Page 157 of Maizy the Bear Charmer

“Remember? I told you that you would have lots of trouble with me because I’d get spoiled rotten. You’ve done your job well.” He growled when she rubbed her pussy up and down his length as he walked into the shadowy recesses of the outdoor room. “I want you to fuck me wild, like a stallion with your big cock inside me, the way you did on our first morning. Then make slow love to me under the stars.”

Her words, and the mental images they inspired, inflamed him as he set her down. “I need to get the mattress out of the base. Turn around and bend across the tub, legs together. Hold on to the opposite edge.”

She sounded breathless as she turned to do his bidding and he placed the thick cushion on the outdoor bed frame. When he turned back to her, he was entranced by the sight of her beautiful, upturned ass, which glowed like burnished copper in the silvery moonlight.

He stood there just staring at her, amazed, and listened to the sound of her rapid panting. She wanted it wild—she’d get it wild. He crowded her from behind and buried his nose in her hair at her shoulder, breathing her in, growing harder and harder for her. A soft shudder rippled through her body as he swept her hair over her shoulder and nipped at her neck and growled.

He braced a hand on one of the wall supports and slid the other forearm around her front, at her hips. His distended cock stood straight out, as if seeking her heat. Planting his feet just outside of hers, he lifted her up onto her tiptoes to better align their bodies. His head slid through her drenched slit until he found the quivering, vulnerable haven between her pussy lips. With all the restraint he could muster, he paused there without pushing inside her.

“Want it, angel? Want my cock inside you? Fucking you?”

“Yes! Yes! Hard, baby! Fuck me hard!” Her cunt clenched and contracted around his head, driving him to the brink.

With a hard flex of his hips, he drove home with a single thrust, planting every inch inside of her. She howled lustily and ground against him, her cries growing louder as she rocked on his stilled cock and her orgasm billowed and clenched all around him.

“That’s right, angel, come for me. Damn, I love you.”

He pulled out and snapped his hips hard and began fucking her as if his life depended on this one act. He pulled out to the tip with every thrust, watching as her cunt bathed him in her juices, and slid home hard, making her curls bounce and her breasts bob with every movement. She panted beneath him, begging for more, which he gladly gave.

“Hold on tight, angel,” he ground out as he released his hold around her hips and slid his fingers down to her apex and rubbed her clit.

She gasped and cried out, “Oh, yes, Cody. It’s coming! I feel it!”

Their flesh smacked together over and over, the scent of her arousal making him drunk with passion. The sensation of burying his cock deep inside her tight, wet cunt over and over, combined with pounding his flesh against her soft derriere was nearly his undoing. By the thinnest of threads, he held back from coming and ending it too soon.

He listened to the pitch of her cries increase and growled in agony as her silky cunt milked his cock with each clenching contraction of her orgasm. When she was done, he pulled out and fisted the base of his cock and tried to catch his breath. His balls were ready to explode and he could’ve sworn he saw stars.

She was limp, stretched out over the tub, and needed his help to stand again. He focused on her and breathed deep as he watched her arrange herself on the cushion. She reclined, with her legs rubbing together, obviously still hot and ready for more.

With a wicked grin, he pointed at her legs. “Show yourself to me. Spread them wide.”

Her breathing increased as she did as he asked.

Pointing at her glistening, aroused pussy, he said, “Touch yourself for me. Stroke your clit.”

She eagerly did as he asked and he could hear the wet sounds of her fingertips on her slippery cunt over the whisper of the wind in the trees and the lapping of the water in the pool. She keened softly as she arched her back and whispered his name, pleading with him.

“Slide your fingers into your cunt, angel. Fuck yourself with your fingertips. That’s right, nice and slow, like you wanted.”

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