Page 23 of Her Reclusive Beast

He rolls his eyes, but something in him relaxes slightly as he yanks his long-sleeved t-shirt up and over his head. Then his hands are quickly and efficiently stripping me before pushing my hips back down to the edge of the bed.

It’s only when he brings my legs up around his waist before bending to notch his cock in place that I realize he means to fuck me here and now. I’m all in favor, but somehow I was expecting him to be slightly more traditional about it all. I bite my lip before I say anything that will change his mind and watch as he slowly sinks into me. It’s hot as hell. His thick cock, unencumbered by a condom, is piercing my willing pussy with steady determination. It’s only an instant before I feel the first tingle. Not the thrilling mental kind, although there’s that too. This is an actual warming, tickling feeling inside me. It spreads as Max penetrates my channel, an almost crackling energy that has me wanting more. More of him, more friction, so muchmore. “Max!” I whimper.

“Tell me how it feels, Jenna.” His voice is hoarse, almost yearning.

“It feels like need. Tingling, warmth, but mostly need. I need you to move faster, to take me completely,” I beg.

He grunts with relief and satisfaction. His cock comes to rest against my cervix, filling me up and not easing the ache in the slightest, although the sensation of being full of Max, my Max, is worth cherishing. I wiggle against him, but his hands come down to hold me still. The tingling intensifies.

When Max finally begins to withdraw, my body quickens. I need him back. Right now! “Max!”

He strokes in deep again and I erupt. Thousands of little fireworks exploding everywhere his cock touches. I convulse around him, but he continues to pump into me slow and easy, ignoring my pussy’s attempt to hold him in place. Each stroke ignites new fireworks until I can no longer hold myself up and my upper half flops down on the bed.

Max pauses briefly. “Jenna? You okay?”

I wave a dismissive hand at him but don’t open my eyes. “Don’t you dare stop now, Maxim Behr, or I swear I will wreak vile retribution.”

His dry chuckle is my only response before he begins a more aggressive assault on my body. This time he leans in over me, changing the angle and intensifying the need building all over again. The tingling hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s moved on to pinpricks of pleasure pain that crave the soothing touch of his cock. I lose count after five orgasms, each one more intense than the previous and all of them like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

When Max finally cums with a growl befitting a real bear, his weight briefly sags down on me. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close as his cum fills me up. As it does so, it extinguishes all those flaming, tingling nerve endings. I’m left with comfort and satisfaction, content to be with Max exactly like this and no longer seeking some impossible peak.

He bends his head to nuzzle my cheek. “Jenna? You alright, baby?”

I sigh and stretch my arms and legs out to the sides. “Never better.” I wrap those same limbs around him like I’m hugging a tree trunk. “Now, what had you all in a flutter, earlier?”

Max peers down at me with a quizzical expression. “No complaints at all? That wasn’t painful, or has you itching unbearably?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Pretty damn amazing, though. Whatever you’re worried about, let it go. But explain first, please,” I tease him while searching for and not finding a ticklish spot on him somewhere.

He reaches back and captures my questing hands before responding. “There’s some kind of gland nobody has ever heard of before on my cock, under the hood. When you first caught my attention, and my imagination, it began leaking copiously. I sent a sample off with Javier and it came back as resembling a highly sensitizing and very illegal sexual lubricant. It also dissolves condoms,” he adds dryly.

So many questions. I start with the obvious one. “Why did you send your bodily fluids to Javier, of all people?”

Max snorts. “Because he has access to secret government labs where no records are kept and no questions are asked. Or at least not official ones.” I resist the bait to follow up on how that strange man presumably still down in the kitchen petting my cat has government access like that. But I quite like the idea of Max instantly getting hard just thinking about me. It’s a nice stroke to my ego, which is healthy enough not to have high expectations.

“Are you admitting you were getting hard fantasizing about me?”

Max shakes his head, which briefly knocks my confidence right off its pedestal. “No fantasizing required, baby. I got hard just talking to you on the phone. Why do you think I refused any video calls? I’d have scared a sweet girl like you shitless.”

My pussy clamps down on his still embedded cock, just thinking about all our conversations and imagining him stroking himself while we discuss the relative merits of adverbs.

Max growls and withdraws his cock completely from my body, planting a smacking kiss on my pouting lips. “Enough of that. You didn’t answer my earlier question. Are you still experiencing any side effects?”

I shake my head. “No, when you came, all the tingling stopped immediately.”

He tilts in head in contemplation. “Huh, we didn’t explore that angle. Why don’t you take a nap while I go fill Javier in?”

I scurry upright and grab his arm firmly. “Max, on pain of death, you are not to discuss our sex life with anyone not in this room right now.”

“But medically,” he begins to protest. I stop him with a hand over his mouth.

“If and when there is something medically concerning you and I will discuss the appropriate parties to involve. This is not that time. I’m fine. I had amazing sex with the man I’m planning to marry and that does not warrant a news alert to the media.”

Max’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “Amazing?”

I frown up at him. “Don’t get a swelled head. I expect you to continue striving for improvement. That goes for the adverbs, too.”

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