Page 33 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3
He pulled back and grunted. “It’s time to claim my woman.”
I twined my arms around his neck, and he picked me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist while being carried to our ranch home. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and stomped through the house and upstairs into our massive bedroom.
With his firm hand on my back, he lowered us onto our gigantic bed, his heavy body lying over mine.
He moved his elbows next to my head, watching me with sexy, hooded eyes. My gorgeous Fergus was contemplative. He lowered his head to mine, staring, predatory, and focused. My pussy pulsed and tingled with pleasure.
I was ready for him to mark me, officially making me his for the world to see.
He lifted my leg, curling it around his waist, and he pressed his body close, making sure I felt the hard ridge of his erection through my pants.
Rocking his hardness against the warmth between my legs, he groaned. He took my mouth with a measured sensuality, seducing my lips and tongue.
“I missed your taste.” He kissed me unhurriedly, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his hand slid down to my hip, gripping it.
My body trembled. His hand inched up, settling firmly underneath my breast, along my rib cage.
I was going crazy from his sensual kiss, his taste, his smell.
I wanted nothing more than him.
His every move was languid, while my body screamed to be taken hard.
I tightened my arms around his neck, trying to urge him to go quicker. Fergus shifted, pressing his hips firmly between my quivering legs. The hardness of his loins pushed against my throbbing core. Our kiss was endless. With every lick, stroke, and flick, I sank deeper under his spell. I climbed higher as he increased the pressure of his erection against my center, edging me closer to an orgasm. I arched my hips against him as I cried out beneath him and came.
Pushing away from me, he stood, took off his shirt, and kicked off his boots.
Damn, I can’t get enough of his tanned, muscled body.Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I stared at the outline of his straining shaft encased in his pants.
“Fergus, I need you inside me now.”
“So impatient.” He leaned forward, nipping my bottom lip.
He unsnapped my pants before yanking them off, leaving on my underwear. When he extended his hand, I clasped it, letting him pull me up to sitting. He tugged my sweater over my head before tossing it across the room.
He gazed at me while I parted my legs. I was sitting there, clad only in my black lace bra and boy-cut panties.
“Stop being such a damn tease,” I whispered.
He growled as he glided his hands up from my knees along the tops of my inner thighs. My muscles clenched. The emptiness inside me became a dull ache. Pushing my legs open, he settled between them.
My body was throbbing, open and ready to receive him. I tilted my hips, wanting him to feel my wetness. I kissed his neck, loving the taste of his saltiness on my tongue, before biting down. He hissed as a shudder ran through him.
I skated my hands down to his taut ass, and his muscles bunched under my fingers as I pressed him closer. He moaned, his brows drawing down into a harsh expression. His hardness ground against my wetness as he palmed my hip.
“Fuck this taking-it-slow shit,” he growled before jerking away from me.
Fumbling with the zipper of his pants, he took them off. His cock bobbed against his stomach. Impatiently, I ripped off my panties and bra, throwing them onto the floor.
He settled over me. I moaned as he molded my breasts with his hands while sucking and biting one rock-hard brown nipple until I was writhing and grinding beneath him. He journeyed down my body, pausing now and then to nip and suck at small, sensitive sections of skin.
He took a minute to look at me lying there, trembling and wet, ready for him to take and possess. I gasped as he cocked my hips, kissing my warm folds. His thick tongue swirled around my secret center, flicking it repeatedly, before sinking inside my throbbing core. My ass flew up, and he held me still, demolishing me unrelentingly with his wicked, clever tongue.
His soft rumbles vibrated against my clit, heightening the pleasure, almost sending me over the edge.
“Fergus. Baby. Please. Stop.”
His tongue continued to pillage my tight depths until I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged hard. He snarled in the back of his throat.
