Page 19 of Tiger's Little Waif

They were both panting by the time he broke the kiss.

“Need you, Daddy,” Shaw whispered as she wiggled her hips, trying to rub her slit against the thick pole of his cock that pressed against the front of his pants.

Instead of allowing her to get herself off against his cock, Marshall wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled them back several inches, holding them still. Before she could take a breath to argue, he lifted her from his lap and set her on her feet. He held her until she was steady on her feet. Then he turned her around and smacked her ass.

“Strip.”

Marshall smiled as she looked at him with wide eyes. To give her incentive to do as he said, he stood and pushed his pants and close-fitting boxers to his knees before sitting again. He could not help but chuckle when her gaze followed his every move.

Wrapping one hand around his hard cock, he slowly stroked up and down the shaft. “Like what you see?”

“Uh huh.”

He glanced at the clock and saw that they had plenty of time before they needed to finish dinner preparations. The rainstorm that had begun just after him helped him decide to play in his office instead of making the soggy trip to and from the cabin.

“Strip, waif,” he repeated. “Or would you rather have a spanking instead of an orgasm or two?”

“E … Everything?”

“Yes, waif, everything. I want total access to your beautiful body while you play cowgirl and ride Papa’s cock.”

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at the door to the kitchen even as she toed off her sneakers.

“No one will disturb us. They wouldn’t dare if they know what’s good for them.”

“Yes, Papa.”

With that, Shaw gave him a strip show that would be haunting his wettest dreams for years to come. He took deep breaths, gripping the arms of his chair until his nails dug grooves into the wood, and thought of baseball, taxes, anything that would keep him from shooting off before he was fully buried in her sweet pussy. He was a fully grown man, yet his sweet mate had him as horny as any teenage boy.

“Leave the socks on,” he said as she folded her clothes and laid them on the corner of his desk.

She looked from him to her neon pink socks that he’d found in the storeroom. “Really?”

“Don’t want your feet to get cold.”

She giggled as she stepped closer. “The rest of me is naked, but you’re worried about my feet getting cold. Papa, you’re silly.”

“Take that back. I’ve never been silly in my life,” he said as he lifted her to sit on his lap once again.

“Maybe not, but I bet they never saw you try to dance,” she said before her giggles increased to full blown belly laughs.

Marshall chuckled, remembering the dare she had issued to dance along with her favorite movie musical several nights earlier. Though his tiger side moved gracefully, his size as a human kept him from the smooth dance moves that the actors made look so easy. He had never been much for dancing and ended up feeling like Frankenstein’s monster, all stiff and uncoordinated.

Her sweet laughter made his embarrassment worthwhile. He would make a fool of himself every day if it meant hearing that glorious sound.

“You’re right, waif,” he rumbled as he guided her hips higher so he could fit his cockhead into her entrance.

And then the laughter died away, replaced by harmonizing moans as she lowered herself down over his long, thick length.

Needing a moment to compose himself so he was able to hold on for more than a few strokes, he wrapped both hands around her hips and held her still. As she waited, she curled forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder. Her panting breaths were warm as they wafted over his chest.

“Ready?” he asked when his need had eased enough for him to not come in the next few seconds.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, lifting her head and smiling at him.

“Then ride me, waif.”

He continued to hold her hips as she laid her hands on his shoulders and used them for leverage to help her slid up and down his cock. He could see from the glazed look in her eyes, that she was close. But he was determined that she come before he did, and he was also nearing his peak.