Page 9 of Chosen By The Grizzly

And shit, the can is empty. I keep jabbing with my finger, but nothing happens.

“Jesus Christ, stop, already!” A deep voice roars.

Whuh?My eyes snap open.

There’s no bear standing there.

Instead, there’s a man.

A huge, muscular, buck-naked man.

Whose eyes are boring into me like hot coals.

What the hell?

He rubs at his eyes, which are kinda bloodshot. “What the fuck was that?” he bellows.

“B-bear spray.”

“What?”

My hand trembles as I show him the can.

“Bear spray?” He snatches it and examines the label. Gosh, he’s handsome. Like movie-star handsome. In fact, he looks a lot like the super-sexy guy in my dream last night—

He lets off a snarl of disgust and hurls the can on the ground. Then he fixes me with his searing gaze.

“You think this can of crap is going to scare off a grizzly who wants to claim you?”

“C-claim me?”

He shakes himself. “I mean, devour you.” He takes a step closer. “Swallow you whole. Like a little rabbit.” His eyes are blazing. Dark and hot… and hungry.

I blink rapidly. “B-but the grizzly disappeared…?”

He snarls again. “Right.”

“But, my friends…”

“Your friends are fine.”

I frown. I’m so confused right now. All I know is that my body is responding to this incredibly hot, naked guy. And when I say responding, I mean my nipples are tingling and that little spot between my thighs is aching like crazy. Wow. I used to wonder if I was frigid, because I’d never felt turned on by another person before.

But nope. I just hadn’t met the hottest guy on the planet before.

His stare is so intense, it’s hard to maintain eye contact. But when I drop my gaze, I wind up staring at his cock.

It’s huge. Not that I’ve seen one in real life before, but this one seems to be built on a different scale. It’s beer-can thick, with veins running down it, and it hangs down between his thighs like a tree branch. But it’s also, like semi-erect? I remember guys at school talking about having a semi.

Is that because he’s looking at me?

No, that’s ridiculous. He’s so far out of my league, it’s funny.

But I swear, the longer I stand there, the bigger his cock seems to get. Something crazy bursts into my mind—I imagine him snatching me up, carrying me into his cabin and busting through my virginity with that huge, thick rod. My cheeks and pussy burn in tandem.

“I-I’m sorry we disturbed you. I should go.” I thumb over my shoulder.

He shakes his head. “You can’t just leave like that.”

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