Page 104 of Trusting Her Bear

“I love that I caused this.” He enters me slightly. “This pleases me.” He takes his touch away.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Do you want to give me pleasure?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Then don’t hide,” he orders.

“What?” I shake my head in denial as he asks the question.

“You hide your desire.” He presses on my clit and leans forward. “Do not hide from me,” he says sternly.

I squirm. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Anything you feel, you show me, tell me, in whatever fucking way you want.” He sits back and caresses over and over. “Your reactions fuel mine.” His palm covers me. “This is mine. I am the only one who can make it wet, so give me that satisfaction.”

“I promise.” I tilt my hips when he takes his hand away. “Daddy,” I growl.

“Patience, Little Cub.” He crawls over me and hovers over my breasts. “Now that I have given you permission to show those emotions, I get to decide when to make you explode.” He smiles, and his enjoyment causes warmth to spread.

“Shit, you are so sexy.” It isn’t fair how handsome he is.

“Glad you think so,” he says, the corners of his lips tipping up further.

“That’s making it worse,” I groan.

“Let Daddy make it all better,” he drawls, dipping his head, his eyes still on me, and takes my nipple between his teeth. He bites gently and then sucks.

“Fuck,” I groan, watching him play.

With every pull of his mouth and the scrape of his beard on my skin, my whole body heats from the inside out. He switches to my other breast, giving in the same treatment, and all I can do is ache. The vision of him holding himself above me, his arms flexing with his weight, his mouth sucking, will be a memory I will constantly remember. The only part of his body touching me is his mouth, but it feels like we are fused.

“I love these tits,” he rasps, licking one nipple and then the other. “I wonder if I can make you come just from this?” He nibbles on the underside of them.

“Daddy,” I moan, impatient.

He smirks. “Maybe another time.” He moves backward slowly, leaving his tongue against my skin and traveling down the center of my body. “I love the taste of you,” he whispers. Goosebumps cover me as he nips at my hip. I lift the opposite hip, hoping he will put me out of my misery and lick where I need him most. He presses his palm against it. “Stay still,” he says gruffly. “Be a good Little Cub,” he scolds.

I bite my lip and relax back to the bed. “Yes, Daddy,” I concede, but it takes effort.

“Do you want fucked?” he asks, his breath warming my clit. So close, but not close enough.

“Please,” I beg.

He chuckles. “You beg so well,” he hums. “But you will wait until I decide it’s time,” I growl lightly, and he pulls back. “What was that?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say through gritted teeth.

“I may have found the little brat inside my Little Cub.” He doesn’t sound very upset about it. “I like it.” He grins.

“You do?”

“Sure. But it doesn’t mean you get what you want any sooner.” He licks my clit. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say quickly. Whatever I have to do to get what I want. I smile innocently.

“I will be thrilled to explore that side of you after my mark is on your body.” He sucks my clit once. “And your mark is on me.” Another suck.

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