by Wild, Nikki
Over and over he sucked my clit, fucking into me harder and harder with his fingers, until my body froze in motion, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave of sensation, my body frozen in pain, frozen in pleasure, suspended in time in a second of release until I crashed back down, my entire body tingling with the pure joy of being alive, of being a woman, of being so blessed that I was here, now, with this beautiful man.
My arms snaked around him, pulling him close as he rose up, his mouth capturing mine in a frenzied kiss of peaches and pussy. I melted below him, my entire body turning to a puddle of pleasure and softness.
And he allowed me that.
For about thirty seconds.
I clung to him, my breath slowing, my senses returning slowly. He kissed me, over and over, his sensual, slow kisses quickly turning hard and rough again, until he pulled away, his eyes flashing down at me.
Hunger. Lust. Savage, animalistic need.
That’s all I saw. The gentleman was gone. The man that had taken me in the restaurant had replaced him. The hard set of his jaw only made him sexier and the darkness in his eyes sent my heart racing with excitement.
“It’s my turn,” he growled, before grabbing my waist and flipping me over. I laid below him, not sure what he wanted me to do.
“Get on all fours,” he said. I slid my knees under me, raising up my ass and looking over my shoulder back at him.
He was incredible. Hard, strong, determined, and deliciously naked—everything about him was a masterpiece of masculinity that I wanted to study, memorize, engrave onto the darkest, deepest parts of my soul.
I didn’t realize it then, but that’s exactly what was happening.
Chapter 16
In one smooth, velvety rush of pleasure, his cock sank deep inside my quivering pussy.
I rocked back towards him, determined to experience every single inch of his delicious hardness. Deeper and deeper, he inched forward until a savage growl escaped from him, his throbbing hotness piercing the deepest parts of me.
“Yesssss,” I moaned, waves of pleasure lighting up every inch of my flesh with shivering, tingling electricity. I pushed back against him, lowering my shoulders to the bed and raising my ass higher, opening myself up to him like a wanton hussy. I didn’t care. I didn’t even think about it. Offering myself to him so brazenly, so boldly, seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my hips as he grasped me roughly, pulling back onto his cock as he began pounding into me with the force of a bull. I gasped, surprised at the roughness as he slammed into me harder and harder. I sank down into the bed, bracing myself with my knees as he sped up.
I gasped as he slapped my ass, my head flying around and looking at him. He was lost, his gaze trained on my ass, at his cock sliding between my lips. He hit me again, harder this time, and I whimpered as I felt the heat rush to my ass cheek, as he continued to pound into my pussy relentlessly. Over and over, he slammed into me, hitting my ass between thrusts, alternating sides as he began moaning loudly, his cock swelling side of me.
I turned back around, melting into the bed, relishing in the intensity of so many different sensations. His cock deliciously sliding into me contrasted against the faint pain of his pounding hips, the fiery burning of the blows against my skin, all mixed together until I was lost completely, my mind falling under his spell, my body submitting to it all, welcoming every inch of pain and pleasure that he inflicted.
He reached down, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head from the bed, forcing me to arch my back as he pulled me back to him. He pulled my head to the side, capturing my lips in his, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth as his cock slammed hard into me, over and over, his fingers tightening with every thrust until I was whimpering into his kiss. He softened his grip, his fingers sliding out of my hair as his hands found my hips again as he held on tightly and began pounding into my pussy faster and faster, my juices flowing over his hot, throbbing shaft.
“Fuck me, Bear, harder, harder,” I encouraged. He was pounding into me so hard that my vision had blurred, all awareness of anything outside of his punishing hammering faded away and all I could do was search for the magical release that my body was crying out for. He hit my ass again, his blows raining hard and fast, my skin burning beneath his touch.
Abruptly, he pulled out and I whimpered in protest, my pussy crying out for his hardness. He grabbed my hips, turning me around swiftly. I fell back on the bed, my thighs falling open as he smoothly slid back inside, his lips finding mine as I snaked my arms around him, my hands clawing at his taut flesh, his muscles rippling under my fingertips.
He kissed me deeply, his cock thrusting inside of me sensuously, his tongue twirling around mine, our bodies searching for the deepest part of the magic together, our hips dancing as one, rhythmically seeking the only thing in the world that mattered in the still darkness of the night.
We found it. Frantically crashing over the edge together, his cock exploding with a forceful heat that shot right through me, his fiery release sending me crying and writhing below him, seized by the pleasure that rushed over me, my body shuddering and shaking and clutching onto him in a desperate attempt to keep from floating away into the air.
I clung to him, never wanting to leave, never wanting this moment to end, never wanting whatever this was to change into anything else.
I’d never come this close to perfection, to heaven, to ecstasy.
In that moment, he was life.
Chapter 17
I thought he was done. I thought we’d drift off into a blissful sleep, dreaming of rainbows and unicorns and everlasting love.
It had been that magical.
After a few moments of allowing me to lay my head on his chest, my fingers lazily running through the soft hair on his chest, my entire body left in a daze, he shifted. I moaned a soft protest as he slid out from under me and off the bed.
“Come back,” I pleaded, as I watched him walk across the room to a large armoire in the corner. His ass was a picture of perfection, flexing deliciously with each step. He opened the doors and pulled something out, turning back around and heading back. I gasped when I saw his cock was rock-hard again, throbbing and huge, like the last hour hadn’t even happened. Hunger flashed in his eyes like a thunderstorm. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m not done with you,” he growled. I couldn’t help but smile.
My eyes trailed down to his hands and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what he was holding. Long, black silk scarves dangled from his fingers.
“What are those?” I asked.
“You ask a lot of questions,” he replied, his voice tense and low. I shivered, my entire body waking up again, tingling with excitement and anticipation.
“I told you I had questions,” I teased, a slow smile spreading across my face.
“I’m not in the mood for questions,” he growled, crawling onto the bed towards me, his dark eyes smoldering.
“What are you in the mood for?” I purred, running my hands over the curves of my breasts and down my hips like a preening peacock displaying its feathers. He turned me on like nothing I’d felt before.
For once in my life, I felt wanted.
I felt sexy.
I felt alive.
His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue forcing its way in, his kiss deep and urgent and searching. I whimpered, arching my back, pressing my breasts into his bare chest. He tore his mouth away, the storm in his eyes raging.
“I’m in the mood to fuck you again,” he growled. “Harder this time.”
I shuddered at his words. He’d damn near fucked me into the next universe already and I didn’t know how much harder he could get without killing me. I nodded, slowly, opening my thighs and sliding my hand down to my clit, my fingers pressing into it, circling it, over and over, before sliding a finger inside of my soaked pussy, in and out, in and out.
“Fuck me harder, Be
ar,” I whispered. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me all night.”
He groaned, swallowing hard, the heat rolling off of him like an inferno of animalistic need. Quickly, he set to work. He grabbed my hands, spreading them over my head, tying them easily as he secured each one to the posts above my head.
“Bear, you don’t—,” I began to protest.
“—Hush. This is what I want.”
I bit my lip, watching him as he pulled my ankles down, securing them with the ropes just as he had with my hands. Soft and silky, the satiny black fabric rubbed against my wrists and ankles sensuously. I tried to pull out of them, but they were knotted tightly and I couldn’t move but a few inches in either direction.
Bear stood up, inspecting his work, his cock bobbing between his legs like a baseball bat. My eyes were glued to it, my mouth watering, my pussy quivering as I yearned for him to slam himself back inside of me.
My eyes widened as he reached down, his fingers wrapping around his shaft, his fist sliding up and down his cock, his face taken over by the savagery of his urges.
Gone was the refined businessman.
Gone was the charming gentleman.
Gone was the teasing playboy.
The Bear standing in front of me was pure man, pure animal, pure passion.
He climbed back up on the bed, his hands running up my thighs, his fingers digging into my pussy, finding my clit and circling it lightly, sending jolts of delicious pleasure shooting to my center, my head falling back on the bed as I cried out. His fingers slid inside of me, one, then two, then three, and I gasped at the fullness. I was so wet, so ready, I welcomed all of him. He pulled his fingers out, pointing them all together and sliding his entire hand inside of me, hooking his fingers as he came out then shoving them back inside, fucking me over and over with his fist until I was squirming and crying out, my orgasm quick and sudden.
“I’m coming,” I screamed, as he continued pumping his fist inside of my spasming pussy until I was thrashing around below him, my body on fire as my juices flowed over his hand. He pulled out slowly and I gasped for breath, my breasts heaving, my nipples hard as rocks.
“Good girl,” he said, leaning down, his mouth landing on my pussy, licking up my juices as I moaned in pleasure, my hand sinking down into his hair, pushing his head harder against me. I’d just come, I felt like I’d died from pleasure and his mouth just kept it going, his tongue lapping up every drop of my juices, darting inside of me, his tongue fucking into me and sliding up to my clit, until I was coming again and again, my body seized by a symphony of shivers and shudders and waves of deep emotion that left me gasping for air.
“Good girl,” he growled again as I felt him lift his head up. I opened my eyes to find him hovering over me, his blue eyes almost black with desire as he slid his cock into me again. I opened myself up to him, every inch of him like a revelation of life.
I struggled against my restraints, hating that I couldn’t wrap my entire body around him like I so desperately craved. He fucked into me so hard, slamming into me so powerfully, shoving my body further and further up the bed with each thrust.
He reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he drilled into me.
“You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Chloe?” he growled. My mouth gaped open at his words and I froze. He squeezed my hair harder, pulling my head back a little, his eyes flashing.
“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you’re my little slut, Chloe,” he demanded.
I nodded, my pussy spasming around him, his words shooting right to my pussy.
“I said, say it!” he yelled, his fingers tightening even more around my hair as he slammed hard into my pussy. I gasped in pain, crying out.
“Yes, Bear, yes—I’m your slut!”
“Mmm,” he groaned, his cock swelling inside of me. “Good girl.”
Over and over, his cock hammered into me, my pussy wet and swollen and hot, his cock sliding into me like a machine as he kissed me hard, pulling away again before I could kiss him back.
“Say it again, don’t stop,” he insisted, reaching down and pinching my nipple hard. I gasped in pain again, jolts of searing heat shooting through me. “Tell me what I want to hear, you little slut.”
Something snapped in me. A shedding of inhibitions, a shrugging off of all traces of decorum, I lost a part of me in that moment that I’d been holding on to all of my life. I let go and it all floated away, there was no more self-judgement, no more preconceived notions of who I was supposed to be or how I was supposed to behave. Everything fell away and I became a different version of myself, a sexier version, a wilder version.
I’d found freedom in those restraints.
I didn’t care about anything but completely losing the person I used to be and becoming whoever I was in Bear’s arms, in Bear’s eyes.
“Yes, fuck me, Bear!” I yelled, my voice louder than ever before. “I’m your slut, my pussy is all yours, please just fuck me, please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking your pussy. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please just take me!” It didn’t even sound like my voice. It was husky and low and full of yearning and lust.
Bear’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. They shone with approval and flashed with the stormy lust that I craved to unleash in him. He was everything I wanted in that moment, the only thing I needed.
With abandon and uninhibited power, he fucked me with the force of a thousand gods, using my tied down body for his every pleasure, coming inside of me over and over and over, until we lay spent and exhausted in each other’s arms hours later, the sunlight breaking through the darkness of the night sky, throwing embers of golden light over our naked flesh as morning dawned a new day.
Chapter 18
We slept till noon, the smell of eggs and bacon waking us up.
Bear stirred beside me, pulled my naked body close to his and slipped his hard, throbbing cock inside of me from behind. Sleepily, he thrust inside of me, his arms snaked around my waist, spooning me as he fucked me slowly. I moaned, arching back towards him, loving the softness of his fucking compared to last night.
He’d fucked me so hard and for so long, that my pussy was raw and sore, but even still, the soft gentleness of his thrusts was so sweet, it was like a salve on my sensitive skin. His hardness sliced into me, filling me up deliciously as he shifted on top of me. I wrapped myself around him, my thighs, my arms, my lips finding his as he fucked me faster and faster until he was coming inside me again, his entire body stiffening under my fingertips, his muscles rippling as he filled my pussy with his heat as I spasmed around him.
Slowly, he slid out of me, kissing me gently and staring into my eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile. He looked so handsome in the morning, his hair tousled around his head. Everything we’d done last night raced through my head. I felt so close to him now. He was still a bit of a mystery, there were still so many things I didn’t know, or didn’t understand about him, but the little bit I had learned seemed to explain so much.
I hadn’t had time to wrap my head around it all yet, but seeing him here now, the morning sunlight shining on his naked flesh, his beautiful blue eyes bright and clear as they shone down on me—somehow it was all starting to make sense.
“Smells like Bruce made us breakfast,” he said, tracing a finger around my nipple. “Are you hungry?”
My stomach growled in response and we burst out laughing.
“Let’s get up,” he said. “There’s somewhere I want to take you today.”
“Do we need a helicopter to get there?” I asked.
“No,” he laughed, kissing my nose. “Not unless you’re a very bad girl,” he growled.
“I can be whatever you want me to be,” I replied, lifting my chin daringly. Just being in his arms made me feel sexy. I’d never have said anything like that with Harlan, or anyone else for that matter. He made me
so much more daring than I’d ever been before.
His eyes widened at my words and a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he brushed a kiss across my lips and stood up, reaching out a hand and pulling to my feet. We stood at the side of bed and he reached down, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me into his body.
“Don’t forget what you said last night,” he said, his voice a low, sexy warning.
“That I’m your slut?” I whispered, pressing my tits into him.
He squeezed my ass harder and I moaned, pressing harder into him.
He groaned, his cock twitching in my hand.
“Or, that my pussy is yours?” I cooed, standing up on my tiptoes and licking his bottom lip daringly. “Which one?”
“If you keep that shit up, I’m going to have to bury my cock inside of you again,” he growled.
“Would that be so bad?” I asked.
“Never. But I need fuel, woman. Food!” he squeezed my ass playfully again and pressed his lips against my nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you again real soon, baby.”
“I hope that’s a promise,” I whispered, smiling up at him.
“If I were you, I’d take it more as a threat,” he winked. “I don’t plan on being very gentle.”
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, Bear, I like it hard,” I replied.
His laughter echoed off the walls, my heart soaring with happiness.
“I could tell,” he winked again, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. “Shower. Get dressed. Let’s have breakfast. We’ve got all day to fuck. I need to talk to Bruce for a bit. Meet you in the kitchen.”
“If you say so,” I said, pouting.
“Good girl,” he growled, slapping me on the ass as I walked away.
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By the time I’d showered and dressed and made it back to the kitchen, Bruce was gone.