Page 83 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

And now that he was kissing me and touching me like his life depended on it, I knew there would never be another man for me as long as I lived.

Dante had simply wrecked me for anything else.

“You’re mine, Avery. There is no one else can make you feel this way,” he growled, and I felt his claws tearing at my pants.

His Bear black eyes held mine as he gripped the elastic waistband of my panties and sliced through one side then the other.

Then he pulled. The fabric slid across my aching clit, and shit, but I saw stars.

“Your pussy soaked for me, Honey?”

“Y-yes, Dante,” I whimpered, grinding myself on his covered cock.

“Gonna check for myself. Sit on the edge of the bed and lay back,” he commanded.

He slid me off his lap and stood, and my entire body quivered just looking at him.

Somehow, I was completely naked, and he was still in his sweatpants. The blanket felt warm and soft beneath my naked ass, but I was too mesmerized by him to move right away.

Dante stood in front of me, a pillar of a man. A sexy smirk graced his handsome face as he pulled off his sweats, revealing his long, thick erection. His muscles rippled and those thick, juicy thighs I loved so much flexed as he straightened, allowing me to look my fill.

My pussy clenched on air, flooding with arousal, and I licked my lips, desperate for his touch.

“I said lay back, honey. Now scoot down and press your legs together,” he ordered me.

Confused at first by his directions, I did as he said, hissing as he pressed his body to mine, holding my legs up in the air with one big hand.

Then he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my calf, sucking on my skin as he slid lower and lower until he was kneeling on the floor.

“Dante,” I gasped his name as he continued to kiss, nibble, and lick at the back of my legs, my knees, and my thighs.

Then he was there, his face pressed into my bottom. Dante sucked in a breath and a flash of embarrassment hit me.

Did people really do that?

I groaned when he did it again, breathing me in deep, his chest rumbling with his Bear. His one hand remained on my legs, keeping them locked together as he grabbed my hip with the other, dragging me closer to him until my bottom half was half hanging off the bed.

Sexy, sexy man.

All my bashfulness was soon replaced by need and desire so strong, it blocked everything else out.

“Look so fucking good, Honey. You look like mine,” he said, and I cried out as his tongue flicked across my asshole.

It was impossible to move with his big hands gripping me at the hip and legs. I whined and whimpered, dying for him to fill my aching core. But Dante wouldn’t be rushed.

He licked and nibbled, dropping hot, delicious kisses on parts of me I’d never imagined a man would do. And even more, I fucking loved it.

Finally, he filled my pussy with his thick tongue, wrapping his talented lips around my clit, and I started to come.

“Dante! Fuck!” I shouted, unable to help myself.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, licking into me one more time before standing up.

I felt the fat head of his cock slap against my pussy, And fuck, was that hot.

“Dante, please,” I begged.

“Please what? What do you want, Honey?”

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