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Steel Tiger didn't visit me every night, though I know he checked in on me. He would, however, text me on the daily to the special phone he had given me for communication. The phone he gave me would buzz from a quick test with something simple but cute. "Smile", "You can't survive on pizza and soda", "Your ass looks great in those pants." I would blush or laugh out loud with each one. People in my office were starting to take notice of me. I would respond appropriately adding, "Be safe out there" to the end.
At least two nights a week, he'd sneak in my apartment. I always knew when he was there. I could feel his hungry eyes on me, drinking me in. We would talk a bit, he would be guarded with his words, careful not to give too much away. I'd end up pealing him out of his suit, careful to leave his cowl on. We'd make hurried slow love. Afterwards, he'd hold me till I fell asleep. In the morning, he'd be done, only the lingering smell of sex and my sore ass and mouth my only proof he had been there.
He started doing little things, aside from the text, that put an extra spring in my step every day. At work, I received a tiger lily plant. The note read, "Look at these and think of me." I came home one night to find my pantry, freezer and refrigerator cleaned out of my normal ready to eat meals and junk food, replaced with fresh healthy alternatives. The note on the fridge said simply, "Eat better, I want you around for a while."
When he showed up that night, I feigned mock anger. "How dare you touch my frozen pizzas." I said this to the darken bedroom I knew he was stalking in. I took a bite of my apple, the juice dribbling down my chin. He appeared with a scoundrel smirk. He stepped forward into the light, revealing a bit of a change in his normal attire. The cowl was there, yes, but he wore tight blue jeans hugged his body, and a black tee that stretched across his broad chest, and stopped mid bicep exposing his rich almond skin.
He walked over to me without a word. He lifted my chin so our eyes could meet, and he licked the juice from my chin. I shuddered at his intimate action. "Remember you are what you eat." He tone was deep and sinful on my ears. "And I'm eating you." A grin crept across my face. He pulled me up in a quick motion, then sat down, bringing me down onto his lap. I laid my head against his hard, firm chest. I'm soothed by his closeness and bothered by it.
My hands takes his, our fingers intertwine, like we'll be later. A nagging question lingers in my mind. I don't want to ruin the moment, by my mind keeps coming back to it. The turmoil must have been evident in my body as the silence between us stretched out. He rested his head on my head. "What's wrong?"
I pushed my face further into his chest, trying to bury myself into the hard muscles. As much as I wanted the answer to my question, I didn't. He waited patiently for me to answer. My mind fought to ask the unaskable question, the one that would ruin this, the one that would confirm my greatest fears. "Why me?" I looked up into those genuinely concerned eyes. My heart melted. "You obviously can have anyone you want." I tranced a finger over his bicep. "Why me? I'm nothing special."
I found myself tossed onto my back on the couch. Before I could register what had happened, he was on top of me, nose to nose, his sadden angered eyes bore into mine. "Never say that again." He growled softly. "You are special, even if you don't see it." His eyes soften for a moment. "You take two lunches with you to work. You leave one with that homeless kid you pass on your way to work. You drop all your spare change into that street artist cup on the way home. You also took in this stray cat." His lips brushed mine. "I save the city. You save people."
My heart and mind raced at his closeness, his touch, his words. "I'm going to show you how fucking special you are." He pressed his lips to mine and I yielded, parting mine, allowing his tongue to reach in and caress the inside. My arms wrapped the best they could around him, slowly roaming up, stopping at his cowl. I knew the forbidden territory. He pressed his full hardness against e, grinding his hips slowly. I pulled him closer, his stubble grazing my sking.
His lips left mine, moving to the nape of my neck, where he slowly explored with his tongue. He strong hands reached up into my shirt, pulling it up as his soft rough hands explored my chest. His animal side was taking over. He sat up, leaving me laying there in my sexual daze but for a moment. He pulled my shirt from me, almost ripping it as he discarded it. He eyes lingered, studying my body, planning his next move, his next teasing attack.
He brought his head down to my chest, lingering over my nipple, drawing out the anticipation. When I could not stand it anymore, he gave me a tentative lick. I moaned. He continued, slow, deliberate, drawing out the sexual creature that lay trapped in me. He held my hands by my side as he tasted my body, moving from the left nipple to the right. I squirmed as his languid strokes of his tongue.
He inches down my soft belly. My arms are tense with the sinful delight he is giving me. He releases my arms, reaching for the top button of my pants. I move my arm, just a bit and he let out a low, warning growl. He pulls down my pants, exposing my hidden treasure, my goofy surprise. He looks up at me, with a humorous grin at the Steel Tiger briefs I'm wearing. "So I'm always in your pants?"
I give him a smug grin. He returns to his work planting little kisses across my stomach, his light stubble grazes me and I shudder. He lowered my head to my covered cock. I thought I heard him purr while he rubbed his face across my swollen shaft, as if he were scenting me. I bit my lip, languishing at his at his toying teasing. I longed to reach down, cup his face, run my hands through his hair, but I did not want scare my skittish kitty. He mouthed my cock through print of his glare.
He hooked his thumbs into the waist band, pulling the confining fabric down, releasing my aching member with a lewd bounce before standing tall and mighty like and oak. I looked down. He looked back up, his eyes split by my cock. He gave me a cheshire grin, warning me he would continue his sexual torture. Before I could protest his tongue leisurely lick up my shaft then back down.
I thrust my hips up, trying to spear his mouth. He instead took my sac into his mouth with a groan. He savored the taste while gently running his tongue over one then the other. My audible gasp filled the room while he continued his manipulations. Lick, lick, swipe, over my fully loaded balls. He taunted them, knowing that they would empty only for him.
He took pleasure in my obvious sexual dismay. I wanted him naked, on top of me, taking me, thrusting into me, filling me with himself, but he continued to deny me. My cock coated itself. The cool air hit my balls as he gently released them. I did not have a moment to recover. My cock disappeared down his throat. I instinctively thrust up my hips while clutching the couch.
His tongue slivered over my cock, massaging it gently before burying himself back down into my sculpted pubes. I felt myself building, edging close to the reckless abandonment of my fluids. Steel Tiger continued playing my organ like the virtuoso he was, finally ending the orgasmic music just before the crescendo finished. "No!" my raspy voice escaped my throat. Before I could vocalized any further protest, I was folded in half, my legs pinned to my chest.
I expected a tentative lick, as he had done before. One thing he wasn't, was predictive. His hot breath brushed against my skin while he seemed to admire it like a work of art. He attacked it, fiercely devouring me. I moaned as his tongue lashed against my sensitive skin with uninhibited passion. I wrapped my arms around my legs, pulling myself open for him.
His long licks and short quick flicks against me had seeing stars. I was lost in the bliss, barely aware of anything else but the fleshy muscular organ dazzling my tight sphincter with its magical movements. I was panting, barely able to catch my breath. My mind was racing, I was aware of his sudden pause but I could not bring myself to do anything but hold my legs and pray he did not kill me with his sexual gratification of my body.
Then I felt the light poke, gentle push of him into me. I groaned as he easily slide his massive ten inches into me. I had grown accustomed to him and felt so empty without it in me. He eased in, knowing I would need to adjust but once I had him balls deep, the look of contentment on his masked face sent joy through me. He leaned down, those passionate blue eyes, staring into mine. "You don't know what you do to me."
He rotated his hips, sliding just out then back in. I leaned up and kissed him, drawing him down onto me. He continued his gentle skewering, my arms holding onto his muscled back, my legs resting on his lower back. He picked us both up so that he sat up and I straddled him, his beef stick firmly in me. I did not need to be told, I rose and fell on him, my hands roaming that chiseled chest. His hands cupped my ass, aiding me as I bounced like a ball up and down him.
It was I that growled, picking up momentum, wanting him gushing like an oil well. He moved his tongue down to my nipple and reclaimed his time on my nipple. He was bucking up against my downward thrust, the sound of our flesh slapping together, filling the room with the illusion of a standing ovation. Be damn the taboo, I pulled his head close against my nipple. My cock rubbed against the ridges of his abdomen, leaving a trail of cock juice.
"I'm close." He growled. I didn't care. His hands left my ass and went to my sides, pulling me straight off him and tossed me down onto the couch with a bounce. He stroked himself over me, his hand blurring with the intense speed. His teeth gritted and he blew. I was bathed in his white hot love. Spurt after spurt coated me. I knew he shot a lot, but I had never seen it before now. I was in awe in the copious load that I now wore.
His hand slowed and the last dribbles fell. He regained his composure after a minute and was back down on my cock. Two fingers pushed into my sloppy wet hole, playing with me from the inside. I was already close, but now I was on the brink. "I'm going to shoot." I warned, trying to push his head off. He resisted, then I was blasting my own geyser deep into his mouth. Not a drop spilled as he swallowed me, sperm and cock.
He eventually allowed my soften dick fall from his mouth. He gave me a sardonic smile. "Now you're marked as my territory." I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh. "You look sexy wearing my cum." I looked down at my white streaked chest. "I think you should wear it more often... from the inside."
I almost grew instantly hard from that.
"You are..." I shook my head. I couldn't help but start laughing at the absurdity. Here I was coated in his seed, him standing over me naked all but his tiger cowl. He gave me a curious look. "Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror naked but for that mask?" I chuckled. "How the Hell did you get undressed so fast? No, no, never mind, just fucking kiss me you sexy man."
He gave me that scoundrel grin. He dropped down to one, knee and covered his mouth with mine. I held his head in my hands, while he cradled mine in his. "I hate this fucking mask." I whined softly.
"So do I." He responded softly, pulling away. "Have dinner with me?"
"Most places have dress codes." I gave him a bright smile. "I don't think that mask is part of it."
"Smart ass." He took his hand from my head and began drawing lazy circles in the spill seed. "You leave the details up to me, just say yes."
"Yes." I pulled him down for another kiss.
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