Page 10 of Bria and the Tiger

“Hey! She’s mine.”

A hand landed on the tiger shifter’s arm and she pressed her lips together when he growled. “Get your hand off me, asshole.”

The snake hissed but released him, and the tiger shifter led her to the exit. She took deep breaths of the clean, fresh air as she followed him across the parking lot to his car.

He opened the door and she climbed in without a word, trying to keep herself from sticking her own damn fingers into her pussy as he started the car. He drove fast but she made a moan of dismay when he had to stop at a red light.

“Please,” she whispered. The need was back, throbbing deep in her pelvis like it had never found a moment of satisfaction, and she gave him a helpless look. “Please.”

He reached across and slid his hand under her skirt. She spread her legs, crying out when he rubbed at her clit.

She screamed as she orgasmed against his rough fingers. She shuddered and shook and clutched his wrist when he sank two fingers deep into her aching pussy. The light turned green and he stepped on the gas, keeping his eyes on the road even as his fingers plunged back and forth.

She humped his hand shamelessly, bracing one hand on the ceiling of the car as she rode his hand to another orgasm. She collapsed against the seat, keeping her hand locked around his wrist so he couldn’t remove his fingers from her pussy.

“Okay?”

“I need your cock,” she gasped. “Please.”

“Soon. I need my hand back, baby. Just for a minute.”

“No.”

“Give me my hand back and I’ll be fucking you in less than five minutes.”

“Do you promise?” She was ashamed at the way she was whining.

“I promise.”

She released his hand reluctantly, growling under her breath when he pulled his fingers free. He licked his fingers and she purred in response when he smiled at her. “Very nice.”

He pulled into a driveway and she was opening the door before he had even shut off the car. She ran to the front door, waiting impatiently as he joined her and unlocked the door. She was purring in anticipation and she leaped on him the moment he shut the door.

He hissed in pain and tugged her hands away from his back, ignoring her angry growl of displeasure. “You promised!”

“I know,” he said. “But let’s give my back a chance to heal.”

She snarled, and he squeezed her hand as she dropped her purse and kicked off her heels. He led her down the hallway.

“I’m not waiting for your back to heal,” she said heatedly. “I can’t wait, so if you’re not going to help me, then I’m fucking leaving and you can’t stop me.”

They were in his bedroom now and without speaking, he pushed her over the back of the armchair that was next to the small gas fireplace. He unzipped her skirt before raking it down her legs. He thrust the fingers of his left hand into her pussy as he worked at the buttons on his jeans with his right.

She moaned and drove back against his hand as he moved it rapidly back and forth.

“Your cock!” She gasped. “Give me your cock!”

“I’m working on it, honey,” he muttered.

Her yowl of displeasure turned into a moan of pure delight when his fingers were replaced with the blunt head of his cock. He speared into her, nearly lifting her off her feet. She tore at the fabric of the chair, her nails shredding it as he thrust back and forth.

Her orgasm hit her and as she was shuddering her way through the aftershocks, his hands were unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it from her body. He unhooked the clasps of her bra and she tossed it impatiently to the floor.

“So lovely,” he whispered as she straightened and then squeezed his cock with her inner walls.

He uttered a curse and cupped her breasts, his fingers flicking her nipples as he drove rhythmically in and out of her tight pussy. She squeezed around him and shrieked with pleasure as he pinched her nipples and sent her over the edge again.

“More,” she begged. He pulled out of her and lifted her easily.

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