Find Him: The Bear's Curvy Girl (BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance) (Mates of the Walkers Book 2)
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CHAPTER THREE
Callum immediately pulled her into his wide lap, moving the tall redhead as if she weighed nothing at all. She gasped, but the fierce lock of their lips muffled it as his tongue dipped against hers, the girl desperately pushing herself against him. Callum’s hands roamed over her body in mirrored need, both of them suddenly very aware that there were far too many clothes on them and that they’d have a lot more fun without them. The feverish yearning for him had grown so suddenly and still made her mind reel, but she didn’t want to question it. He made her feel at ease, safe and secure, and that was all she had ever wanted. When he looked at her, she felt like he could see through the rough exterior and appreciate her for both of her sides, the soft and the tough. It soothed her battered heart and fanned the flames of desire for him.
They couldn’t get enough of each other, their kiss long and passionate. She nipped at his lip with her teeth and he threw the blanket from her, having her straddle his lap. His hands slipped up her sides and cupped her face, pushing her away from the kiss for just a second.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, and the deep baritone sent a shockwave through her. Christie smiled at him, basking in the warmth of his presence, and lunged in for another kiss. Her hands pawed at his shirt, pulling it over his head with his help. He was carved perfection, muscles rippling under skin. She could spot several scars, marked bumps under her fingertips, as her hands explored him, and it was obvious he had worked and struggled all his life.
Christie wanted to know everything about him, learn about his pack and his past, but first there were more urgent matters to attend to. She needed him inside of her and it had to happen right away. Her fingers undid the silver buckle on his jeans just before he tore the oversized shirt off of her, obviously one of his.
Christie gasped but didn’t try to cover herself up, her usual slight shyness about her body forgotten in the moment. Callum drank in the sight of her, his hands running over her soft stomach and dipping between her breasts on their path upward. Christie moaned softly under his touch, seeking out his lips once more and letting herself fall into the kiss. Callum undid her bra and it slipped off her chest, the garment discarded to the side. His hands touched her breasts gently, rough fingertips circling her nipples and making them form into tight peaks. She groaned into his mouth, his kiss muffling it. The bulge in his pants rubbed against her heavily and she undid his zipper, pushing the jeans down a bit. When she lowered the edge of his boxers to reveal his throbbing cock and she felt its weight in her hand, she thought she would melt into a puddle right on his lap.
He shifted his hips higher a bit and pushed down the jeans to roll around his knees and then his ankles, the man laid out in his full glory for her. Callum nuzzled his face against her neck and the stubble on his chin tickled her slightly as he moved down towards her breasts. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making it stiffen into a delicate peak, she moaned loudly and wriggled in his lap, forcing her wet sex against his rod. He lapped and nibbled at her nipples, teasing her relentlessly while his fingers dipped below the band of her panties. She rubbed herself against his hand when his fingertips grazed over her clit, wanting him more and more by the second. Her hands tousled his hair as she grinded on him, delirious with need. It was comforting being sure that he wanted her as badly as she him.
Callum started pushing her panties down and then changed his mind. Christie gasped as she felt the seams rip under his powerful hands, the useless lingerie forgotten on the floor a moment later. He hoisted her up a bit by her hips and by cupping her mound in his big palm, shoving her upwards until she hovered just over his cock. Christie lowered herself slightly and her body tingled with excitement as his thick head pressed against her entrance, promising endless delights. He was big and thick, but she was completely flooded with her juices and ready to do whatever needed to fit him. When she sunk down on him, slowly, she could feel her eyes welling up with tears. He gave her all the time she needed, grasping her hip with one hand while his thumb circled her clit lazily, enticing her with the endless delights he could offer her.
She winced as he stretched her wide, the girl feeling immensely too small to fit his girth, but his warm breath on her neck as he kissed her and the slow rhythm of his pulse making his cock throb deliciously in her tunnel made her go further. She bobbed up and down on him carefully, learning to fit him, until she could finally take almost all of him. Christie gasped for breath, staying in place and hoping to adjust to him. Callum wiped a tear from her cheek and laid a kiss where it had rolled, his strong scent making her already dizzy head spin.
“Are you alright?” he asked, a growl tumbling in his throat and being barely kept down. Christie nodded, sweat dappling her skin, and the next moment she knew he had taken her fully. The man had grabbed her by her waist with his big hands and thrust into her. The girl screamed out, but it quickly died in her throat as he started driving into her with a steady rhythm, taking the pain out of the equation and replacing it with pure pleasure.
She purred with delight as he made her meet his rhythm, shoving her down by her hips just as he thrust upwards. While never being a prude, Christie hadn’t been given much opportunity to truly enjoy the wicked delights that two bodies could bring each other. It was very clear that with Callum, all of that would change. She kissed him hungrily, her nails raking down his broad shoulders. Her clit bumped against him as she rode him, the sensation of him rubbing against her making her stomach twist and hot and cold flashes run through her spine. Their moans coiled together and the smell of sex and lust took over. Christie couldn’t see or hear anything but her immediate pleasure and the heavenly man she had so happily found.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist and moments later she found herself on her back, staring up at the ceiling until Callum’s boyish smile filled her vision. He kissed her as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling the man into her more. Long fingers trekked down his chiseled chest, marked with brown curls of hair, and down to his abs and navel. She reveled in the feeling of his body responding to her touch, his skin breaking out in goose bumps wherever her fingertips trailed. The big man with his commanding presence could be brought to his knees by the touch of the right woman and it made her giddy to know that she was that woman.
Her tongue darted into his mouth and tasted him deeply, thinking she might never get enough of him. Callum started drilling into her with slow, measured thrusts, making Christie shudder all over. He was just the right combination of a slow but demanding lover that made her knees quake and her slit pulse with need. The slow, consistent motions gave her time to fully enjoy the contact, her back arching and soft murmurs escaping her lips. His muscles bulged on his back when he strained against her, not rushing either of them along but being sure not to cut the enjoyment short either. Carefully, he withdrew from her and before Christie could protest, she felt the slick warmth of a nimble tongue slide over her crease.
She trembled, her hands balling into fists as a deep blush came over her cheeks. He parted her legs and held them there, despite the spasmodic shivers that went through her thighs as he teased her. Measured circles around her clit made Christie’s core swell and contract, the fire burning hot. She pushed her head back and her back arched, hips bucking into him as he took her with his mouth, his tongue parting her folds and tormenting her like no man had before. Two thick digits slipped into her awaiting tunnel and she thought she would shatter into a million pieces right then and there. He pumped them in and out of her, rubbing against her most sensitive spots, and fanned the need for release higher and higher.
When she collapsed around him, brilliant flashes of color flashed before her eyes. Christie groaned loudly, the room reverbing with her shrill moans. Callum didn’t take it any easier on her, suckling on her clit throughout her drawn-out orgasm and making sure she was never without fingers to soothe her need. Finally, he made his path upwards, laying small kisses on her stomach and chest until he reached her mouth
, the girl kissing him thankfully. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and it made the kiss that much more delicious.
Callum sunk between her legs, easing himself into her, and she clutched his back. Small muscles clenches around him, driving him towards his release. Her mind slowly cleared after her own spectacular finish and she could focus on more than just the immediate wanting. Christie kissed his shoulder as the man rutted into her, his heavy body propped up on his elbows. The couch seemed impossibly small, yet just the right size to fit them at their most urgent time. A small voice in her head suddenly urged her to caution, reminding her that she knew nothing of the man and that they weren’t using protection. A look of worry pierced her expression, but she didn’t want it to stop. Callum felt her sudden apprehension and his gaze sought out hers.
“It’s alright. Nothing will happen to you – it’s not the season yet,” he said. She made a note to ask him about what it all meant later, but for now it was enough. If he said that it would be alright then she would not doubt him. There was an all-encompassing feeling in her heart that the man could never lie to her and she trusted him without question.
Her hips bucked against him, wanting him to feel the same pleasure he had brought her. The way he flexed and writhed against her touch made her smile, loving the kind of reaction she could draw from him. Sweat dappled their skin, the entangled bodies wrapped together tightly. She could feel his cock throb deep inside her and each thrust took him closer to the edge. His need was almost palpable and her nails dug into his skin, the man teetering so close to his release. When he kissed her ruby lips again, he finally gave in. A deep growl bellowed from his throat, piercing the air around them. It took her breath away, the bear showing itself at his weakest moment. Callum paused, down to the hilt in her as he emptied his load into her.
Christie whimpered, her thighs holding him in her by his hips. She arched to meet him, his impressive body clenched and straining. When he exhaled, relief in his tone, she smiled slightly. The man looked at her and mirrored her smile, laying a quick peck on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them around, the girl now on top of his broad chest. Christie ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, basking in the afterglow. She was sure she would have plenty of time to freak out about how fast everything had moved, but for now she wanted nothing else than to enjoy the still moment of perfection between herself and the growly bear of a man she had stumbled upon.
Callum played with her long auburn locks, his breathing slowly going back to normal. One arm was still wrapped around Christie’s waist, holding her on top of him, as if making sure she would never stray too far from him.
“So, what happens now?” Christie asked, not looking up at him. Callum pursed his lips, pondering the question for a trifling second before shrugging his shoulders.
“I think now we have to get to know each other, my sweet. I don’t think there’s any way we could get rid of each other anymore.” His words were marked with a smile and when she glanced at him, he was grinning broadly. It was infectious and she giggled, an impossibly girlish sound that she thought incapable of making. Christie laid her head to rest on his chest, his hands enveloping her in a warm embrace.
Just like his brother Caleb, happiness had found Callum on its own and in the form of a delicious, smart and beautifully curvy woman. He couldn’t have been more lucky and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to protect that bliss.
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Find Him: The Bear’s Curvy Girl
BBW Werebear Erotic Romance Short
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Anya Nowlan
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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