Page 34 of Coveted By The Bear

I moaned when I saw the slip of cotton she had on beneath her dress.

“Are those teddy bears, woman?”

Hope bit her lower lip and nodded, and fuck me, I was so turned on. She didn’t need lace and silk to be sexy.

Just a pair of teddy bear printed cotton briefs, and I was panting for her like a fucking lap dog.

“Careful. Lift,” I instructed, not wanting to rip these.

She lifted her butt, and I slid her panties right off, tucking them in my pocket for later.

“That’s it. Show me that pretty pink pussy, Baby.”

I pressed on her knees, and she dropped them open, her own breathing just as heavy and strained as mine.

Her slit was glistening with her arousal, swollen and wet with the force of her desire.

“Fuck. Mine,” I grunted, and dipped my head, sliding my tongue across her honeyed folds.

“Gods, you taste so good.”

“Miles!” She keened, pulling on my hair as I dove in headfirst, eating her like a starved man.

“Keep those legs open, Hope,” I commanded when she tried to close them.

“Good Girl,” I grunted when she obeyed.

Her eyes were wide and on mine. I kept them open as I licked and lapped at her, memorizing every nuance of flavor, every note that led to her pleasure.

I unbuckled my jeans and reached inside, taking my dick in hand.

I couldn’t not touch myself while I feasted on my woman. She was so fucking hot.

I reached between her legs, gathering her essence in my hand, and rubbed it up and down my cock.

“Miles, please,” she begged, flexing her hips as I sucked her tiny little nubbin.

I knew what she needed. What she craved.

I stood up, notching my dick at her needy little entrance.

“That’s it, Pretty Girl. Let me in. Let. Me. In!” I growled.

Then I slammed my hips forward, driving my entire length into her tight, hot pussy in one hard thrust.

“Mine!”

Chapter Sixteen-Hope

“Am I walking funny?” I asked, keeping my voice low since Miles had already told me about Shifter hearing.

“Uh, no. You okay?” he said against my ear, but he was growling and when I looked up, I saw why.

Oops.

A half dozen heads turned our way as we walked towards the front door and I wondered if maybe I misjudged what he meant exactly when he said they had ‘good’hearing.

“Miles Orson? Hi, I’m Taylor Devlin, Clan Keeper. You must be Hope,” the man, Taylor, said.

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