Page 28 of Fearless Bond

“You can use the shower if you want.”

That was probably a good idea.

The water washed away the scent of sex. My mind cleared, and shame niggled at me as I rinsed my crease and felt around my swollen rim. I’d sucked and ridden his cock like a nympho. It made my belly bulge, which should have hurt like hell, but it only made me come my brains out. The things I’d said… I bracedmyself for a breakdown. This was usually how it began—me feeling stupid or guilty or ashamed.

But it didn’t come.

Flummoxed by my own relative calm, I dried myself and put on a hoodie and sweats Barclay had lent me. As I dressed, I noticed a wobbly feeling in my legs and hips. My muscles were so relaxed that I couldn’t use them properly.

When I walked, I had to move slowly, like a drunk. It was most definitely a heat, an intense one. At least it explained my sluttiness.

Blushing and fiddling with the hem of the oversized hoodie, I met Barclay in the kitchen.

He eyed me up and down and cleared his throat. “Coffee?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I…”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to get it out.

“It’s your scent… It’s making me… Ugh. I’m not normally like this.”

“You’re in heat. It’s okay. Your scent is affecting me too.”

“I apologize for attacking you like that last night.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in an adorable, soft half-smile.Wow. He was gorgeous when he smiled. I stared at him dreamily, my head empty. Why did I have to wait for another heat wave before he fucked me again? “You didn’t attack me, Calvin. We had heat sex together, and it was amazing. I hope you enjoyed it too. It seemed like you did.”

I bit my lip and managed a jerky nod. I didn’t know this man at all. How come I wanted to throw myself into his arms and cling to him with all my might?

He rested the whisk on the edge of the mixing bowl and stepped closer. When he opened his arms, I swayed forward on instinct.

Then he gave me the warmest, coziest bear hug. The pelt on his chest smelled like paradise. I inhaled, sparks going off in my mind. He stroked my back and kissed the top of my head.

I didn’t want to let go. I only wanted more of him. My mouth flooded with saliva, and my stomach clenched with hunger.

“Please, let me suck you. I need it.”

He let out a soft groan. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

The shame became just a dull noise in the back of my mind as I got to my knees and freed his cock.

Heavy and huge. Incredible. He hardened in my hands, bulging head peeking from the foreskin. I licked his slit.

The taste!

Then I felt him on the back of my tongue, my lips stretched and jaw aching, and the frantic need abated, turning into a low hum of arousal and contentment.

I stroked him with both hands, listening to his rumbling groans. So thick. The corners of my mouth felt like they would split, but I only wanted to take him deeper.

When I gagged, pleasure spilled around my middle. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but I sucked harder.

“Oh, Calvin…”

He made a growly, sexy noise, and creamy liquid filled my mouth. Holy hell! That was delicious. I swallowed just in time for another mouthful. So much cum. And more.Yes…I hummed happily when he spurted again.

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