Joel (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 5)
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“Linnie,” Cain said, his voice deep. He spoke her name with a deep rumble, throaty and heavy with lust.
Linnie felt the head of his cock swell, felt his shaft twitch, and felt the hefty vein that ran along his marvelous dick throb. Linnie angled her hips up as the fingers that rubbed at her clit became a blur of motion.
Cain gave a final, forceful thrust. He plunged his cock as deep into Linnie as he could, the soft head of his impressive shaft bumping against Linnie’s cervix. The tight bundle of his sac smacked against her sore clit.
Linnie cried out as pain and pleasure mixed, deep inside her body. Linnie whimpered as one, two, three thick jets of cum tore out of Cain’s cock, soaking the walls of her inner sanctum. She worked her hips back, feeling Cain’s cock throb and pulse, depositing shot after shot of his hot, sticky seed inside her, filling her; she felt full, as if she was ready to burst. Feeling Cain’s hot cream within her was too much, and it pushed Linnie over the edge; Linnie felt her climax carry her away.
Linnie’s pussy pulsed around Cain’s member, squeezing it as tightly as it could, milking and tugging and desperate for every drop of Cain’s cum. She felt her fingertips press along the leather of the couch, felt the fires of her pleasure surge through her body, rushing out from her clit and her cunt and setting her muscles on fire. Her thighs shuddered, and as the sensation passed up her spine, she felt Cain’s cock continue to pump her full of his seed.
The climax stole Linnie’s breath, and she felt a wonderful, velvet darkness tease the edges of her mind. Cain gave her another thrust, and then gently picked her up from the floor. She gave a gentle moan of pleasure, as she felt Cain’s great strength lay her on the couch, and felt him tenderly lay a blanket atop her, as he slid in around her feet.
At long last, sleep came easily to her.
The morning sun seemed brighter, the morning after the storm. Linnie roused herself slowly, glancing around the cabin, finding that Cain was nowhere to be seen, but the smell of coffee filled the room, creeping forth from a pot that sat atop the warm coals of the fire.
A few minutes later, Linnie slipped outside, into the brisk morning air, following the steady “thump” of Cain, chopping wood. She stood a moment on the porch to watch him as he rebuilt their woodpile after last night. Seeing her standing there, he paused a moment, and walked towards her.
She leaned over the edge of the porch to speak to him. “I’m going to testify.” she said, and he nodded. “It’s what’s right, isn’t it?”
Cain was quiet, and let her speak. She nodded to herself.
“You’ll be with me, won’t you?” Linnie smiled. “To see it through to the end?”
“You’re not going to be able to get rid of me, I’m afraid.” Cain said, putting his hand over hers.
Linnie smiled, the first carefree smile she’d had in a very long time.