Page 20 of Poke the Bear

My baby needed me. The mums and the nanas advice all jumbled around in my head and was replaced by this.

Sucking her clit in soft, long swallows, each one tugging her sensitive spot slowly. Her skin here was so velvety soft, my cock was already imagining how it would feel when I finally speared into her. But right now I was patient, a bear on the hunt, but not for fish or seals but this. The moment her thighs widened, welcoming in, her little intake of breath as I traced my fingers around her opening. I was worried about how much I was stretching her before, but she seemed to fucking love it. Well, she’d need at least three fingers if she was going to take me, so I pushed one inside.

She was volcanic hot and so damn slick. My finger glided in with little resistance, then hooked upwards. There, that rough patch of skin. The nanas had told us that’s where our baculum would lock down, right where our mate needed it the most. I tried to approximate that now, raking my fingertip along that spot and the results were instantaneous.

“Oh…!”

That little gasp of surprise was everything I needed to hear, followed by the flex of her hips in time with my strokes.

“Oh…! Oh…!”

I felt her shift on the bed, roll up to take a look at what I was doing, but I put a warning hand on her stomach. She wanted to watch me? I’d always let her, in bed, on the field, wherever the fuck she wanted, but right now I rolled my eyes up, meeting her gaze.

And I held it as I licked a big stripe along her cunt, her mouth falling open when I did. I stared at her as I sucked her clit in. I heard her call my name, felt her stroke my hair, then grab it tight against the skull and I leaned into the pain. On the field it meant I was going as hard as I could and right now, that also held true. I’d work my damn arse off servicing her, making her feel good, making her come.

“Adam…!”

Her voice was getting all high and breathy again and I fucking loved it. It told me I was doing this right, doing her right. That’s all I’d ever wanted, to please her, serve her, give her everything she ever fucking needed and then more. I wanted her drowning in pleasure and that’s why I pushed the second, then the third finger in.

She was tight and that sent a shiver down my spine. My cock jerked in my pants, imagining what it would be like to have all that sweet, slick heat clasping me, but not now. I needed her to come again, to be all blissed out on the bed before I did what came next.

“Oh fuck…” she breathed. “Oh fuck…!”

My tongue moved faster, flickering over her clit and my fingers pushed in and hooked up into her G-spot.

“Fuck… Adam!”

That’s it, beautiful, I thought to myself, moving faster. Just like I did when I stood before a goal, I could see it, how good this would be. The ball sailing through the goalposts and this.

Her hands buried themselves in my hair and right now I was fucking glad I ignored my family’s advice and grew it long. It meant I could feel the prickle of each strand as she pulled it tight. She made clear just how fucking much she loved this, needed this and inside me the bear roared.

Fuck.

She let out this high little wail, but I didn’t stop. Her hips jerked, her cunt twitched, clamping down on my fingers to stop them from pulling back, but she needn’t have bothered. I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted this, the long sobbing breaths as she came and kept on coming, my fingers working that spot inside her, until finally she fell limp on the bed.

When I rose above her, I licked my lips, not wanting to waste a drop of her. I licked my fingers clean before my hands went to my bed.

“Tell me you want more,” I said, wanting that to be all light and sexy, but it came out growly and desperate. “Tell me you want me.”

She smiled then, something soft and lazy and that gave me hope, but none more than this.

“Of course I want you.” She held out her hands and then gestured for me to come forward and that was her first mistake. I was out of my clothes and on her in seconds.

“Good.”

My voice broke on that and her focus sharpened. Where the fuck had this come from? I thought, but I knew why.

One of the reasons why Kaine was always on my arse was because I craved all of the attention he couldn’t handle. As a kid I’d do almost anything to get it. Clowning in front of our family when I was little, then dominating at sport when I saw people’s reactions. The cheer of a crowd? No greater drug exists, except maybe this.

I didn’t know the people in the crowd, but I did her. In some ways they were easier to please because I knew exactly what they wanted, for our team to win. But Freya…? Her desire was thick on my tongue, a heady perfume in my nose, but did she want…? One night, a week, another date, forever? I could only settle for one and that was everything, but I had to start here.

“How’re you feeling?” I asked, smiling down at her.

“Good.” She gave this cute little cat-like wiggle. “So good.” But then she reached up and stroked the side of my face. “Though I could be better.”

“Something you need?” I said, the bear saying it right along with me. “You just say the word.”

But she showed me instead, her hand feeling so little and soft around my cock, making my eyes roll back and my hips burn with the need to thrust forward. Into her in whatever form she’d allow. Instead I counted backwards by tens, trying not to spill my cum all over her pretty tits.

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