Page 53 of Bear
When I shot my load deep inside Cecily, her pussy gripped my cock so tight I saw fireworks. I sank my teeth into her shoulder and she gasped, while her walls pulsed around me. “Bear, oh god. You feel so good.”
“So do you, baby doll.” I bit her bottom lip until I tasted a sharp, sweet metallic tang on my tongue. Cecily jumped at the flash of pain and since I was still inside of her, I felt her pussy clench a little tighter.
God, it was such a rush.
“You really fucking bit me,” she pouted.
“I know,” I said, chasing the deep crimson bead with my hungry tongue. “I told you, I like blood and smoke. I wasn’t bullshitting.”
“So you like blood play during sex?” She seemed intrigued.
“Sometimes. It’s rare for me because something like blood isn’t to be taken lightly. I’ve only drawn blood from one other girl and it was on accident. I licked it away and she stalked me for months.
With you…it was on purpose. I want every part of you coursing through me. I want to look at that bruise on your lip and know I put it there. I want my tongue to vibrate with the thought of tasting how sweet you are.”
I pulled out of her warm pussy and laid flat on my back. “I promise not to do it again without you knowing.”
She touched her fingertips to her bottom lip and stared at me. “I think I like that shit, Bear. What the fuck are you doing to me?” I flashed her a devilish smile and pulled my finger up her inner thigh, catching drops of my cum slowly leaking out of her and glazing her legs.
“I’m showing you how good we are together.” I fed her my finger and she closed her eyes while her tongue swept back and forth. Her eyes were closed and her plush mauve lips were wrapped around my finger while she groaned from the taste of us mixing together. It was pure perfection.
“I love you,” I told her while I gawked at how amazing she was.
“I love you too,” she grinned, popping my finger out of her mouth. “I’m gonna get in the shower then go check on Kareema.”
“I’ll make you some coffee since Luanne is off today.”
“I’m gonna call home today and check on her and Dad.”
“Good. Let me know how she’s doing. Oh, and I don’t care what she says, I’m going to the neurologist appointment with her. Fuck that.”
“Okay, Bear.” Cecily laughed but I heard the undertone of lust hiding in every word she spoke. Had it always been there?
I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt then went downstairs to the kitchen where I ran into a wide-eyed Kareema. “Good morning.” I smiled.
“Uh huh…” She glanced at me with suspicious eyes.
“What’s up? You sleep okay?”
“I slept fine, Bear. I came in here twenty minutes ago to get some coffee and I heard you upstairs murdering my best friend. Or at least that’s what I thought because I don’t know exactly what you do but I’m sure you’ve killed a few people in the process. I had to stick around to make sure you weren’t killing Cecily. Turns out you weren’t. Now, I’m scarred for life.”
I let out a deep laugh and shook my head at her. “Nah, I wasn’t killing her.”
“I figured that out after I heard her yelling your name.” Kareema scratched her head and sighed heavily. Her lips were poked out and her eyebrows were high on her forehead. “I think I’m entitled to financial compensation after hearing that. Seriously.” She held her hand out and I chuckled.
“You need some money, Kareema? I got you.”
“Nah, dude. I need something serious.”
“Okay, pick out the best therapist in New Orleans and make an appointment. I’ll pay for your sessions.”
“That’s better, Bear.”
I walked over to the coffee maker and started a cup for Cecily. My phone buzzed with a text from Shadow after I set two mugs on the counter.
Shadow: Congrats on the drop, bro.
Me: How’d you hear about that? I don’t send product through Sugar Bayou.
