Page 39 of Bear
I told Mr. Paul to take Luanne home for the rest of the day. I told her to take the fucking week off and that when her appointment came, we’d all go together. That was the only way I was able to get her to actually take time off.
“Well, Bear Stone, you have the entire day off so what are we going to do?” Cecily peered at me with big eyes while she sat on the couch in the study. My mind thought of more than a few things to do but I didn’t want to scare her. So, I shrugged my shoulders and put the ball in her court.
“I’m gonna leave that up to you, baby doll because if I decide what we do…” I shook my head and lit a cigar. Cecily’s dimples were deeper than potholes when she smiled at me like that.
“What the hell do you have in mind?” She asked, squirming in her seat.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” I warned. I wasn’t used to being with virgins. I never saw the appeal in having one. I wanted a woman who knew what she was doing, at least a little. I liked women I didn’t have to instruct.
Instructing wasn’t my thing.
Commanding was.
I couldn’t command someone who didn’t know what the hell they were doing.
Cecily stood up and marched over to me with her hands fixed to her hips. It was a hypnotizing sight to see. I licked my lips and leaned forward through a haze of smoke with the cigar between my teeth.
“And exactly who are you to tell me what I’m ready for or not ready for?” She sniffed. She stood between my long open legs and I smirked at her as smoke danced toward the ceiling.
“I’m motherfuckin’ Bear Stone. I run all this shit and if I put my hands on you the way I want to,you’regoing to be the one running. So stop acting like you’re ready for this shit, Cecily.”
“You don’t know everything, Bear.” She prodded me with her words. There was more behind them than she let on and it made me burn with curiosity. I’d never been curious about a woman before. They always laid everything on the table for me before I asked.
“I think I do. I know that if I fuck you like I want to…” I adjusted my growing dick and leaned back. “You’re probably not going to enjoy it because I don’t do slow, R&B-ass-lovemaking.”
“So, you’re assuming that I’d let you fuck me.”
“I’m not assuming shit.” After the words left my mouth, Cecily bit her bottom lip and my cock turned to steel. Her eyes dropped to the thick bulge in my pants and I did nothing to hide it. She wanted to play big girl games. I was going to give her what she wanted.
“Sit your pretty ass right here on top of all your hard work.” I pointed to my lap and she blushed then straddled me like she knew I wanted. The moment my dick pressed against the heat radiating from between her thighs, her breathing stuttered and the space between her collarbones trembled.
She plucked the cigar from my lips and put it between hers. I loved her fucking sass. I put my hands behind my head and watched her sexy ass for a few moments. “Bear, I’ve only told you one lie my entire life.”
“Say what now?” I frowned.
“You heard me. Only one lie. All this time.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that, baby doll?” I snatched her hair in my fist and took the cigar back. Her throat dipped when she realized I wasn’t pulling her hair playfully. Part of me was pissed that she lied to me but the other part was intrigued and wanted to know what the fuck she’d been hiding.
If someone could keep a secret from me it meant they were someone I needed to keep an eye on. Shit, I wanted to keep both my eyes on Cecily anyway so that wasn’t a problem.
“Tell me,” I commanded.
“I’m not a virgin,” she whispered. A chill raced down my spine and spiraled outward through all my extremities. I let Cecily go and extinguished my cigar then stood to my feet.
I snatched her arm in my grasp and dragged her down the hall, ignoring the startled yelp that leaped from her mouth. I tossed her little ass on the bed and stared at her, clenching my jaw. “You better hope to God you’re lying right now, Cecily.”
“I lost my virginity a couple years ago.” Every time she said she wasn’t a virgin, my heart slammed against my chest reminding me of its presence. “I was scared to tell you. I didn’t know what you’d say. I didn’t want you chasing after the guy.”
“You didn’t even have a fucking boyfriend.”
“He was just a friend.”
“And you let him inside of you?” I snarled, baring my teeth. I saw a trace of fear in Cecily’s eyes and it shouldn’t have made me so hungry but it did I wanted to lick the fear from her lips and swallow it so it became a part of me.
She nodded her head and anger nearly consumed me. I unbuckled my belt and Cecily’s eyes fell to my waist. “Get your ass over here,” I ordered before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take your pants off.”
She stared at me for a few beats before timidly shoving her jeans down her cinnamon thighs. I sipped slowly on the vision in front of me as I curled my finger forward. The second she was close enough I yanked her over my knee.
