Page 39 of Bear

It hurt. All of it. Every shift, every movement, every flex of muscle reminded me just how sore I really was. But I gritted my teeth and kept going. I nuzzled against the curve of her jawline, biting at her earlobe.

“Tell me, honey,” I growled. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

I slotted a hand between our bodies and Shelby’s thighs twitched when I stroked her stiff clit.

“You,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s all yours.”

“So when I tell you to come on my cock, you’ll be a good girl and do it?”

Before Shelby could reply, I pinched her clit until she whined and squirmed.

“Fuck - yes, Bear, I will.” She cupped her hands to my face, staring down at me as she bounced in my lap. “Fill me. Fill me up like only you can.”

Hearing those words from my sweet Shelby’s mouth drove me wild. It didn’t matter how bruised I was. I pulled out just far enough to twist her around, propping her hands on the tub’s edge. Plunging into her from behind, I clutched her waist, my fingertips leaving indents in her skin.

Shelby clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle herself as I pounded into her. Her legs and arms trembled. Hooking an arm around her middle, I circled her clit with relentless pressure.

Her pussy tightened around me. My balls drew tight and my hips stuttered. My body was on fire but the drive to make my woman come was the only thought on my mind.

“Milk me dry, baby,” I said. “Take every last drop I pump into your pretty pussy.”

Shelby’s knees buckled as she orgasmed, shuddering in my arms. I barely managed to keep her upright as I followed her over the edge a moment later. We collapsed into the bath again, her back pressed to my chest, breathing hard.

I kissed Shelby’s shoulder and the curve of her neck, nestling her body tight against mine. When my cock grew soft and slipped out of her, I didn’t even think about what I was doing before I slid two fingers between her thighs and tucked them inside her, preventing my cum from being washed away.

“That’s a little possessive, don’t you think?” Shelby murmured, amusement light in her tone.

I nuzzled against her earlobe with a small smile.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one who told me to fill you up. I’m just following orders.”

Shelby laughed softly and turned her head to look at me.

“And what would you do if I told you to marry me?”

A heartbeat of silence filled the bathroom. Before I could reply, she shook her head and dropped her gaze, tracing idle patterns on my forearm, down to my wrist, over my battered knuckles.

“Never mind. I was just teasing. It’s too fast for that anyway.”

I tightened my arms around her and kissed her hair.

“I want to propose to you properly,” I said. “With a ring and a plan and a speech. I want to do it right. And I need to find a house so we have more space. My apartment is already cramped with two teenage boys.”

Shelby twisted in my arms to look at me seriously now.

“You mean…that doesn’t scare you off?”

I sighed and cradled her chin in my hand.

“Honey, look at me. Do I look like the kind of guy who scares off easily? I thought you would have figured out by now that I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you. I swear.”

Shelby swallowed hard. She blinked as tears welled up in her eyes and she pressed a long, lingering kiss to my lips before curling up against my chest.

“Thank you for reminding me,” she whispered.

I smoothed my hand down Shelby’s hair, resting my chin atop her head.

“I’ll remind you every day if that’s what you need, baby.”

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