A Gentle Tiger's Helping Hand
#9 of Shorts (< 500 words)
Inspiration art: https://twitter.com/BeastSauc3/status/1322233083148394496
(Yes, I know the art's based on IRL porn. That's cool too.)
Cuddling on the couch couldn't get better. The tiger who invited you over for dinner suggested you stay for a movie. The couch was cozy and warm, almost lulling you into sleep. Your dick was wide awake, however, as the tiger kept his hand on your thigh, stroking up and down. You didn't even know what movie you were watching - you just wanted the cum at this point. He looked down to see your tented pants, only to smirk and lean you over onto his lap.
He rubbed your groin, your cock begging to be released from your pants. His hands fumbled over your zipper before sliding your cock out. He'd been so attentive and caring all night, and his hands slid gently over your cock. He leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead before he whispered in your ear.
"Be a good boy for daddy."
You could only watch as his paw expertly slid along your length, milking a small pearl of pre from your tip. His breath was hot and nearly panting, showing he was enjoying this as much as you. He wanted to make you cum. His arm wrapped over your shoulder to grip your chest, his fingers sliding over your pec before finding your nipple to tweak.
The warmth of his body enveloped you as he stroked your cock, fingers slick with pre as he slid over your pulsing veins. You let out a small whimper as you could feel your cum churning up in the base of you cock, loaded and ready to blast. He nuzzled his snout against your head, his moans matching yours as he quickened his pace. Your whimpers became grunts as you thrust into his hand and he tightened his grip on your chest, holding you down.
You cum at his mercy now. He planted a final kiss on your forehead before looking down at the show - you felt cum rocket up the length of your dick, ropes spurting into the air before splattering on your stomach. His grip tightened to squeeze the whole load out as you squirmed under his weight. It was only when you were spent that he released you, letting you slide back as he planted a firm kiss on your lips. His hot still-panting breath rolled over you. He lived to milk loads out of you.