Bearly Tamed (BBW Shifter Security Romance) (Big Paw Security Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  She pushed him back and thought to get down on her knees, but he was too tall. Even a cock of his length would barely reach my mouth. Instead she positioned him against the vanity and her hands went to his waist. Belt buckle, buttons, zipper undone in an instant, his pants fell against the marble tile at their feet. She pushed him.

  “Sit,” she insisted.

  “Bossy and freaky. Aight…” Dragon said as he sat down on the vanity, his back against the wall mirror. He pulled his shirt up to expose his abs. His hand stroked his pale shaft, his full ten inches thickening out. Blue vein ran down the length like branches of a river. His balls hung below like massive stones, full of his seed.

  Iyesha stood in between his legs, still fully clothed. She ran her hands along his abs. His cock playfully batted away her hands. Smirking, her hands went to his balls and she lifted them appraisingly. Squeezing and massaging them, she leaned over and gave Dragon a long lick from the base of his cock to the tip.

  “Ohhh…” he uttered, his eyes closed and head leaning back. His hand went to the back of Iyesha’s head, aiming the head of his cock to her mouth.

  She was happy to oblige, widening her mouth to take in the large head of his manhood. She glanced down and saw the long thick length of him disappearing into her mouth and down her throat. She began working her mouth up and down in his lap, going a little further down each time. She pulled up, gasping for air. A long string of saliva stretched from her lips to the shiny head of his cock. Wiping her watering eyes, she licked all around his balls and gently sucked each into her mouth. They’re like two hard boiled eggs!

  Dragon pulled her off his cock and got off the vanity. In one smooth motion he picked her up and dropped her onto the vanity. Her ankles on his shoulders, he pulled her panties to the side and brought his thick snake to her hole.

  As he pressed into her, Iyesha felt her lips strain against his girth. Her slit and pubic hair were soaked with her wetness, but she still winced as Dragon pushed deeper into her. He didn’t ask if he should go slower or if she was ok. He’s just taking me, oh God how I’ve needed a real man like this! She arched her ass up, giving him easier angle to access her tunnel. She reached up and grabbed his nipples through his shirt, tugging on them.

  Grunting against the pleasure and the pain, he began thrusting into her with earnest. His hands sank into her waist, pulling her onto him as he speared her over and over. His balls swung like wrecking balls, smacking her in the ass at the apex of every thrust. He kissed her deeply.

  She lightly bit his lower lip, trapping it in her mouth as he fucked her. A dull ache jarred her from her core. As dragon sank hilt deep into her, the head of his cock was bumping against her cervix, bottoming out inside her. I’ve never been a size queen but this is incredible. I must’ve done something to please the god of deep dicking! Her swollen clit rubbed along the length of his dick, sending bolt of pleasure through her. She could feel herself edging close to orgasm.

  Dragon widened his stance and lowered his hips, pounding into her even faster. His head went back and he gritted his teeth.

  Iyesha felt him pull back for another thrust then pop out of her, leaving her so close to orgasm. She was surprised when he pulled back and stuck his cock over the edge of the vanity into the sink. She could see his balls contract and the thick vein running under his cock pulsed. Spurts of ropey cum shot out into the sink, blasting the edge and landing in a sticky pool around the drain. She reached over and grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing him up to the tip to empty it. A final shake sent the last few drops down the drain.

  “I don’t do baby mommas,” Dragon said. “We cool?”

  “Yeah,” Iyesha said, trying to hide her disappointment.

  Dragon’s hand cupped her chin and brought her eyes up to his. “I know you didn’t nut, but we gotta get this show on the road.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. “We got all weekend to take care of you.”

  “I look forward to it,” she said honestly. She scooted off the vanity and straightened her hair out in the mirror.

  Dragon put his pants back on and checked himself next to her.

  Iyesha could see him measuring her up. She stood a little straighter, a small smile on her face.

  “Is the pilot going to be pissed about us being late?” she asked.

  “You’re looking at the pilot,” Dragon said, tucking in his shirt and walking back into the bedroom.

  Iyesha watched Dragon leave the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. The girl looking back had messy, tussled hair. I’m normally pretty satisfied when I look like this. She stripped off her clothes and stepped in the shower.

  Hot water cascading down her body, she reflected on her new situation. This is crazy! She took a bar of soap from the shelf and began to lather her body. The suds smelled strongly of vanilla, and her hand wandered down to the soft downy patch between her legs. She needed to finish what Dragon began.

  Iyesha’s other hand went to her mouth and she thought about how his cock tasted and felt as it used her lips and tongue. The skin stretched taut, the thick vein pulsing along the edge, making his rod impossibly harder. Her hand left her mouth and went to her nipple, tugging and tweaking. Her other hand began to work her clit, the hot water and suds letting her fingers glide over it with abandon. I need it…I need you, Dragon!

  That thought gave her pause. She’d never felt so drawn to someone before, even men she’d “dated.” Fine, more like a series of one night stands that happened to be with the same person. But this was a whole new kind of feeling for Iyesha. In their brief time together, she felt a need for this man. Not just physically, but something else. Something deeper.

  But what’s the point? He has girls like me lined up. A thrumming sensation spread through her body, her aching pussy still demanding to be relieved. She thought about how he’d promised to fuck her properly later, so maybe there was something else there. If he didn’t care about me, he wouldn’t have been so mindful about my needs. She began rubbing her nub again, increasing the speed and pressure. Her other hand left her abused nipple and joined the other at her sex, dipping a finger inside.

  If I want something bad enough, I just have to work hard to get it. Or, in my case, if I want someone bad enough, I just need to work his shaft hard to get him! She slipped two fingers into herself, plowing her tunnel. She leaned against the wall of the shower, imagining Dragon pinning her up against it while he ravaged her. I’m going to make this man mine. She bit her lower lip as her hands matched rhythms and the beginnings of an orgasm pulsed through her.

  Her legs trembled, and some subconscious part of her brain kicked in to keep her upright as the ecstasy overtook her. Her tender pussy clamped down on her fingers and spasmed. Her fluids ran down her legs, carried away by the hot shower. She looked up and smiled at nothing, her eyes closed and the water cascading down her body. She opened her eyes and noticed a small glass bulb up in the corner of the shower. Is that some kind of jet safety thing? So much of this was alien to Iyesha, but she was resolved to not make a fool of herself anymore.

  Turning off the faucet, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with one of the towels hanging on the wall. Idly, she checked the towel for a label, wondering if she had something in common with Dragon at a basic needs level. Hey, I know you’re a billionaire but we get our towels from the same big box store. Ain’t that place great? She searched both sides of the towel, but there was no tag. Along one hemmed edge she did see some odd stitching, and at first she took it for sloppy workmanship. Ha! He has shitty towels! Iyesha’s triumph turned to bewilderment when she held the towel closer to her face. The stitching was letters:

  For the Dragon.

  Baruq

  Iyesha looked for a place to hang her wet towel, but didn’t see a towel rack. There was a small door in the wall and she opened it. It was just a small shaft leading down into darkness. She resolved that this must be where the wet towels went, so she stuffed the towel into the openi
ng and shut the door. It popped open and she slammed it shut again with force.

  She put her clothes back on and looked in the mirror. No makeup, but looking pretty good au natural. Iyesha took a deep breath and left the bathroom, turning the light off on her way out.

  Walking back into the bar area, more things caught her eye. The curious glass bubbles were placed intermittently around the ceiling. They must be emergency lights. She wondered where Dragon was. Was he serious about being the pilot of the plane? Iyesha noted that she hadn’t seen any other people on the jet yet, but that was probably because the crew hadn’t come on board yet. She grabbed her purse from on top of the bar where she’d left it. She took a compact from inside and put on a little blush and lipstick. Her Fire Engine Red lips smiled back at her. She put away her makeup and rummaged for her phone before remembering that Dragon’s manager took it.

  With no clue what to do next, she continued her exploration of the plane, this time towards the cockpit. In the hallway past the bar, a large rug hung on the wall behind an enclosure of plexiglass. It looked very old, the ends frayed and twisted with age. It was an old patchwork mosaic, the faded patterns of red and blue barely visible anymore.

  Further down the hall was another room, an office. A large wood desk took up most of the room, the only other occupants being a laptop on the desk and an office chair. Well, it’s nice to see Dragon has a boring side as well. Out the small port window in the office, she saw signal batons being waved. Runway workers were motioning to the plane. We’re about the take off…where’s my seat?

  “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,” Dragon said smoothly through the hidden PA system spread through the jet. “I’d just like to thank you for flying with us today. We’ll be taking off shortly, taking a due southwest heading to Tahiti International Airport. Take your seats and buckle in.”

  Panicking, Iyesha tried to recall if she’d seen any normal plane seats anywhere aboard, but she hadn’t. She ducked into the office and sat behind the desk in the office chair, her hands spread across the desk to brace herself.

  A wicked chuckle came across the PA system. “Girl, get up to the cockpit. This trip is about to pop off,” Dragon said,, his voice cajoling Iyesha.

  Iyesha got up from the desk and went into the hallway, going further down it until coming to the cockpit door. Inside, Dragon sat in the pilot’s chair. The seat next to him was empty.

  He glanced back to look at her. “Take a seat, co-pilot,” he said, gesturing next to himself. His tone was indifferent, but his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary. “We’re behind schedule, but we can make up for some of it.” He turned back to the dials and controls in front of him.

  “Ok!” Iyesha said cheerily. It’s cute that he called me co-pilot. She gingerly stepped into the seat next to Dragon and sat down. Immediately she felt the seat move and reposition itself. From her lower back up through the back of her head, the chair held her and supported her like it was made for her. She looked over at Dragon and could see the thick girth of his cock through his pants, snaking down into one pantleg. Why is he hard again? A coo escaped her lips.

  “Pretty nice, ain’t it?” Dragon asked, smiling.

  Shit! Iyesha pulled her eyes off his crotch. Oh, he meant the seat. “Yeah, it’s incredible. Wait, so you’re really the pilot?”

  “Yeah, I fly whenever I can.”

  “But can’t you aff-“ Iyesha began, but cut the word off. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  “Sure I can afford someone else to fly for me, but I’m the kinda guy who likes to take control.” Dragon checked a gauge on the dashboard in front of him. “Besides, I’ve been flying planes for a long time. Gotta have a hobby.”

  “Well sure, hobbies. I crotchet hats and sell them online,” Iyesha lied. She had a friend who did this, and Iyesha always made fun of her for it. Truth be told she really didn’t have any hobbies to speak of. But once I get back, I’m going to crotchet some shit.

  “Mmmhmm,” Dragon mumbled. “I’m reading good for fuel and oil. How are we on cabin pressure?”

  Iyesha’s heart hammered in her chest. Co-pilot! Co-pilot! Oh God! She tried to remember what she’d put on that resume, but came up blank. It had been so long ago, so many margarita bowls ago. “Umm…cabin pressure…” she said, looking around at the massive amount of gauges and dials in front of her.

  Dragon turned to look at her, impatiently waiting for an answer.

  “Cabin pressure looks…optimal?” Iyesha said, still scanning the gauges in front of her.

  “Optimal?”

  “Yes, optimal. Or maybe, you know, satisfactory?” Iyesha said.

  Dragon brought his hand up to his mouth. “And how about our bilge capacity? About how many knots do you think we’ll do once we’re up in the air?”

  “Oh our bilge capacity is perfect!” Iyesha answered quickly. It had to be on a jet like this, right? “I think we’ll do an average amount of knots by my readings.”

  Dragon erupted in laughter, no longer able to contain himself. “Ahh girl, you are trouble! What am I gonna do with you?”

  Iyesha tried to deal with conflicting amounts of embarrassment and rage. “I’m sorry. I’m not a co-pilot. I think maybe there was a mistake on my resume.”

  “Oh maybe there was a mistake on your resume? That’s some weak shit girl,” Dragon said, recomposing himself. “Maxwell probably chose you because you had flight experience.”

  “Did…did I ruin your trip? Like did you need me to fly this thing too?”

  “Yep, we’re fucked. Guess I have to find another attendant. Maybe one that doesn’t lie on her resume,” Dragon said, shaking his head. He sat and stared at Iyesha.

  “Oh God, I’m so sorry Mr. Dr- uhh, I mean Dragon. Look, I’m so sorry. I know your time is very valuable and I didn’t mean to ruin your vacation!” Iyesha said, exasperated. And I just blew my fucking chance with him. Iyesha slumped into the conforming chair. No paycheck either, I guess. This didn’t bother her as much as the former thought, which surprised her. She crossed her arms and looked back at Dragon.

  Who was smirking.

  Iyesha sighed. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

  “Girl, fucking with you was what we did back there,” he said, throwing a thumb behind them towards the tail end of the jet, “and what I’m gonna do to you later,” he said, grinning irresistibly at her. “But I was messin’ with you. Technically, by FAA rules, I can’t fly this thing solo. I have to have someone else on board who can fly it. So let me ask you, Iyesha,” he said, emphasizing her name, “Can you assist me in piloting this aircraft?”

  “Yes?”

  “That doesn’t sound like a confident answer, Iyesha Barnes. Try again.”

  “Yes,” she responded, more confidently.

  “This time with a little more passion and maybe I’d believe you.”

  “Yes I can fly this fucking plane!” Iyesha screamed towards the cockpit window at no one in particular.

  “Baller. Now buckle up, it’s time to get going,” Dragon said, leaning across to Iyesha’s side and flicking a switch. Something deep in the plane switched on, and pressurized air blew on Iyesha from a small spout above. Dragon put on a headset that was next to him, a large letter D with two dragon wings emblazoned on the side. “Check, check control tower one. This is USA four-three-nine ready for takeoff.”

  “Reading you loud and clear, USA four-three-nine. Confirming your flight path will be due southwest to Tahiti International Airport, no stops?” a voice crackled over the PA system. Dragon reached for another switch and flicked it, silencing the voice. “Sorry about that,” he said to Iyesha.

  “No that’s fine,” she responded, checking to make sure she was buckled in. Glancing over at Dragon, she saw him flick more switches while going over technical details with the control tower. Flicking another switch brought the engines on.