Page 66 of Trusting Her Bear

“I’ve been dying to taste these tits,” he growls, bending his head, grazing his lips over my nipples. “Do you want me to suck?” he teases, never quite connecting.

“Yes,” I hiss as his tongue barely touches the tip.

“What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy, suck my tits,” I beg.

“Good, Little Cub.” He licks my nipple, the roughness of his tongue adding another level of sensation. His bear is showing himself. “My animal likes your taste.”

He licks again and then sucks the bud into his mouth, pulling deeply, and it takes all my control to keep my back to the floor. His hand by my head pulls on the ends of my hair, and the hand on my neck contracts. I dreamed of a man who would do all the things that make him who he is. All the ways he likes to pleasure are something I never thought I would have.

The universe doesn’t make mistakes.

“Quinn,” I grit out.

“No, Little Cub,” he says against my breast. “What do you call me? Especially when you want something,” he reminds me.

“Daddy, please, I need you.” He slides his cock through my wetness again, only giving me a hint of the pleasure I want.

“You want this?” he asks, his hips tilting, causing his cock to slightly enter me.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” I cry.

“You are so hot.” He lifts enough, looking down between us. “Are you going to take all of me?”

“Yes,” I say, but I have no idea if he will fit. I haven’t been with anyone built like him. Usually, the men I have dated are slimmer and definitely not as gifted as Quinn.

“Let’s see,” he says, pushing deeper.

“Fuck.” I press my head into the pillow, my chin tipping up. The stretch is overwhelming.

“No,” he says, using his thumb to press my chin down. “You watch.”

I look into his eyes. My breath catches at the need in his. He’s controlling every move he makes. I know he doesn’t want to go too fast or scare me. I need to pull at the strings he holds tightly over his actions. I want to have the full effect of his claim.

“Daddy, faster,” I say desperately.

“You want it all, don’t you, Little Cub?” He thrust further.

“Yes.” He keeps going, and I relax every muscle, welcoming him home.

“Fuck.” He slams in the rest of the way and holds still as close as he possibly can. He can go no further, and I feel him deep.

I feel him in every part of my body, my pussy, my heart, and my soul. I didn't think I could be this close to a man. I had no idea I could give someone my trust.

His fingers dig further into my hair, just as his fingers on my throat squeeze before he slides almost completely out of my pussy.

“You are mine,” he says, and our hips connect. “No one else will ever feel this pretty pussy again.” He pumps harder, his cock dragging through every inch.

“Yes, Daddy,” I agree. My muscles tighten; I’m already on the verge of coming.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks. His face is close to mine, and he stares, not allowing me to pull away from our connection.

“You, Daddy,” I moan.

“Thank you, Little Cub.” He gains speed. “Now, who does Steph belong to?”

It takes me a minute to think through the fog of lust. “I belong to Quinn.”

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