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  I love you. Those three little words belonged to me. Only me!

  “Thanks!” gushed Sam, all fucking gooey eyed. “That means a lot to me.”

  I felt my blood pressure spike, my chest tightening. I was growing angrier by the second. More and more belligerent. Though she met and worked with famous actors all the time, Jen seemed starstruck. Her twinkling eyes didn’t stray from him. “You’re even more good look–”

  I’d had enough. It was time to show my wife that I was her warrior. This was my territory, my battleground.

  I cut her off. “Jen, we have to go. There’s something urgent we have to deal with.” My deflated cock. And my shrinking ego. With a hasty but polite goodbye to everyone, I dragged my tiger out of the studio.

  “What’s so urgent?” she asked as I pushed through the double doors that led us outside.

  “We’ll talk about it in my office,” I grumbled, taking angry giant steps across the lot. Jen was practically jogging to keep up with me.

  “I can’t! I have a meeting.”

  “Cancel it!”

  “Are you kidding? It’s with your father! He wants a full rundown on My Sin-TV before his board meeting tomorrow.”

  “Fuck,” I mumbled.

  No one canceled a meeting with my old man, Saul Bernstein, the founder and head of Conquest Broadcasting. I repeat: No one. Not even if you were married to his son. Or was his son.

  Dammit! The Dermadoo would have to wait. And so would the angry fuck.

  Chapter 5

  Blake

  By the time I arrived back at my office, I’d shoved Sam Fucking Hueghan out of my head, yet I still couldn’t focus. There was a big Board meeting with my father tomorrow morning, and I needed to review my presentation. But all I could think about between reading the lines of the spreadsheets was fucking my tiger. And spreading Dermadoo, the miracle moisturizer, all over my cock and her pussy. Our sex was already out of this world—stratospheric—and I wondered if it could get any better.

  At five p.m. I canceled my weekly seven o’clock racquetball game with Jaime Zander. Not because of tomorrow’s boardroom presentation; I had that locked and under control. I loved slamming balls against the wall with my best buddy. It released a lot of tension and I beat him most of the time, which meant he bought drinks and dinner afterward. But right now, a different set of balls were longing to be slammed around—against the taut thighs of my tiger. In my head, I could hear them flapping. Banging. My bat-size cock was already angled at attention and prepped to hit a homerun as I packed my laptop inside my satchel. I started to text Jen: I’m coming soon, no pun intended, but decided it would be more fun to surprise her. Usually when I played racquetball with Jaime, she went for a girls’ night out with her best friend Libby, but since Libby was out of town on a business trip, there was no doubt she was home. On my way out of my office, I humped the case of Dermadoo that Ari Golden had given me. A little dab will do ya . . .

  Leaving the Conquest lot at 6:30, I got to our luxury condo on the Wilshire Corridor a little after seven, glad that the rush hour traffic wasn’t too bad. Tucking the box under my arm, I undid the double lock of the front door and then set my computer bag and the box on the entryway console. The lights were on and in the distance, I could hear a faint hissing. As I traipsed through the open plan space, bypassing the kitchen for a drink, Jen was nowhere in sight. She must be in the shower I thought and then I heard her singing one of her favorite songs—“Roar”—at the top of her lungs.

  My tiger had an awesome voice, and this Katy Perry song always made me insanely horny when she sang it. The memory of hearing her belt it out for the first time during a business trip to Vegas soon after we met filled my mind. Fuck. She was so drunk and so cute! I was already so in love with her. As I flashed back to that unforgettable night, a smile broke loose and my cock flexed beneath my fly. Oh yeah! Mr. Burns was going to make her really roar tonight.

  As I approached our bedroom, the pounding of the water ceased as did the singing, and I heard the shower door slide open. I stepped inside our spacious sleeping quarters, taking in the panoramic view of Los Angeles from the wraparound windows. Then my eyes traveled to the pile of discarded clothes on our bed. Jen’s heels on the floor. Her jewelry on the dresser, including the sparkling snowflake diamond ring I’d given her when I proposed. The vision of her slick, naked body danced in my head, my cock ready to jump in and take the lead. As I stealthily crossed the room, I was beginning to feel like a cat burglar. Scratch that. A pussy burglar!

  With a wicked smirk on my face, I cranked the shiny handle of the bathroom door and swung it open. The room was all steamed up, but through the haze I could see Jen. Wrapped in a fluffy SpongeBob bath towel that grazed her thighs, her wet chestnut hair draping her shoulders, she had a foot perched on the marble vanity counter and was slathering cream on her toned calf. Damn, she looked fuckable! Her eyes cast down, I snuck up behind her and looped my arms around her waist.

  “Hey!”

  My tiger jerked with a gasp and with a sharp flick of her head, her terrified eyes met mine. “Oh my God, Blake! You totally freaked me out! What are you doing home so early?”

  “I canceled my game with Jaime.”

  “Why?”

  “I had the burning urge to play with you instead. I hope you don’t have other plans.”

  “I did.” She slid her foot off the countertop and stood tall, looking at me earnestly. “SpongeBob and I had a dinner date at eight!”

  “Ha-ha! Very funny.”

  Though sometimes I had to admit I got a little jealous over my wife’s infatuation with the silly cartoon character. Still standing behind her, I pulled my tiger tighter against me. The intoxicating scent of the cherry vanilla shampoo she used wafted up my nose, arousing me further. My hard as rock cock pressed against her backside, longing to penetrate her. Parting her slick wet hair, I planted a kiss on the nape of her neck and inhaled her.

  “Mmm. You smell so good.”

  A little moan escaped her lips. I kissed her again, my lips brushing along her shoulders and then wasting no time, I slid off the towel. It dropped to the travertine floor.

  Spooned naked against me, she felt so good. Her porcelain skin always glowed after a hot shower, but tonight it had a special glow. A titillating pinkish tint.

  Then, for the first time, I noticed what cream she was using. A little dab will do ya.

  “You’re using Dermadoo?” I said, reaching for the tube.

  “Yeah, it’s really nice. And it’s not just for your face.”

  “So I’ve heard.” A silent chortle vibrated in my chest as I began to massage the cream onto her shoulders, making my way down her back to her gorgeous heart-shaped ass. I was getting harder by the second.

  “Mmm, that feels so good, Blake,” she moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

  “You feel so good, baby,” I purred, my hands about to cup her edible buttocks. I squirted another dollop of the Dermadoo onto my palms and began to rub the cream onto her taut ass with a firm rotating motion. Squeezing and massaging. Another moan spilled from her lips. I was turning her on as I turned myself on. I wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way.

  Taking a quick break while my hips gyrated against her, I squirted more of the cream onto my left-hand fingers and then onto my right middle fingertip. In one swift move, I plunged the lubed up fingertip into her backdoor entrance and as she yelped with a delicious mixture of shock and pleasure, I placed my free hand between her thighs where it roamed to her hot, soaking wet pussy. I caressed the drenched swells, rubbing the cream all over them, before focusing on her clit. I was finger fucking her in two directions. And she was about to come. Hard.

  Her back arched as her fingers clung to the edge of the vanity and little, sexy garbled sounds clogged her throat. The moans morphed into shrieks and pants of ecstasy and as I brought her to the edge, she managed three words: “Oh. My. God.” I watched in the still fogged up mirror as she came apar
t and practically collapsed in my arms.

  “Oh my God, Blake, that was so amazing.” Blinking her eyes, she caught her breath.

  “A little dab will do ya,” I breathed out. My cock was about to burst out of my pants. Thank fucking God, it was my turn.

  As fast as I could, I undid my belt, zipped down my fly, and then slid down my pants and boxer briefs at last freeing poor trapped Mr. Burns. He was so fucking big, pulsating with need and anticipation. Begging me for relief. Hang on, Mr. Burns! I’m gonna take care of you. On my next rapid heartbeat, I flipped my tiger around and handed her the tube of Dermadoo.

  “Baby, put some on my cock,” I ordered.

  Still flushed and dazed from her major orgasm, she wordlessly did as I asked, squirting a generous amount along the shaft.

  “Now, rub it in.”

  Again without a word, she did as she was told, the fingers of her left hand clamping the thick base before stroking my rigid length up and down with just the right pressure. I hissed, the heat and friction driving me insane. I was becoming bigger and harder if either was possible. It was the erection of all erections. I swear I’d never had one like this before. It felt fan-fucking-tastic.

  “A little dab will do ya,” she murmured. I couldn’t help but notice the fiendish glint in her eyes. Did she know what I knew? It was time to find out.

  Grabbing the Dermadoo, I squeezed a generous amount on the crown of my cock and then fisted it with rapid-fire pumps while Jen massaged my sack of nuts. I was so erotically charged. And so close to coming. My balls were already contracting with that familiar tingling feeling spanning from my groin to my toes. But that’s not how I wanted to come. I wanted to come deep inside my tiger.

  “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you hard. Are you ready for me?”

  “Oh, Blake, I want you so badly! Please!”

  I loved that she was begging, but one question niggled at me as I continued to pump my cock. Where? My mind whirled with options . . . on the vanity, in the tub, on the floor? Then, impulsively without overthinking it, I backed her against the wall, smacking a hot, open-mouth kiss on her lips, and then lifted her up so that my cock had easy access to her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my haunches, hugging them with her thighs. Inch by thick inch, I buried my cock deep inside her—or should I say glided because she was so fucking wet and I was so slicked up with the Dermadoo. Let’s talk about a smooth entry. Holy shit! In no time, I took her to the hilt and on my next ragged breath, I was pummeling her like a madman. I cupped my hands under her butt and she squeezed my hips tighter with her thighs, her pussy hugging me like a wet velvet glove as I thrust in and out of her effortlessly at lightning speed. It felt so fucking good and like I could last forever.

  Dermadoo was simply the greatest sexcessory of all time! Seriously, it beat any battery-operated sex toy by a landslide. When the secret got out, Ari Golden’s bottom line was going to go through the roof! The lucky bastard!

  I don’t know how long we’d been fucking our brains out when I heard Jen cry out, “Baby, I’m going to come!” All around my cock, she convulsed and her hot, sweaty body shook. The look on her face was one of pure bliss. On my next forceful thrust, she combusted with a roar that could be heard in the deepest jungles of Africa. Simultaneously, I exploded, shooting a boatload of cum up her pussy, the overage spilling down her inner thighs. My head falling onto her shoulder, I held her up against the wall until our breathing calmed and our heartbeats regulated. Finally, I lifted my head and our glazed what-the-fuck-just-happened eyes met.

  “Jesus, tiger. That was insane! I don’t think I’ve ever lasted that long! Or banged you that hard!” With one hand, I tucked a strand of her damp hair that had fallen onto her face behind her ear. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. “Blake, that was simply the best sex ever.”

  We’d used and enjoyed lubes before, but nothing was like this. Dermadoo proved that not all lubes are created equal. Nor are all cocks.

  As she lowered her feet to the floor to a standing position, I slowly pulled out my dick. It was all slick and shiny, coated with a mixture of my cum, her juices, and the lube. And it was fully erect, as hard as a brick . . . ready to go another round. In my head, I heard a bell ding like one in a boxing match and in my mind’s eye, I envisioned a naked Jen parading around the ring, holding up a big sign: Round 2. Victorious and proud, scorchin’ hot Mr. Burns was in it for the long haul and not going down.

  I don’t know how many times we fucked. I lost count after Round 3. We did it everywhere, every which way. Only taking short breaks to apply more Dermadoo when needed. We fucked doggie style on the bathroom floor, then I helped her to her feet and banged her against the shower door, thankful the glass didn’t shatter. Then, I ravaged her lubed up ass while she was bent over the bathroom sink. Each time, she was as ravenous and rapturous as I was, overcome with lust and need. My only concern was that the neighbors would hear us and call 911, but after the third time I stopped worrying. We continued to fuck our brains out, both of us insatiable and unstoppable. A chorus of moans, groans, grunts, and shrieks filled the air along with some breathy expletives and exchanges of “I love you.” We savagely groped at each other, nipping and digging, marking each other’s flesh and talking dirty.

  At some point in our sexed-out delirium, I carried her to our adjacent bedroom where we fucked on my king-size bed. While she recovered ever so slightly from yet another epic orgasm, I dashed out of the room to fetch the case of Dermadoo because we’d run out. Digging my fingers into the box, I grabbed another tube.

  “I love this stuff,” I said, twisting off the cap.

  “Me too, baby,” replied my tiger, her voice a rasp. “This time let’s put it all over.”

  Before I could ask what she meant, she began squeezing the tube and applying handfuls of the magical cream all over my torso and limbs. And yeah, my happy, happy dick.

  Then, I did the same, slathering the moisturizer all over the front of her body. Despite the ferocity of my libido, I took my time rubbing it in, spreading it evenly. Best of all was applying the moisturizer on the swells of her perfectly pert tits. Squeezing another dime-size dab onto the pads of my middle fingers and thumbs, I tweaked her hypersensitive nipples and felt the puckered pink rosebuds harden between them.

  “Oh my God, Blake! I can’t take it anymore.” She flung her head back and bit down on her kissable lips. “Fuck me! Please fuck me again!”

  All greased up from head to toe, I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow, and positioned her slick body on top of mine. As I attempted to slide my Dermadooed cock into her, she teetered, rolling around and unable to remain still.

  “Slip and slide sex!” she giggled as I tried again and again. Our contagious laughter didn’t help.

  Finally, I slid it in. Effortlessly penetrating her so deep I could feel her cervix. In unison, we uttered one little word: “Fuck.”

  “Hold on, baby. I’m going to give you the joy ride of your life.”

  With urgency, her hands clutched my shoulders, her nails clawing my skin like the tiger she was, as I gripped her hips and started to hammer her.

  Her face hovered over mine, and our eyes stayed locked while our hot breaths mingled. With each powerful thrust, her body glided over mine, the slippery friction adding heat to what was the hottest sex ever.

  “Oh God, Blake! This is so incredible!”

  “I’ve only just begun. I’m going to give it to you harder and faster. The thrill ride of the century.”

  Without wasting a second, I picked up my pace. Pumping her so hard and fast I thought she’d get whiplash. Our rapid, ragged breaths replaced all words. I could feel a thick layer of sweat mixing with the lube. And inside her, Mr. Burns was bathed gloriously in her slick wet heat, still going strong.

  Everything became a blur. I felt like I was running a marathon. A long fucking marathon. Blanking out all thought except getting to the finish line. The only thing I was conscious o
f, other than the woman riding me to heaven, was that at some point, day had turned into night. The room had darkened, lit up by the moonlight and the city lights that illuminated her.

  Her face was impassioned, the beads of sweat on her chest glittering like dew drops. My eyes stayed on her as she heaved with each thrust, both of us gasping for air as if we were holding on to our last breath. Neither of us blinked as I feverishly brought her to her peak.

  “Come on, tiger,” I coaxed. “Let me hear you roar.”

  “Oh God, Blake. I’m so close,” she choked out between whimpers. “So, so close!”

  The only problem was I wasn’t. To quote Robert Frost, I felt like I had miles to go before I came. Well, that’s not exactly how the poem goes, but close enough.

  Not slowing down, I suddenly felt all hell breaking loose around me. Or more precisely, around Mr. Burns. In an explosive series of convulsions, Jen’s entire body shook like an earthquake and inside her, my cock felt like it was caught in the fault line.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she moaned like a record on repeat.

  Trying to catch her breath, she collapsed upon me and then rolled off, leaving me bereft and unattended.

  “Jen, are you up?”

  No response. I turned my head, then nudged her. Her breathing even, a contented smile spread across her face. She was sound asleep. Down for the night.

  Unlike Mr. Burns, who was still up. Like really up! Plastered to my stomach as if he was superglued to my flesh. Longing for a release, my cock was throbbing.

  Unable to wake up my naked Jen, I managed to get her under the covers. Despite the warm summer temperature outdoors, our room was comfortably cool thanks to the central air conditioning. I threw the duvet over me, but winced as it hit my erection. Before I could fall asleep, I was going to have to relieve myself. Relieve the ache.

  Clamping my hand around the base, I began to stroke my raging boner up and down, but even the lightest of strokes hurt like hell. Mr. Burns wasn’t responding and I could almost hear him cry out in pain and frustration. I began to talk to him like he was my best buddy, telling him to relax and let go.