Page 25 of Protected By The Polar Bear

“Fuck!” I shout, and she grins, sucking harder.

Her head starts to bob and down on my length, and she swallows more of my cock with each pass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grit out, and she moans around me, the vibrations going right to my balls.

I’m two seconds from coming and reach for her, grabbing her arms and pulling her up.

“I need to be inside of you,” I pant, and she nods, her eyes wild with lust.

She crawls up my body, and I grab her hips, helping her position my cock at her opening. I expect her to take it slow and inch down on my length, but my mate surprises me by dropping right down.

I let out a strangled moan and grit my teeth to stop from coming as her tight, wet heat envelopes me.

“Tessa,” I groan, and she moans.

Her hands land on my chest and she braces herself there before starting to ride me. Her tits bounce in front of my face, and I reach up, cradling the soft globes.

“So fucking perfect,” I moan as I lick over one nipple and then the other.

She arches, offering me more of herself, and I happily accept. She bounces on my cock, her pace picking up as she gets used to being on top.

I can feel her pussy tightening around my length, and I know that she’s close. I run my hand down her body until I find that ball of nerves between her legs. My fingers brush over her clit, and she digs her nails into my chest.

“Ash,” she pants, and I thrust up as she rides me.

“Come for me, Tessa. Come for me like this so that I can flip you over and fuck you until we break this bed.”

“Oh!” She shouts, and I’m not sure if it’s my words or my fingers that have her coming all over me.

As soon as she comes down from her high, I flip her over and drive into her like an animal. Sweat drips off of me, and I grip her hips tighter as I rut into her.

She screams my name, and I feel her come again. The headboard slaps off of the wall, and I growl at the sound. Her juices flood my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I thrust into her once more and come, shouting her name as I find my release.

My arms give out and I roll to the side before I can crush my mate. We’re both panting, and I roll onto my side and smile at her. She grins back at me and I pull her closer.

“How’s your shoulder?” She asks, and I shake my head.

“It’s fine. I promise that it’s healed.”

She nods, her fingers running over the scar there.

“How’s your ache?” I ask her, and she frowns.

“What ache?” She asks distractedly as her hands start to explore my muscles.

“Here,” I say, my fingers finding her drenched opening.

She moans and locks eyes with me as I push a finger inside of her.

“It’s starting to come back,” she admits, and I grin.

“Let’s see if I can take care of that.”

She grins up at me as I roll her over and kiss her.

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