Page 29 of Bearly Mated

“That you could just refuse.”

He ran his knuckles over the front of my center, and I inhaled sharply.

His chest rumbled in satisfaction. “You’re already wet for me.”

“You’re going to touch me whether or not I tell you anything,” I breathed, as he teased my clit through the lace again.

“Probably.”

“Definitely.”

He pulled the crotch of my panties tighter, so they parted my folds, and gave me a low growl as he lowered to his knees in front of me. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“You’ve never been with anyone else, so you don’t kn—ohhh.” I moaned when he tore my panties away and dragged his tongue over my clit.

My fingers fisted in his hair, tightening as he licked me again, faster, and harder.

I clutched him desperately as he devoured me, nipping with his teeth when he wanted to make my hips jerk.

My climax built quickly, and my cries filled the air as I lost control on his tongue.

In no hurry to stop, he ate me out until I came again, my body jerking desperately when I did.

I was panting when he released my clit with one last swipe of his tongue. He stood, tugging his shirt over his head before doing the same with mine. Though the buckle on my bra made him pause a moment, he got that off too, and it joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.

I unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his hips. He helped me shove them down until we were bare together, my hand on his cock and his on my tits.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cal,” he said, lifting one of his hands to my face so he could tip my head back as he kissed me.

“So are you.” I slid my hand over the ridges on his abdomen, making him flex for me.

My legs parted wider as he stepped into me, and in one smooth motion, filled me with his cock.

My lips rounded at the feel of him, so insanely thick.

“You okay?” he dragged a thumb over my nipple.

“Forgot how good that feels,” I breathed.

“How about this?” He opened me wider and took another step, taking me deeper.

I moaned. “Hud…”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” I pressed against him as he pulled out before filling me again, harder and faster. Every motion took me closer to the edge—closer to him—and closer to admitting how desperately, hopelessly in love with him I’d been for so long.

We climaxed as one, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me to his chest as I sucked in air, trying to recover from my orgasm.

He rumbled in satisfaction against me, his cock still insanely thick and hard.

The timer on his phone went off, telling us the chili was done, and I groaned.

He chuckled, reaching over to turn off the stove before he lifted me off the counter.

“Where are we going?” I mumbled against his shoulder.

“To bed. So I can try to get stories out of you.”

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