The Plunge
#13 of Reader's Choice
The Plunge
You reach down and start unfastening his belt. "The only thing missing from dinner was dessert." You slip the end out of his buckle and give your lips a sultry lick. "I think I know just the way to remedy that."
Malcolm grinds against your paws as you start working on his button. His hips gyrate a little faster and he leans his head back with a moan. You unfasten his button and push your finger to the top of his zipper. You can see his white cotton briefs with the outline of his erection. There is a damp spot at the tip of the bulge.
"Looks like you like my idea about dessert," you say and look up at him.
Malcolm smirks and then shifts back and eases off the couch. He stands in front of you and hooks his waistband with his thumbs and pushes his slacks and briefs down. The tiger's penis springs free. His head has the traditional barbs around it, and the tip is glistening from pre. His musk floods your nostrils and you feel your own erection throbbing in the confines of your pants.
You lean in and extend your paw to his malehood. Your fingerpads brush against the spines on the tip, causing Malcolm to gasp and then his whole body shudders. Wrapping your thumb and index finger around him and sliding it to the base, you lean forward and give it a tentative lick.
Malcolm gasps again as your tongue slides over the barbs on the underside and up to the tip. You taste his pre and the alkaline musk of his flesh. His barbs are soft and they feel more like soft nodules rather than spines. Plunging a little deeper, you take the head in your mouth then lower your muzzle.
His length slides over your tongue as you lower onto him. You can feel the pulse of his heart with each throb. You estimate that he's around seven inches, and you feel his head tickle the back of your maw as your lips butt against your fingers.
Malcolm hisses through clenched teeth as his paws come to rest on the back of your head. He pulls his hips back, sliding his length about half way out before he bucks his hips froward again. Before long, he works into a steady rhythm.
You suckle and slurp as he moves against your lips and tongue. His fingers rub your headfur while he thrusts. His breathing starts to get erratic and his moans transition to grunts. His member starts to swell in your mouth. The tiger was obviously more pent-up than you thought. You move your paws to his legs and slide them up his thighs and prepare for what comes next.