Page 49 of Bear
“Make that perfect pussy come for me, Cecily. I want to feel it all around my dick. Let me have that shit.” He slapped my ass and I tried to moan for him but my voice box was being crushed. “Let me hear it, baby doll,” he said, letting my neck go. “I know you want to moan for me.” I gasped for air and my legs trembled like a fucking baby deer.
“Bear!” I screamed as he deepened his strokes. I didn’t give a fuck who heard me. Everyone in that shipyard could hear us and I’d be proud if anything.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Drench my fucking dick. Let me see how wet that pussy gets.” His pace picked up and I called for God and whoever else in heaven was listening to me get ruined.
I wasn’t an angel anymore. I’d tasted sin and smoke and I was addicted. I wanted it for every meal. Heaven had nothing to offer me anymore. Bear choked the morals right out of me. I was his.
“I’m gonna come!” I squeaked with a hoarse voice.
“Come,” he growled. His long fingers found my clit and he forced an orgasm from the depths of me while his dick sank as deep as my pussy would allow.
“Fuck!” I moaned, shutting my eyes and letting the universe spin against my eyelids.
His warm hand rubbed my ass and I shuddered against him. He still hadn’t filled me up. I’d become addicted to the warm slippery feeling of his cum surging into me. I needed that feeling.
“I want another orgasm. I want that pussy to come for me again.”
“Bear…” I begged with my tone for him to let me go. My body was too weak to even stand on its own right then let alone give him another fucking orgasm. I was spent.
When I felt his wet thumb press against my asshole, I gasped then tensed. “Relax, Cecily. I need you to be my nasty bitch right now. Take that thumb in your ass.” It stretched me so much I didn’t know if I was coming or going. My body was on fire.
“So fucking sexy…” he muttered. Starbursts of pleasure dotted my vision as he thrust in and out slow at first, then picking up the pace until I felt another orgasm building in my core.
“Oh my god,” I whined. I had no idea how he was able to construct another climax inside of me so quickly but I wasn’t mad. He was a master architect. He could use my body as his landscape as much and often as he wanted. He built beautiful orgasms that scraped the sky and turned me upside down.
“You’re pussy looks so good wrapped around my dick, Cecily.” The way he growled out my name felt so primal and raw. I wanted to hear him say it over and over. I wanted him to call me baby doll, Cecily, his nasty bitch…I wanted itall.
“Shit, I’m about to come,” he groaned. His dick swelled, pressing against my walls. It filled me up so much I had to hold my breath to keep from splitting down the middle. Another orgasm ripped through me and rolled over my body in thick waves I couldn’t help but succumb to.
Every muscle inside of me clenched tight, squeezing Bear’s dick and thumb at the same time. He shot into me like a rocket. His roar was powerful but something told me he didn’t give a fuck who heard it.
I soaked in the way his cock pulsed inside of me. I didn’t want him to pull out but I knew damn well we couldn’t stay there like that.
Once we both came to our senses, we pulled our clothes up and on. I ended up giving Bear his hoodie back because I was too hot to wear it anymore. I made sure to tuck myself back into the bulletproof vest though. When I turned to look into those gorgeous eyes of his, I caught the tail end of him sliding his thumb out of his mouth. My eyes widened at the sight.
“I want my tongue in your tight little ass next, Cecily. Then I’m going to fuck you there,” he said with so much certainty I started to make him a fucking appointment. “Every part of you is so sweet.” He eyed me like he’d have no problems fucking me again but time pressed on and work had to be done.
When we walked back to the main area of the shipyard, Ace eyed us incredulously with a lifted brow. I looked down at my shoes and let out a little laugh. Bear’s finger found my dimples right before he pulled me against him and kissed my cheek.
“Yall motherfuckers are nasty,” Ace scoffed.
“We were just talking,” I grinned.
“Dimples, you look too innocent to lie,” Ace grunted.
“Don’t put anything past her. She surprises me all the time,” Bear said, staring at me. My heart filled my throat pushing rose petals into the roof of my mouth.
That. Man.
BEAR
Cecily checked on Kareema in the guesthouse when we got home from the shipyard. It was well after three in the morning but she insisted. I knew that meant she wanted to squeal over the way I fucked her in the shipyard. I smirked while I watched her awkward stride to the guesthouse. I held no punches when I was inside of her. She needed to know who she belonged to. Honestly, my dick still wanted inside her perfect pussy. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.
I walked into the study and fell into my chair. I knew I had to call my father but I was going to put it off until the morning. I wanted to revel in the fact that I pulled off the biggest heroin drop in at least ten years. I did that shit by myself with my own connections.
I was proud and I was honored to have Cecily by my side when it went down. She was perfect. She was everything. Thinking about her made my mouth go dry and my palms turn warm.
I’d listened to enough love songs to know what that meant. It startled me though. I didn’t know how to love anyone. Especially not anyone as special as her. I had to try though. She was right beside me without hesitation. She didn’t question me, she didn’t hinder me, and she didn’t run away.
