Page 7 of Deadly Tiger's Single Dad Crush

And she’s my nanny. I’m her landlord and her boss.

I hear a noise ahead about twenty yards. I stop and try to decipher it. A sliver of fear runs through me. Is there some person out here? It’s a pretty isolated way out here, but it wouldn’t be impossible. I sniff at the air and try to penetrate the darkness.

The sound comes again, and I relax. It’s just a feral dog. It’s giving me a wide berth, which is a very smart move. If it were to come at me and challenge me, I’d have no choice but to defend myself. Well, I suppose I could ignore it but ignore one and a pack arrives. Any scouting it intends here won’t result in more dogs. I do hunt while in tiger form, but tonight that’s not the goal.

I swing away from the direction the dog traveled and head back towards the house in a tightening arc. Everything is so alive for me right now. Tonight, the moon is almost non-existent, which is perfect for a tiger.

I wish I could share this with Samantha. I used to tell Bridget about my times as a tiger and she would listen with rapt attention like I told a great tale of adventure. We’re solitary animals in nature, sure, but for shifter tigers, there’s still the human side of things, and that human side needs companionship.

And love.

The thought stops me cold in my tracks.

Chapter Six

Samantha

I have to admit I love the fact that we’re sneaking around. I love it right now. The kids are asleep and it’s just after eleven. I’m on my knees in the living room doing everything possible to make Daniel moan like crazy. The man has a very large penis, so when I’m sucking his cock it’s not easy to get very deep. Already, though, in the last month, I’ve managed to accomplish a lot more depth. I mean, I’m not going to star in any deepthroat videos but I can promise you that getting even halfway down his shaft means he’s deep in my throat!

I love that when I go deep right now and hold myself there, just swallowing over and over to kind of stimulate him; he can’t moan like he wants to. He can’t do much of anything other than to just grip the arms of his big easy chair to try to maintain his decorum. I think I love this more than anything. Of course, I also love sex with him but right now, I can let go entirely. When we’re having sex, I have to worry about being silent like he does.

There is something really exciting about that, too, though. When you have to be silent, it adds a wonderful forbidden flavorto things, and that forbidden flavor does some sexy things as far as the experience goes. It just really hits me hard, you know. I’m underneath him or on top of him and afraid of getting caught. It’s a really sexy kind of afraid, though.

A month.

For a month, he’s not just been my landlord and my boss. He’s also been my lover, and there’s really something that I find almost impossible to process. I feel like I’m in love with him.

Not just screwing him.

Not just sleeping with him.

In love with him.

For one thing, it’s so strange when he’s gone! He does three-day runs at the firehouse and then does four-day runs. Those times when he’s gone weigh so heavily on me! I mean, I worry all the time that he’s going to end up dying in a fire or something and I feel so lonely when he’s gone. When he comes home, if the kids aren’t there, I attack him and hold him and kiss him and you know what else.

Of course, I can’t always do what I’m doing right now. Sometimes, the kids are awake and there, and so I have to welcome him back chastely and quietly. This isn’t something he’s demanding of me, by the way. I’m the one who keeps our relationship a secret from the kids. I mean, I don’t express the secrecy at all, I just fall into it.

Damn, I don’t know what I’m saying. What I know though is that I want to focus on pleasure right now and not all the stuff running through my head. I slide my hands over and take hold of his wrists. Then, I pull my mouth up and say, “I want to get really deep and I want you to help me.” I plunge back down and put his hands on the back of my head. He doesn’t exert any pressure. I ask him again and repeat the process. After three times of him being too ginger with me, I pull back and say, “Force it!” I say itloudly, louder than I want, but I’m so turned on right now! I say more softly, “Force it in, Baby. I want it.”

Then I plunge back down and rethink my decision-making process as I end up eyes wide with his pubic hair tickling my nose.

The sensation is instantly panic-inducing. His cock completely fills my throat and I’m trying desperately to breathe through my nose, but it’s buried against him as well so that isn’t so easy. A second later, though, the pressure on my head releases and I slide my mouth off his shaft and gasp.

“Do it again. That was amazing!”

Daniel seems out of breath himself as he looks at me in wonder. He does it again, though. He does it five or six times and then it feels like a miracle because I plunge my mouth back down again. This time I relax as much as I can so I can achieve the same thing without his help.I deepthroat him without him forcing it!

I hear him groan loudly and shudder, and I feel such a ridiculous sense of pride as I get him all the way in again. I know, I know, it’s a silly thing to be proud of, but it makes me so damn happy to cause such a reaction in him.I keep the deep throating up.

And now, I stay down all the way for longer periods of time.

Daniel groans again. I feel his cock swell as I slip back off. Now, I practically attack him, licking and sucking and teasing. I know he’s about to explode, but I hold him off to build everything up to a fever pitch.

Finally, Daniel puts his hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and I get the hint. I relax my throat and slide down, going deep just as he starts to cum. I fight to keep up, swallowing and gulping as he seems to keep going and going.

When I finally pull my mouth off, I collapse on my butt, feeling lightheaded and breathing heavily. He says in a hoarse voice, “Holy shit, Sam. So… so… so good.”

I smile and get to my fee. My legs are a bit shaky.He pulls me to him. He presses me close and nuzzles my neck. “So wonderful,” he murmurs.

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