by Rachel Real
"No, really. I'm so bad they banned me from dance class in grade school..."
"Sounds like you just need a good teacher. Get over here," Micah roared, eyeing Elsa's curves while she slowly moved near him.
"Lesson number one: how to strip tease..."
HOLY CRAP! Elsa knew immediately this was a bad idea.
"No, I didn't mean that kind of dancing," Elsa said, fidgeting with her mousy hair.
"Why not?"
Elsa glowered at him. "You know why, I'm engaged to be married in a few days."
Micah shrugged. "It's only me and you here? Who else is gonna know?"
Elsa pointed at herself. "I would know."
"Just seems like you're marrying a guy who makes you feel horrible about your body..." Micah said.
Elsa rolled her eyes. Why does everyone think they know James better than me? He only means well.
"Last time, I checked. I’m fat...it's no big secret that I need to lose a few... James criticizes me so I can be better," Elsa shouted, moving further away from Micah.
Micah stopped behind Elsa and held her against the warmth of his chest. "A real man will desire you no matter what. Now, I wanna see your moves. Dance for me..."
Elsa started swaying her hips doing a really awkward jig.
"Yeah, that's pretty bad. You need to rock your hips like this—" Micah growled shamelessly groping Elsa's hips and grinding her ass into his crotch. Elsa parted her lips, feeling his cock press up against her.
"This is so crazy..." Elsa breathed feeling Micah's hot breath against her ear.
Micah twisted her around. "Sometimes you've gotta be a little bit crazy," He growled with a hungry look in his eyes.
Micah forced his knee between Elsa's curvy thighs, shoving her down onto his couch. He kissed her deeply, taking her into his mouth. Elsa's heart raced knowing she had to stop, but wanting Micah so badly she wouldn’t dare. Micah's smile grew wider.
"I can't wait to stick my tongue inside your cunt," Micah grunted, low and soothing.
He could feel his cock stirring, especially when Elsa tossed her shirt on his floor. Elsa exhaled sharply as he kissed along her neck.
In a heartbeat, Micah groped her thighs, aching to fully taste Elsa's wet mound. A surge of electricity sparked through all of her nerves when Micah pushed down the bottom of her jeans. Then he cocked his head to one side.
"Nice panties..." he growled.
Elsa flinched, realizing she'd been wearing her worst pair.
"Oh, god! I'm so embarrassed..." Elsa gulped.
Micah laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about, I'm only going to rip them off anyway."
Micah ripped the underwear off and tasted Elsa's heat, grinding his tongue deeply inside her. Elsa had never slept with a man so immense and powerful like Micah. Especially a man who knew his way gracefully around a woman's body.
Micah stood fully upright, letting his hand stray towards his zipper. Elsa watched closely as Micah ripped down his zipper and drew his big cock out with reckless abandon.
She widened her eyes.
There's no way that thing is real!
Micah lowered his smooth and hard body on top of hers. Elsa moaned, feeling Micah's cock skim against her clit. Micah pushed his throbbing cock deep inside her trembling pussy. Elsa arched her back and widened her thighs for Micah's deep thrusts. In one swift motion, Micah forced Elsa's legs on his shoulders so he could push himself deeper into her heat.
No other man quite brought out the animal in her, but there was something wild in Micah's eyes that made Elsa totally sex crazed.
"Harder..." Elsa moaned.
Micah worked up a sweat fucking her harder and harder, chasing away any anxiety Elsa had in her mind. Elsa's hips bucked, as her body shuddered against Micah's chest and they both came onto the wet sheets. Sweat dripped off of Micah and onto Elsa's heaving breasts as they both settled down underneath the covers.
Elsa rolled over. She then shifted herself against him, and fell asleep to the sound of Micah's beating heart.
Chapter Five
"Shit! What have I done?" Elsa cried. It was early evening and she knew James usually liked to meet up for dinner. She tied her hair back, to keep it out of her eyes as she read one of James’ texts.
Meet you at the hotel bar in a few minutes...
—James
"Micah! Wake up!" Micah stirred awake looking down at her with his golden eyes.
"Yeah, what's the matter..." he darkly mumbled.
"I need to get back to the hotel," she whispered, pressing into Micah's chest and rising up from the couch. She couldn't believe that she let her lust get the best of her.
"You won't make it in time. Let me take you," Micah grunted.
Elsa stepped back, eyeing Micah as he slunk off of the couch. A raze of icy white fur grew all over his body and sharp fangs protruded from his drooling mouth. Micah, fully in his tiger form, lumbered towards her.
Elsa couldn't tell from the look in his eyes whether he wanted to eat her alive or whether he meant her no harm.
"Micah?" Elsa squeaked, afraid and trembling, as she put on her clothes.
The tiger brushed against her as if telling her to "get on."
Elsa pawed the tiger's soft fur before straddling the tiger's back. Suddenly the tiger jolted through a large window and roved through the streets.
Is this really happening? Am I really riding on the back of a white tiger? Elsa tried to wrap her brain around it. Wind blew through her hair and out of the corner of her eye, Elsa could see the sunset on the horizon. Micah dashed through sandy alleyways and dark roads, making a short trip to the resort Elsa was staying at.
When they arrived, Elsa stumbled off of Micah's back. She then hugged Micah around his neck.
"Thank you," she said sincerely.
Then she watched as Micah prowled further away until his white furry coat disappeared into the night.
*
Elsa quickly tried to fix her hair and flatten out the wrinkles in her shirt. James twisted around and widened his eyes when he saw her.
"You're a hard one to find these days!" James remarked, watching Elsa take a seat. "The wedding is just in two days. Tell me...you're not getting cold feet, are you?"
Elsa cleared her throat, knowing just hours before she was ruthlessly fucked by a sexy weretiger.
She waved her hand. "Nooo. Not at all, James. This is what I've always wanted."
But was it what she always wanted? Even now, he couldn't get her mind off of Micah grinding against her and unhooking her bra. Elsa thought maybe the best way to forget about Micah's hot sensual thrusts, is by having sex with James. She had to do something. Or, she'd go crazy.
Elsa let her hand drift up James' thigh. "Why don't we just skip the drinks and take this up to my room," she purred.
James reclined back in his chair, eyeing Elsa's curves.
"No, I'd rather wait for everything to be perfect on our wedding night..." James whispered and then took a sip from his cocktail.
Elsa tried her hardest not to just roll her eyes. She and James were both in their late thirties, and they've had sex before—so why wait now? Especially, when she needed it the most.
Elsa couldn't stand the thought of having to lie alone in her bed one last time.
"So, why did you want to meet up here tonight?" Elsa sighed, making no attempt to look in James' eyes.
"I just wanted to catch up with my future wife... Is that a crime? Am I boring you?"
GOD! YES! Elsa screamed in her head.
She flashed a half-hearted smile. "Never."
"Well, I'm going to make a few business calls. You'll be on time for the wedding practice, right?" James asked, lifting his cell phone to his ear.
"Sure," Elsa nodded.
James then scooted off of the barstool and strolled curelessly to the elevator. The bartender swiveled around to Elsa.
"Are you ready to pay for the tab?" he said sternly.
Really, James? Elsa
thought. She looked for her purse, but realized it was gone.
Oh, Crap! I must have left it at Micah's place. Elsa only had two options. She could either call up Micah. Or, call up Caroline to do her a favor and pay for the drinks.
So, rationally. She called Caroline.
"Hey, Caroline. I kinda need a favor...." Elsa clenched her teeth a little embarrassed.
"Did you drop your cell in the toilet again?"
"No. I lost my purse," Elsa replied.
"Where..."
"I kinda lost it back at Micah's place," Elsa really didn't have a more delicate way to say it. She knew Caroline was very quick at drawing conclusions.
"You mean you slept with the stripper guy?" Caroline asked. "You curvy little minx."
"Just get over here—fast," Elsa sighed, burying her face in her hands.
Chapter Six
Elsa felt embarrassed as Caroline paid for the tab.
"This guy stiffs you and you still want to marry him? You are truly crazy..." Caroline said lighting up a cigarette.
"Can't we just leave?" Elsa mumbled.
"Not until you give me the dirty details." Caroline insisted. "You know what, I think we should celebrate and go dancing..."
Elsa couldn't believe how easily her best friend shrugged off her infidelity. Elsa felt sick inside for having cheated on James. Sure, the sex with Micah was dirty, hot and out of this world—but Elsa still didn't want to hurt the man she was to marry in two days.
"I'm not going anywhere, Caroline—okay? Jesus, I'm not gonna celebrate being a lying cheater."
"Listen, Elsa. You're gonna come dancing with me and the girls whether you like it or not. It's the least you can do since I had to pay down your tab..." Caroline said, a little annoyed.
Elsa knew Micah would be at Jungle Fever. And she didn't want to run into him again. She really didn't want to see him ever! But she couldn't fight with Caroline. Not after what she did for her.
"Fine," Elsa said, feeling worse and worse as the hours wore on.
*
Elsa and her friends went back to Jungle Fever to go dancing. Elsa deliberately hid her face underneath her hair so no one would recognize her. Within seconds, she heard Micah's voice.
"You left this," he growled, handing Elsa her purse.
Elsa moved further into the large crowd. Scantily dressed bodies writhed around under the strobbing lights. Micah was sweating as he just finished performing his fireman routine on the main stage. Elsa's hand drifted up his hard toned chest, and she bit her quivering lip. Then her more logical senses got the best of her. Elsa spun on her heels and stormed away.
"What we did the other night was a mistake...I can't be seen with you okay," Elsa cried, her voice was drowned out by the music. But Micah didn't stop. He let his rough warm hands rest on her shoulders, and he pressed his sweat covered face against her cheek.
"If you want it to stop. Then tell me to stop..." He growled.
Elsa couldn't. She liked the way Micah gave it to her rough. She like his brash honesty. She liked that he treated her like he could give zero fucks what anyone else thought. All of her friends were mostly, half-drunk anyways and weren't paying her any attention.
Elsa could see the hunger in Micah's golden eyes as he let his hands slide down her arms... and in between Elsa's thighs. Elsa moaned as one of his fingers slipped underneath her panties.
No. Not here. Not now!
Elsa panicked as he slowly pulsed his fingers deep inside her wet pussy.
"Loosen up. Just relax. Let me do the rest," Micah growled.
Elsa's heat gushed over Micah's fingers as he buried himself in her pussy almost up to his knuckles. Elsa moaned, practically melting in Micah's hands. Her pussy was utterly bare for his taking. Her heart beat faster as she felt herself on the edge of coming in Micah's arms. She could feel his rigid cock grind against her ass. Micah embraced her as she trembled and jerked in pleasure. Without warning, Elsa turned around and started undoing the buckle in his jeans.
She didn't know why she insisted spiraling further and further from her morals. She just had such overwhelming need that none of it mattered. Micah smiled down at her when she finally freed his thick tiger cock. Micah groaned when she lifted her tight bodycon dress and slipped him inside her. Elsa slid her tight warmth so easily up and down Micah's shaft. Elsa's mind was blissfully empty. She didn't worry about how fat she'd look in her wedding dress. She didn't worry if James would disapprove of her body. All she wanted was to feel Micah's erect cock straining inside her. The smell of his tiger musk was intoxicating on a level she couldn't understand.
Micah took her in his mouth, sucking on her lower lip. Then Elsa could feel his warm come erupting deep inside her cunt, and sliding down Micah's pulsing shaft.
Drenched with sweat, Elsa stared deeply into Micah's blue-golden eyes. Micah pulled out of her, and strolled backwards with his pants still open.
"Why do you make me so crazy?" Elsa breathed.
"Why do you make me want to spend every waking moment with you?" Micah urged, his voice heavy and panting.
Then they kissed, Elsa leaned back her face messy with sweat.
"Come on, let's go somewhere we can talk," Micah said darkly.
Chapter Seven
Elsa and Micah strolled down the beach. Elsa kicked up sand as she made a path towards Micah's bungalow.
"Why are you getting married? It's obvious you don't want to?" Micah asked.
"What makes you think that?" Elsa replied, finally looking up.
"You kidding me, we just fucked each other's brains out...and you loved it. And women wonder why men think they're all crazy..." Micah snarled, turning his back on Elsa.
Elsa slapped her sides. "It's complicated alright! Just because I have a pre-wedding fling doesn't mean I just throw away all of my responsibilities at the drop of a hat!"
"Responsibilities? You kiddin' me? That's bull shit Elsa and you know it!" Micah roared.
"What do you want Micah? You want me to just run away with you? Abandon everything I've worked hard for and just pop out a few were-babies and live an island life?" Elsa shouted. She knew that what they had was hot sex and chemistry but they barely knew anything about each other...that's not love—it's lust.
Micah cocked his brow, feeling now he was hearing the truth. "So, that's what it's really about? You don't think I'm good enough to take care of you. But I'm damn sure good enough to fuck you..."
Elsa rolled her eyes, and snorted. She really couldn't think of a good come back to that one, because Micah—quite frankly—did know how to hit it good.
"There's not many chances in her life that a woman who looks like me and is my age has someone propose to her...okay?" Elsa insisted.
Micah chuckled so hard he nearly bowled over, and fell back in the sand.
"What the hell are you talking about? There is a man telling you that he loves you and he would die to spend the rest of his life with you...and guess what—he's standing RIGHT HERE!!"
Elsa had heard enough and she wasn't going to let it go any further. She didn't need some stripper giving her any sort of life advice.
"I'm done, Micah. I don't want you showing up at the hotel..." Elsa breathed trying to hold back tears. "I don't want you coming around. I don't want to ever see you again."
"Just admit it, Elsa!" Micah roared. "You're afraid of actually being happy!"
Elsa then slipped off her sandals so she could race up the beach in the opposite direction. Micah just stood there, watching her curvy silhouette vanish into the night.
Chapter Eight
Elsa and James were out having dinner at Le Stripe. James noticed Elsa just forking her food, but not really eating it. James ordered her a large spinach salad—which of course she thought was utterly disgusting—but pretended to eat it anyway.
James cocked his head to the side. "You're so quiet tonight? Having pre-wedding day butterflies?"
Elsa wasn't really listening. She’d gotten so used to on
ly listening to half of what James said, because the other half of what he was saying was usually something about her weight.
"James..." Elsa uttered, looking up from her plate. "Why did you want to marry me?"
James inhaled deeply, not really understanding the meaning behind the question.
"Well, you're smart. You own your own business, you're nice and you're a work in progress..." James rattled on.
Elsa squinted not sure if he was insulting her or paying her a compliment...
"Look, it's normal to question whether or not you truly want this on the night before the wedding" James said with his Hollywood toothy smile. "It's okay. Just ignore all of those doubts, and we'll soon be husband and wife honeymooning in the Caymans."
"So, you're not embarrassed by the fact that you work in finance and I work in a bakery?"
James shrugged raking back his perfectly gelled hair. "I think it's cute, but I think when the kids are born, you'll have to take a step back and focus on being a good mom..." James said plainly forking some of his salad in his mouth.
James had clearly already planned his and Elsa's life right down to their imaginary children. When the entrees arrived, Elsa couldn't even eat because she lost her appetite. That night, when she slept in her bed, Elsa buried her face in her pillows. Is this what my marriage is going to be like? She cried in her head. Are dropping off the kids to school and being the doting wife to my husband all I am? She hated that she was crying, and hated that no matter what—she was going to go through with this wedding.
Chapter Nine
Caroline drank straight out of a bottle of champagne, while all the bridesmaids were getting dressed to the nines.
"Don't you think you want to go a little easy on that?" Elsa asked her best friend as she was getting zipped up in her wedding dress.
"Hell no. Free booze is the best part of going to a wedding. If I have to watch you throw your life away... At least, I can do it drunk..." Caroline replied, while guzzling down more wine.