Page 16 of Bearly Mated

“No,” I breathed. “You’re just big. Really, really big.”

“Bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with?”

“So much.” The words nearly came out a moan.

I moved my hips a little, and he stayed where he was, kissing and tasting my throat. “I’m going to bite you here when you come,” he said, dragging his sharp canines over the place my shoulder met my neck. “It’ll make you feel good. Really fucking good.”

“Don’t think I can feel any better than this.”

“We’re barely getting started, Cal. By the time we’re done, you’ll forget any other man ever existed.”

With the way he felt inside me, I believed him.

I really did.

“You ready to feel me move?” His hand dragged over one of my breasts, teasing my nipple roughly. I was starting to think he didn’t do gentle—and I loved that, intensely.

I moved my hips in response, making him growl as he grabbed my waist and thrusted deeper inside me.

The motions were smooth but hard, as he pulled out and drove into me again and again, finding a slow, rough rhythm that made me cry out with every single thrust of his hips.

“Tell me who you belong to, Cal,” he commanded, as my breathing picked up and my eyes dilated. I was so close to the edge of my pleasure, I could barely speak.

“You, Hud. I belong to you.”

He made a sound of satisfaction as he lifted my hips a little and drove into me harder.

His cock hit that sensitive place inside me just right—and I cried out desperately as my climax slammed into me harder than ever.

His teeth sank into my throat as he throbbed and hardened with his release, and my cries became screams as my pleasure hit a height I’d never even imagined before.

My hips rocked fast, and he pounded into me harder and harder, setting off another climax.

And another.

And another.

Until he finally released my throat and dragged his tongue over it as he slowed his motions.

I could feel our combined release all over my core, thighs, and ass.

I didn’t even know how many times we’d gotten off, or how long it had lasted, and I was too dazed to care.

His gaze was molten when it finally met mine, his breathing hard as we recovered together. “You okay, Cal?”

“Amazing,” I whispered. “I never imagined sex could be like this.”

“Agreed. I’m not letting you off my cock all night.”

“Is that a promise?” I teased, a little of our old playfulness setting back in. Whatever tension had existed between us was completely gone.

“A vow, actually.”

Before my mind could go back to our tense conversation about promises and vows, he was rolling me off the couch and carrying me toward my bedroom.

“We need a shower,” I said, as he walked.

“No point in taking one now. You’re going to be covered in my release by the time the sun comes up.”

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