Page 4 of Deadly Tiger's Single Dad Crush

“Tigers are masters of stealth, often stalking their prey silently before launching a surprise attack from close range.” I feel a little embarrassed when I gesture again. Back at the zoo, I’d be pointing to a four-foot diagram of a tiger’s skull. “With a bite so strong it can crush bone; a tiger's jaws are capable of instant destruction.”

I feel my cheeks get warm and I blush like crazy. “Goodness. Look at the time. I wanted to do something special for you guys tonight so we have to stop the tour.”

The kids groan but I add, “Okay, who wants to help me make a s’mores cake you can take with you to your Aunt Tina’s house?”

Jacob and Jeremy both leap to their feet. “Me!” they say at the same time. I bring them to the kitchen, grateful for the chance to escape the spotlight, at least this kind of spotlight, and we lay out all of the ingredients.

Well, we make the cake, which is really just s’mores layered on top of each other in a cake pan. Daniel kind of hovers around us and I can’t help but think he’s doing more than enjoying the sight of his kids. It’s dangerous thinking, actually.

I mean, it’s dangerous for me to think this way.

What if I’m wrong?

Now, you would imagine I would think that thought and then behave appropriately. That would be the right thing to do. What I do instead is impulsive and risky. I walk back to the house after helping Tina get the kid's seat belted and ready to go. I watch through the kitchen window as they drive away. Then, I walk out of the kitchen and see Daniel, who sits on his big recliner. “I need you,” I say.

He stands up immediately and says, “Sure. What do you need?” He thinks I want a jar open or something.

“You,” I say as I step to him. “I need you.” I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him.

There’s a moment of hesitation and my heart stops. I feel my face flush hot with embarrassment. But just a half-second later, he returns my kiss, and my heart soars.

Daniel eventually pulls back and, without a word, takes me by the hand and pulls me down the hall to his bedroom. I feel a strange sense of childhood naughtiness, you know, the kind you feel when you go into your parents’ bedroom after they made it clear you weren’t supposed to ever set foot in there without permission.

But it only lasts as long as it takes for Daniel to start pulling my clothes off. I kiss him hungrily and grab his shirt. Together we get down to just panties and boxers in no time at all.Now, this is a strange thing because I’m not exactly the most experienced girl when it comes to sex. I stand there awkwardly, not sure if I should be making the next move since I initiated the whole thing. Daniel just gives me a small smile.

He takes my hand again and draws me to him. This time the kiss is softer, slower, and more sensual. I feel it like a thread of energy that travels along my body and lights everything up. Daniel keeps his mouth on mine even as he slowly guides me to his bed.I marvel at how it’s like he knows that I got as far as I could on nervous energy and now I’ve just got the nervous part of that.

He lays me down gently and then kisses along my body. His lips barely seem to touch my skin. He gets to my breasts and kisses each one, taking the time to tease them with his tongue until they get so sensitive that I start to squirm.Then, in a quick and elegant motion, his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and he slides them down and off.

Before I can freak out about what that means, his mouth is back to its beautiful torment of my nipples.

He looks up at me and gives me that small smile again. It isn’t a sly, snarky smile, nothing like that. It’s more like he just has to keep checking in to see that I’m real. It feels shockingly powerful each time he peeks at me.

He gets his mouth back to work again but he doesn’t limit himself to my breasts. Instead, moving over my stomach, he drives me close to insanity. He kisses along my pelvic bone on either side, making me twist beneath him. I groan each time he gets close to my pussy but passes it. He’s like a cat toying with a mouse.

Finally, he kisses softly along my slit, sliding his tongue into me and exploring.

The feel of his mouth on me is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.

Wow.

As I said, I’m not exactly the most experienced person, and no guy has ever done anything like this. I can’t translate all the sensations flooding my body at the moment. All I can think is that it feels like pleasure distilled into its purest possible form.

Actually, I’m not really thinking poetically. I’m really just thinking, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” as my mind tries to process things. His attention grows more intense and aggressive and my thoughts get even more… Heck, I don’t know. Brain melty. I grip the sheet beneath me like I think the bed is about to tilt and I have to hold on. Honestly, the way his mouth is moving on me the bed is already tilting and I’m waiting for the room to start spinning.

It is when his tongue moves to my clit and concentrates all the attention there that I really lose it. Every nerve in my body seems to be electrified. I feel myself getting closer, and without thinking I reach down and curl my fingers in Daniel’s hair.He gets even more intense. I feel my orgasm reach the very edge and I groan.

It feels like he pauses for just a moment, and then he just seems to devour my pussy.

My orgasm hits me so hard I can’t even cry out. I don’t even see anything because my eyes just seem to go vacant as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. I shake uncontrollably. I try to find my voice but the best I can manage is to howl as he keeps at me until I feel like I’m going to pass out.

I’m stunned and obliterated and ready to make it his turn for climax.

Chapter Four

Samantha

And then, he kisses me, I suppose I just feel too out of it to pay attention. After all, I’m in the midst of the most powerful orgasm imaginable. I just don’t think too clearly about anything else. I guess, also, I’m sort of innocent. The reason I don’t masturbate until I’m twenty-two is because I think sex doesn’t feel good. I lose my virginity early, in eighth grade. I’m a few days older than thirteen and so is the boy. It’s a really negative experience for me even though I pretend I love it.

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