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Bear’s handsagainst my body feel better than I could have possibly imagined. I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet, and I’m close to cumming.
“Oh bear,” I moan, fisting the hair on the back of his neck. Arching my head back. Letting him kiss my throat. Pecking and nibbling at my soft skin like a starving man who’s just been given a delicious foot-long sandwich full of meat and salad and topped off with delicious homemade spicy mayonnaise. “That feels divine.”
“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” His voice is low and gravelly. It sends shivers right down my spine. All the way to my clitoris.
I’ve been waiting for this moment all week. But somewhere along the line, I managed to talk myself into thinking he wouldn’t be interested. I’d fallen back into old habits. That negative little voice in the back of my head telling me I was an idiot for thinking a man as gorgeous and rich as Bear would be interested in me. Even though, he’d pretty much come out and said he was.
But then I woke up this morning, and I walked around the house, and I realized my time was running out. That, if I wasn’t careful, I was about to let the best man I’ve ever met walk out of my life forever. And I came up with a plan...
I sneaked out while he was busy working and had my hair done. I went to my favorite clothing store and spent a whole hour trying on different outfits until I found something that made me look just right. But it turns out I didn’t need any of that. All I had to do was trip over a stupid step and have him catch me, and before I knew what was happening we were on the floor and our tongues were colliding in a tender, passionate embrace.
“Take your jeans off,” I order him. “I want to see what I’m working with.”
“Right here?” he asks, a devilish smile on his face.
“Where better?” I force his head back and bite his bottom lip. His hands cup my ass. Squeezing tight. His erection pressing against my opening. Rubbing my clit through the layers of clothes that divide us. “We’ve spent the whole week working together. Right here. And now I want to ride you until your balls erupt their delicious white cargo into my pussy. Right fucking here. You have a problem with that?”
“No, ma’am,” he grins.
“Good.” I haven’t felt this alive in ages. Maybe ever. For the first time in my life, I’m taking charge with a man. And from the look on Bear’s face, he’s loving it. “Now do as I tell you. Take your frigging jeans off.”
He reaches up with his mouth, but I put my finger over it. He looks offended. “Not until you do as you’re told,” I tell him, slapping him gently across the face.
“Oh, Fuck,” he groans. “You’re making me so hard right now, Lana.”
He reaches down between us and unclasps his belt buckle. It’s a big silver thing with an engraving of a horse or mountains or something like that on it. But it’s so worn I haven’t really been able to see what it is, and I never really wanted to look for too long, in case Bear thought I was staring at his junk.
He pulls the belt off with one savage tug. Throwing it into the corner of the room. It clunks against the floor loudly. Then he undoes the buttons holding his jeans in place and slowly wiggles free.
I stay on top of him. Straddling him. My legs on either side of his hips. But when he takes his boxers off, I can feel the heat coming off his cock burning through the material of my thin, tight-fitting leggings.
He’s bigger than I expected. Long and thick. A big, blue vein runs down the middle. The tip of his cock is glistening. Already soaked in precum.
I pin Bear’s arms to the side, against the hardwood floor he only finished repairing yesterday. Then, I slide down his body until I’m gripping his length with both hands and running my tongue along his shaft.
“Shit, Lana,” he roars. “Baby, that feels so fucking good!”
I force as much of him down my throat as possible. But he’s too long and too wide to go all the way, even when he pushes his hips up into my mouth.
I run my tongue up and down his manhood. Caressing his cock with my lips as I do so. Holding his balls in one hand and the base of his cock with the other. Using my fingers as a makeshift cock ring. Constricting his huge, angry snake with my grip.
But then he pulls away. “No,” he says, taking my face in his hands and kissing me on the lips. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Not the first time. I want to cum inside you.”
He lifts me up and carries me to the couch. It’s kind of dusty and covered in little bits of wood, but I don’t care. I look over my shoulder and notice the window is wide open and the curtains aren’t closed, but I don’t care about that either. All I can think about is Bear. Right in front of me. His long, angry erection standing to attention. Sticking out from his body like a sword. Ready to go into battle.
He pulls my leggings off, and then stands back. Looking at my pussy.
At first, it feels kind of weird. I’m more of a turn-the-lights-off kind of girl. Always too insecure to have a man see me naked. But as I look at Bear, I become more confident. He obviously likes what he’s seeing.
I spread my legs and run my finger over my opening. “Is this what you want?” I tease him, pushing a finger inside me.
He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth. Licking my juices straight off my skin. “God, you taste good,” he growls.
Then he falls to his knees and buries his face between my legs. His tongue caresses my slit. He sucks on my little ball of nerves as his fingers dive inside me. Sawing in and out as I bite my lip and close my eyes and let my body be overtaken with sheer pleasure.
My stomach quivers, and I know I’m about to cum. I can’t hold back any longer. I don’t want to.
“Yes!” I scream. “Yes, yes, yes!”
