The Tiger's Secret Baby by Ava Frost Page A

Perhaps I could make it through breakfast.
    I turned the corner of my loft to behold two creamy and satin globes in the air. Sheila was bent over doing something in the oven and damn her if I didn’t want to do something to her ass again. Oh shit, I became excited noting my morning wood. Putting it up against her, I mumbled good morning.
    “Well somebody is happy to see me,” She said, moving the tray of bacon to the cooling rack. More so happy to be awake, but let’s not tell her that.
    “Bend over.” If the walls could talk, they would have praised her enthusiasm in following orders. No words were spoken. There was just me spitting in silence as I coated my hand, then my shaft and slowly penetrated that ass.
    Everything was so tight. I wanted to wallow in the tightness but I wasn’t sure how long this woody was last. So I pretended it was the last seconds of the fourth quarter and rode her like I had nothing to lose. This is the true benefit of fucking a vampire, you can do so as hard as you like and they will never break. Lest I wielded a stake or silver. Sheila didn’t utter one word as she moaned encouragement and spread her hands flat on the floor for leverage. Then the nut that eluded me last night rose up through my toes and I shot all of it inside her beautiful ass. To show my gratitude, I smacked both cheeks hard. Hearing her yell and feeling her clenched on me, squeezing out the last of my cum made the last seconds even better. It was way faster than normal but a release nonetheless.
    “Words fail my gratitude.”
    She stood up, unashamed and smiled. “Happy to oblige. You want some orange juice.” I nodded, looking around for my cell phone and scrolling through the evening news.
    “There’s scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice and a fruit salad.”
    Although it wasn’t morning, she and I had both woken up. It was actually a little after 6 pm. The sun was down and she was about to go home. Although she may not have known it yet.
    “I’ll have it all.” She made my plate in silence. It was golden.
    “What are your plans tonight?” she asked, sipping on a glass of blood mixed a bit with orange juice. Where she pulled that bag from, I could not tell you because I made it my business to never stock for other entities. That gave the sense that I was hospitable when I was nothing of the sort.
    “I plan to go where the night takes me.” It was a non-committal response that subtly said that I was leaving and, therefore, you should too.
    “But I was hoping we could play a little more.” Her pouting was getting old.
    “Sheila, it’s always hard to say goodbye but we must.”
    “Goodbye?” She asked she seemed confused.
    “Yes. Goodbye. You will find someone great one day but I am not him. It’s not you. It’s me. I have commitment issues. This has been fun and all that jazz. Say whatever makes you feel better about leaving.”
    There was nothing but silence and perhaps I should have known to watch her instead of my phone. But, I was not as smart as I should have been so the now empty glass she was drinking from smashing against my head was a surprise.
    “Damn you Gregory White the third. I hate you. You’re such an asshole.” She was moving at the speed of light dressing and collecting her belongings, I couldn’t have been happier. “I thought we had something. I heard you were a dick but I also heard you were hung like a horse but did I listen? No. Fuck you mister and your amazing dick too.” She screamed as she let herself out of my loft. If that wasn’t an amazing evacuation, I don’t know what to tell you. She let herself out and on the way complimented my dick. That’s a job well done my friend. It’s not like the glass hurt. If I wanted, I could leave the pieces on the floor. They would never break the skin, but I’m a neat freak, blame the army, so I had to clean it up.
     

Chapter 6
     
    Finally, in silence, I pondered my predicament. Something is wrong with my mojo as I