Page 55 of Whiskey Run Heroes

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BEAR

From the minute she said she wanted me, an uncontrollable urge has taken over me. I wasn’t lying to her. I’m barely hanging on here, and I know that nothing is going to satisfy me until I’m balls deep inside her.

With my hand on her lower back, I guide her down the hall. “Are you on the pill?”

She stumbles on her feet, and I hold her up with one arm around her waist. She’s staring up at me. “Uh, yeah.”

“I’m clean.”

She nods. “Me too.”

“Good,” I grunt. “I want you bare with nothing between us.”

“Bear?” She looks at me questioningly. I let her go to dig the card out of my pocket and unlock the room.

I hold the door open with one hand and guide her in with the other, but I don’t let her go far. I grab her, turn her, and lean her against the wall. I pull the towel from her body and let it fall to the floor. She’s breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling, causing her puckered nipples to graze my chest.

“I need you,” I grunt, pushing my lower body against her, letting her feel how much I want her.

She whimpers and grinds her hips against me. I know the feeling exactly. She wants to get closer, and so do I.

I kiss her lips, and my hand trails down her neck, across her shoulder, and down the outside of her breast. She arches her back, and I cup her full breast, pushing the thin white material away until I feel her bare in my palm. I trail kisses down her neck to her breasts and suckle her. The need to touch her everywhere takes over, and while my lips move to her other breast, my hand slides under the panties of her bathing suit, through the soft curls at her apex and through her wet, swollen lips. She lifts up on her tiptoes and whimpers.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” I groan as I about fall to my knees to taste her.

She grips on to my shoulders. “No, Bear. I need you inside me. Please?”

I rise up and pull my swim shorts to my knees. My cock is hard between us, and I lift her up in my arms, leaning her back against the wall. With one hand on her back and the other around my girth, I guide myself into her.

She’s so fucking tight, but I push into her until she’s completely seated on my thick, rigid pole.

Her fingers splay across my chest, and she grips me there. “Please, don’t stop.”

I grunt and start to move. In and out of her, my hands on her hips, I move her up and down. Her head falls back and bangs on the wall, but she doesn’t even wince.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She lifts her head and stares at me with hooded blue eyes.

“Can you come like this? I need you to come.”

She huffs. “I’ve never... with someone else. It’s okay,” she says.

I stop and gape at her. What kind of selfish bastards...

Fuck it, there’s no way I won’t make her come.

I lift her off the wall and move her to the bed, laying her back as gently as possible. Still connected, I move in and out of her, using one hand to hold her open and the other to stroke her clit.

She moans and grips on to my forearm. She’s shaking her head, but I’m not stopping. In and out, my hips gyrate against hers. I increase the pressure on her clit until she’s clawing at me. She’s so damn close. “Don’t stop,” she begs.

“I’m not stopping, honey. Not until you come for me.”

“Oh...oh...” I know I’m hitting the right spot. I increase the pressure on her clit and reach for her waist to hold her in place.

“Come for me, baby. I need to feel you explode around me. Milk me, Sam. I need to fill you up.”

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