Page 15 of Bearly Mated

I arched so hard, I nearly fell off the couch.

He tasted me slowly, at first. I could tell he was trying to figure out what I liked—but the ferocity of his movements told me he was having the time of his life.

My fingers buried in his hair, my sounds growing louder as he dragged me to the edge with his mouth.

“I need you inside me,” I panted, desperation taking hold of me.

His thick finger filled me without a beat of hesitation, and I lost it. My hips jerked, and I cried out as I lost control. My body squeezed around him, and he snarled against me, fucking me with his tongue harder and faster.

As I came down from my climax with his mouth still on me, slowly teasing my clit and entrance, I had one clear thought:

I needed more.

“I want you,” I said, struggling for breath.

Those gorgeous green eyes met mine over my core. His lips moved against my clit. “Callie…”

“I want you,” I repeated, some part of me seeing that face I knew so well and expecting him to say no.

To turn me down.

To walk away.

But he just sucked my clit lightly, making my hips jerk.

After another moment, he dragged his face over my inner thigh, wiping my pleasure on my leg, and stood. His hands went to the button on his jeans, but I sat up and pushed them away.

His cock strained against the front so thickly, I didn’t know how I’d possibly missed it when we were teenagers.

I popped his button free and unzipped his jeans before pulling his erection out and wrapping my hand around his massive, silky length. Slowly, I dragged my fist over him.

A torturous groan escaped him. When I looked up, his eyes were closed.

“You’re not going to last long if you don’t let me take the edge off first,” I said, leaning in. With my free hand, I caught his wrist and lifted his fingers to my hair. They dug in without hesitation.

“Don’t fucking tell me someone taught you how to give a blowjob,” he said, his voice strained.

“I won’t.” I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and sucked lightly.

He swore viciously, his grip tightening. “Cal…”

“Let me make you come.”

His cock throbbed violently in my grasp, and I took him in my mouth again, this time taking him deeper.

He swore again as I tasted and teased him until he snarled his pleasure, flooding my throat with his release.

I swallowed it and opened my eyes without taking my mouth off him. He pulled out fast enough that my lips made a sound as they popped free of his cock, and had me on my back on the couch again a heartbeat later.

“You’re mine, Cal,” Hudson growled. “I’m not waiting any longer to have you.” He opened my legs wider and thrusted his hips, filling me hard and fast.

The size of him alone was enough to make me gasp.

The way his eyes burned into mine made the emotions of the moment so much more intense.

I wasn’t screwing a stranger, or some guy I’d been dating for a few weeks. I was having sex with Hudson, my childhood best friend, the man I’d been secretly in love with for most of my life.

“You’re so fucking tight for me. Does it hurt?” He lowered his lips to my throat, nuzzling my neck as he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin. Though his cock was throbbing inside me, he didn’t move, giving me time to adjust to him.

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