his bed, laying my body down upon its surface. He peeled out of his jeans, letting them sink to the floor, and his complete nudity looking absolutely perfect as he brought his body up onto me like a blanket.

  His erection was at about half-staff after having just ejaculated, but he was beginning to harden again quickly as he continued to ravish me. His hands were on my breasts again, pushing them around as he kissed me up above, and in a moment he was reaching behind me, undoing the clasp of my bra from behind my back. He peeled the cups away effortlessly from my tits, and it was the first touch of his palms against my naked breasts that caused his erection to return with full force yet again.

  His cock ground up against my abdomen as he kneaded my breasts, pushing them around my chest, sinking his fingers into them, filling them with sensations. Then, before I knew it, he was bowing his head down, putting his mouth to each one. He took each of my nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around them, and sinking his teeth into the flesh. He pulled back, causing them to become erect and sensitized, and then he released me, the agonized flesh settling gently back into place.

  Back, forth, back, forth he suckled on me, nursing on me as though his life depended upon it. I was panting, wheezing, my head spinning wildly. And just when I thought I could take no more of this splendid torment, he allowed his mouth to slip away from my breasts altogether. He began to move down along my body, running kisses along my heaving abdomen, putting his tongue in my navel, and then sliding his fingers up into the fabric of my panties, pulling them out of place on my body. I braced myself, every inch of me ready, yet trembling with trepidation as he slowly brought his fingers up toward me.

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sp; I flinched with the first touch of his fingers up against the flesh of my pussy, pushing the moist floral folds up and down, sliding it around, and then spreading it apart. He gently began to insert his digits into my hot, wet vagina, lightly pushing in and out of me, making me squeak with pleasure as he prodded my willing flesh. Then he dipped his head down between my open thighs, breathing me in, and his lips melting around those of my soft, luscious vagina.

  I moaned loudly, and he proceeded to eat me out, sliding his tongue in and out, back and forth, all over and round me. He slid his way through my moist folds, his head beginning to work up into a steady, rhythmic bob, pleasing me to excess as he spaded deeper and deeper into my burning, sensitized cunt. I felt like crying with desire, and I closed my eyes, putting my hand on the crown of his head, guiding him as he steadily ate me.

  He licked, and lapped, and devoured my pussy, letting himself push deeper and deeper, causing my legs to twist up around his head, crushing him inside me like a vice. For so long he ate me like this, the pleasure never letting up, but continuing to mount exponentially, until at last he put his fingers against my clitoris, rubbing and pressing down on it, and the dangerous cocktail of sensations setting me at last over the edge with pleasure.

  Orgasm raced through me wildly, causing my heart to pound and my pulse to ring in my ears. I screamed, my buttocks clenched, and with a last flurry of sensation the feeling dissolved, leaving me dizzy and content, yet immediately eager for the main event.

  He pulled his lips gently away from those of my vagina, and then began to climb up on top of me, his body looking tremendous in his current state of dominance, and my eyes once again fixated on the series of black, striped tattoos slashing along his torso.

  I shrieked, as much with surprise as pleasure, when he hoisted my legs up, spreading them apart and pushing my ankles up close to my ears. It made it pleasantly hard to breathe, and I smiled as he held his arms there, holding them in place. He climbed up onto me, sliding his shaft a few times up and down against my wet, open vagina. Then he gently placed his engorged tip against my opening, and I bit my teeth, bracing myself for him.

  He pushed his way inside me, and I breathed in deep as he made his way along. Inch after inch of that immense, veiny penis became buried deep inside my body, sliding inside to the point that his balls were pressed up against my vulva, and I was filled so deeply with his hugeness that I felt on the verge of bursting.

  He held steadily for several seconds, his nostrils flaring, building up the anticipation as I lay there beneath him. Then, slowly, he began to grind his pelvis back out of me, his dick grinding up against my folds as he extricated himself, then he pushed forward again, slamming hard back into me.

  I moaned, and steadily he began to pump, to thrust, to fuck me. Faster and faster, drilling deeper and deeper, my frenzied breathing continuing to amplify as he hurled his body deep into my tight folds. He stretched me out, slamming repeatedly down, his buttocks clenching and unclenching as he pounded my tight pussy, beginning to grunt, and to actually roar as he annihilated me, our wet genitals clapping wildly together.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned, trembling all over, and at last he hurled himself into me a final time, holding himself in place deep inside my body.

  Once more, he proceeded to ejaculate inside me, his load somehow even hotter, thicker, more intense this time despite having just unloaded inside my mouth. Pulse after pulse of his masculine essence came shooting through me, and an orgasm even more devastating than the first was set off bursting through my pelvis. My spine arched up from the bed, my toes curled, and the room seemed to spin in circles around me as I came harder than ever, struggling to breathe, and certain, somehow, that this man would be the end of me.

  Finally he pulled himself back out of me, the sensations dissipated, and the two of us collapsed, sweaty, exhausted and happy as hell.

  It occurred to me just then that this had been precisely what I needed to regain my hope in life, and to continue on living after the fallout with Trevor.

  Chapter 3

  Blaine and I had sex several more times throughout the course of the night, the man seemingly insatiable, and the next morning he seemed remiss to let me leave. As much as I'd wanted to keep emotions out of our night of passion together, it was clear that the two of us nonetheless shared an intense emotional connection, beyond just the sexual level, as tremendous as that had been in itself. We'd talked for hours in between our wild bouts of depraved, animalistic intercourse, and I'd gotten to feel quite affectionate toward him in the time since we'd met. There seemed to be something beneath his surface that gave him an air of mystery and danger, which was irrationally appealing to me, and I just couldn't bring it upon myself to sever our connection so quickly after it had been formed.

  I agreed to see him again, with the condition that we keep things simple. A friends with benefits relationship for now, I proposed, rather than any sort of commitment. I'd just gotten out of a rather tumultuous relationship, and I wasn't in the mood to let myself be caught up in something toxic once more after I'd just gotten through extricating myself from such a situation.

  It was agreed, then, and as I embarked on what would normally be considered the walk of shame from his place, I in fact felt giddy and lightheaded, the new chapter in my life starting out tremendously, and the future seeming bright for the first time in a very, very long while.

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  Over the course of the next few weeks, Blaine and I became more and more acquainted with one another, and I began to piece together more of a different side to my lover than what I'd originally been aware of. The positive attributes I'd noticed at first all still remained in place- he wasn't the same sort of deceitful and two-faced character that Trevor had eventually proven himself to be.

  But there definitely was something of a bad boy demeanor about him. To me it seemed like he spent too much time with his rowdy group of friends, and perhaps didn't take the world as seriously as I did. He seemed to feel a sense of isolation from the rest of the world, like he didn't quite have the motivation to gel with mainstream society because he felt he'd been rejected from it. I couldn't even begin to speculate as to the motives for such a demeanor, it was simply my interpretation. And I resolved to keep this relationship as simple and as straightforward as possible, which meant not digging deeper into his personal matters than I had any honest right to.

  His life choices were his to be made, and my choices were my own, and if there was one thing that Trevor had taught me, it was that that was the only real way a relationship could ever truly hope to function.

  Aside from this slight hang-up about his character, what the two of us shared felt redeeming, almost magical for a while, and it might have gone on splendidly had it not been for a sudden and expected twist in the course of events.

  One day, I discovered, much to my shock, that I was pregnant...

  I couldn't believe it... I didn't believe it, at first. I was on birth control, and it seemed completely wrong for me to find myself knocked up after finally having escaped from my emotionally abusive ex's hold over me.

  I put it out of my mind as long as I could, thinking that sooner or later my period would come back, and that having missed it had simply been a fluke as a result of the birth control hormones.

  But at last, when I could no longer stand the agony of not knowing, I forced myself to take a pregnancy test, and to confirm the worst.

  I was, in fact, pregnant. Very, very pregnant...

  Scared as hell, I didn't know what on earth I should do, and admittedly I panicked a bit. Maybe the sensible thing to have done would have been to get in touch with the child's father, let him know what had happened, and try sensibly to discuss what options we had on the table, and how we should proceed from that point onward.

  Yet, in spite of the fact that a part of me remained rational enough to know what I should do, there was a far more sentimental part of me that made me shirk away from takin
g that option. I kept trying to think about Blaine, to consider him as a father, and it was like I just couldn't imagine it. He seemed so wrong for the role, immersed as he always was in his brooding, bad boy behavior, hanging out with his cronies and doing very little in any way that could support me or the child growing inside me.

  I needed real support right now, and as much as I might have been attracted to Blaine under different circumstances, I simply couldn't envision him stepping up and taking on the role he needed to play in my life.

  As stupid as it was, as genuinely, deeply messed up as my mentality may have been in the matter, I found myself making a complete one-eighty now, resorting once more to a desperate hope than I should have known better than to subject myself to.

  I picked up the phone, and I called Trevor...

  I knew, even as I did it, that it was a foolish thing for me to do. If I was looking for “loving and supporting,” he seemed about the last source in the world to provide it. Yet in spite of myself, I had invested in him once a sense of security, as irrational as it may have been, and now that I desperately needed such a sense in my life's state of turmoil, I found myself crawling back to him on bended knee, begging for forgiveness.

  I disgusted myself...

  It took so much begging, so much making a fool out of myself, but eventually he'd accepted me back into his life. I'd told him I was pregnant, but in spite of myself I lied and told him that the child was his, and not that of some good time boy I'd met at a bar and who'd been the first person to bone me sense he and I split up. The timeline, of course, didn't fit perfectly, but I told him I was a bit further along in my pregnancy than I really was, so that it lined up more accurately with the date on which he and I had last had sex.

  And so, there I was, back into my old life again. My belly swelling, and my future once again in Trevor's hands, to be clutched tightly and done with whatever the hell he happened to see fit.