by Leah Kent
She licked his shaft one more time, feeling the shiver down his spine. She gripped his shaft as she took his tip in her mouth, tracing the outline with her tongue. She sucked hard, adding suction, and felt him grip her hair and groan. While continuing to suck his tip, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down his dick, taking him deep into her throat, but not even getting half of his dick in her mouth. He began to slowly pump into her mouth, holding back from going as hard and deep as he would like to. She took him farther into her mouth, giving him the okay to let his inhibitions go. He quickly took her cue and pumped his dick quickly in and out of her mouth. He grunted deeply with each pump, lost in the satisfaction of having another person under him. She had to admit to herself that she loved to feel under him as well. She was not only satisfying him, she was satisfying herself. This was what she had been dreaming of for years, and now it was a reality. She felt him losing control of himself, growling as he drove even faster into her mouth. She gripped his ass as leverage as she took him choking on his length and girth.
Her grip on his ass seemed to awaken him from his movements, and he pulled out of her, pulling her up from the ground, carrying her in his arms to the stacks of hay just across from his front porch. He lovingly sat her on the hay, and got on his knees, kissing her hard as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off of her body. He kissed her thighs, down her legs, to her toes, gently sucking one of them into her mouth. She shivered with delight, moaning aloud. She took her other foot and kissed each toe individually, sucking each of them into his mouth. She felt the electric zing of desire ripple through her body. He spread her legs apart, rubbing her clit with his massive hands as his head descended upon her throbbing pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, savoring the way it instantly burst with reaction at his touch. He was a professional, sucking and rubbing all the right places at all the right times. His mouth opened wide to taste all of her, her body shuddering with delight.
As his tongue worked its magic on her body, she felt his fingers inching closer to her opening. He slowly inserted one finger, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm. His tongue maintained its heightened attention to her clit, never giving her break from the onslaught of pleasure. “Oh, Antonio,” she moaned out, clutching his hair as if it were the key to her survival. If he stopped she felt as if she might die, his finger and his tongue were the very thing giving her life right now. And she loved it. He took her exclamation as the signal to increase his pace, sticking a second finger into her tight, wet pussy. She screamed aloud as she came hard on his fingers. He rapidly stuck them in and out, drawing her orgasm on. He looked up at her, watching the way her face contorted with blissful agony of her orgasm. If this was what it was like before he had even entered her, she was in for one hell of a night.
As her orgasm came to an end, Antonio resumed his devouring of her pussy. She was wetter than she had ever known herself to be, throbbing with the remnants of her orgasm. She could hear his slurps of her juices, and the moans of delight at the taste. It only turned her on even more, and she pressed his head deeper into her pussy. He gently nibbled on her clit, which threatened to send her back into a roaring orgasm. His tongue was a master, her pussy his pupil. It would teach her new levels of pleasure, and the kind of life and sex she should always be having. If she had her way with him, she would have this for the rest of her life.
Oral sex had never been this intimate for her, and this sensual. Of course it was sexual, she put his dick in her mouth and he was slurping up her juices. Even on this new plane of pleasure, her stubborn and snarky personality shone through, she laughed to herself. At least some things never change. But she had never had an experience this deep before. In the past, she gave guys blowjobs as a matter of fact, as either the foreplay to get them going, or as the main course. And she never experienced a blowjob for herself. At least not one this pleasurable. All men should be forced to learn this skill, she thought to herself. It would be much easier to keep women happy if men knew how to pleasure them in the same way women must pleasure them. With how she was feeling right now, she couldn’t imagine being anything but happy. She could not be angry, or sad, or let down. She was on cloud nine.
“Do you trust me?” Antonio asked her suddenly. She looked down at him and smiled, but was unsure. “Yes,” she said, halfway believing herself. “Turn around then,” he said, standing up to admire the view. She obeyed him, nervous about the coming situation. If he wanted what she thought he wanted, she was terrified. He leaned her over the stack of hay, and kissed her neck, sucking her ear lobe into his mouth. She felt his prominent erection pressing against her ass, and felt the nervous thrill she had not felt in her life since the first time she had ever had sex. “You will enjoy this,” he said, kissing down her back to her ass. She shuddered with fear and excitement, but would not miss the chance for the world. She was ready for whatever he had to give her.
He lovingly kissed each of her ass cheeks before playfully smacking each of them. “Have you ever been taken here?” he asked roughly, the bear in him wanting to claim her for his own. She loved the ownership in his voice. “No,” she said meekly back to him. “Good,” he replied, before spreading her cheeks apart, and diving into her ass. He licked around her hole, and she felt her body contract involuntarily. He continued regardless, thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole gently at first, to get her used to the idea of something in there. She loved it, and did not feel any pain. He was an expert at playing her body, and giving her exactly what she didn’t know that she wanted.
She reached her hands around her body and held her cheeks apart for him so he could better focus on her. She felt his nose digging into her flesh, his beard scratching and firing off all of her most forbidden and hidden sensations and nerves. He reached one hand underneath her, rubbing her pussy as he continued to eat out her ass. She cried aloud as the combination rocked her body. She was glad that she was leaning on the hay, as her knees gave out, unable to hold up her body with the experience of her pleasure. Her fingernails dug into her ass as she moaned into the hay. He used his free hand to gently insert a finger into her ass. It felt much better than she had ever dreamed that it would. She pressed her body back against him, wanting him to go harder, faster, deeper. He continued to rub her pussy and finger her ass, driving her into another screaming orgasm. She called his name, unable to contain herself. She felt him swell with pride at his conquest. He had not even penetrated her yet, and she was proclaiming herself as his.
Her orgasm was still raging when he stood up and turned her around, kissing her hard. “I can’t wait to be inside of you any longer, I need to feel you, now,” he commanded, pressing her down into the hay. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips, pressing him closer. “What are you waiting for then?” she asked.
Chapter Five
He palmed his cock, pumping it several times. “I don’t care about a condom, fuck me, now,” she commanded. She saw a spark of anger in his eyes at being questioned, before he brutally thrust inside of her. She cried out loud, but with pleasure. His cock felt even bigger inside of her pussy than it had in her mouth. He skipped slow, going straight into hard and fast. With one hand he rubbed her pussy, and with the other hand he tore her shirt off of her body. She quickly unfastened her bra and threw it aside. He grabbed at her breasts, massaging her ample globes. Her pleasure deepened as her sensations were overloaded. It was almost too much for her body, too much that felt good, too much that was dangerously addicting. His cock continued to pound her pussy into submission. He was showing her the raw side of him, the side he was afraid to show others.
It dawned on her that he wasn’t afraid of finding love because he was a bear shifter. He could control his changes, and it would be easy for a potential wife to never even know he could become a brown bear. It was the bear in his personality that he was afraid of, the animal needs and desires that he was powerless to prevent or without. He could not be someone he was not. He w
as charming, and she believed he would be an affectionate husband. But she also knew that he was an alpha, and needed a wife who would do everything and anything that he wanted her to do. Could she do that? Could she put aside herself for him, and the control she was beginning to see he thrived on?
He bent down and kissed her breasts, sucking the nipples deep into his mouth. When he did things like that, it was hard to say no to anything he was offering her. Could she turn down sex like this? She knew she had already committed herself, but she couldn’t help but go through the same arguments in her head. This was absolutely nuts. She was going to spend the rest of her life with an alpha bear shifter. But she felt that it was her best option. He would care for her, if she cared for him back.
She tightened the grip her legs had on his waist, pressing his cock deeper into her pussy. He growled as he quickened his pace, their bodies pounding shaking the stack of hay around them. She felt her entire body being overwhelmed by him. His cock was so deep inside of her she could not tell where he ended and she began. He placed his hand on his ass, leveraging himself as he continued his assault. It was incredibly sexy to watch him, his arms tensing with every thrust, his body joining with hers. He had an arrogant air about him, one that only someone with his strength and abilities could have. Everything about his stance told her that while he may not have been able to find someone to trust his secret with, he was proud of who and what he was. He was not as ashamed as she first thought. He was a powerful being, and could not be stopped. It flooded her pussy to see that kind of confidence in a man. She loved it.
She reached up and grabbed her own breast, pinching the nipple, sending her body into ecstasy. She never imagined that a man who would buy her as a wife could make her feel this good, and this wanted. His arrogance was one thing, but his need for her was also there, and it was strong. He wanted someone to share his life with, and to come home to at night. He was a complex bear, and that intrigued her. She wanted to learn more about him. She leaned her body up and kissed his chest unable to keep her hands and her mouth busy enough. His entire body was begging for attention, and she was powerless to stop herself from acting upon it. She kissed each of his impeccable abs, running her hands along his chest. Her mouth made its way to his pecs, and she licked each of his nipples, her teeth gently grazing their sensitive peaks. He growled deeply and pulled her away from them, taking her head in his hands and kissing her hard. “Now you’ve done it,” he said as he flipped her around.
Chapter Six
He pressed her head into the hay, its rough texture pressing into her cheeks. He kicked her legs apart and she heard him lick his hand before rubbing her clit. She was scared that he would take her in the ass, and while getting a rim job was pleasurable, she wasn’t sure that she was ready to have him inside of her. He sensed her misgivings and laughed, spanking her ass. “Don’t worry, I won’t take you here until I deem you ready. But for now,” he said as he thrust his cock into her pussy. He gripped her ass hard as he drilled into her. She held into the hay beneath her as she tried to take him fully. “Oh, oh, oh!” she screamed as he pummeled into her. He growled as he continued, running his hands along her back, taking in every bit of her skin. She was meeting his standards it would seem, as he groaned with pleasure. “God, you are beautiful,” he said in between grunts and thrusts.
She felt herself blush involuntarily, and embarrassingly. She was glad that he could not see her. It was impossible for her to think of the last time a man had called her beautiful. If it had ever happened, it was certainly lacking the passion that Antonio said the words with. There was no doubt in her mind that he meant what he said. She gushed with pride, and added a new sense of urgency and vigor to their lovemaking. She would show him just how much she appreciated what he was doing for her.
She spread her cheeks wide, giving him a deeper angle of penetration. Falling into rhythm with his thrusts, she pressed her body back into his cock. Groaning with the effort, she rubbed her pussy, adding to her own pleasure. With every thrust of his cock she felt the tip of his dick, and decided to wrap her hand around his shaft, stroking him with each thrust he made. He growled deeply and loudly, urging her on. She tightened her grip on his shaft, increasing the friction between their bodies. He increased the pace of his cock inside of her, grunting as he neared his own climax. She desperately wanted to join him, and to come with him.
She looked back behind her, and saw the look of absolute, unbridled passion, and it set her body on fire. She screamed his name and she came on his cock, stilling her shaking body as he continued to pound into her. He quickly joined her in climax, growling her name into the sky, frantically thrusting his cock into her. She swore she could almost feel his seed shoot into her body, which only served to drive her orgasm higher. Once he was done with his orgasm, he pulled out of her, and collapsed onto the pile of hay. She turned to look at him, and saw sweat beading down his face, but a smile on his lips. She took his face and kissed him hard. She was satisfied with herself, and satisfied that she had accomplished her task.
She wanted to say something, but was unsure of what could possibly be said in this situation. What she really wanted was to hear that she had done her job, that she had succeeded in what she came to San Francisco to do. She couldn’t help herself but stare into his eyes, trying to read his mind, and see what it was he was thinking and feeling. She just wanted to be reassured that she was not getting her hopes up for nothing.
“Denise,” he began, and her heart began to race with anticipation. It was now or never, the moment that was going to break her heart or mend it. “Would you move here? And leave your life in New York?” he asked. She felt relief flood through her system. He wanted her. “Yes, I would,” she said without hesitation. “Brilliant,” he said smiling. “Yes,” she replied. It was all happening so fast, so easily, without much thought. “How soon can you move? I want you here now,” he said, rolling his body on top of hers. “As soon as possible,” she said, running her hands along his back. “Don’t go back,” he commanded. She was already learning to appreciate his demanding demeanor. “Oh really?” she said with a false attitude. His hand quickly made its way to her pussy, and began to slowly rub it.
She felt herself getting wet, her face burning red. “Yes,” he said. “What if I changed my mind?” she managed to moan out. He increased the pace of his hand, and stuck his finger inside of her. “Change your mind?” he asked again. “Yes,” she moaned out, arching her body against his finger. He began to pulse his finger in and out of her, using his thumb to rub her clit. She gave up all pretenses and began to moan. “Still want to change your mind, Denise? I can always stop, and let you go back home,” he said with a smirk. “No…don’t stop…” she moaned out, lucky to still be able to manage to say words. “You will stay,” he asked, moving down her body. “Yes, I will stay,” she said, pushing his head down. “Good,” he said as he began his perusal of her already wet pussy. This, she thought, this was going to workout just fine.
Untamable Desire
Amber Rae
Island Cove Publishing © 2016
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Chapter One
Zoey Spencer was your average ordinary woman, more or less. She was a recent university graduate, and got a job as an accountant in a lumber company in Oregon. She was pleased, and took the job immediately. After all, it wasn’t everyday that people got jobs right out of college nowadays. She had lived in Los Angeles her entire life, but was more than willing to exchange the hustle and bustle of the city for a more quiet life in the forestry of Oregon. She had been living in Oregon for several weeks, but had yet to make any friends. She had meet people, of course. But she had been unable to completely connect with anyone since she had moved.
She was a smart, ambitious, moderately funny person, in her own humble opinion, and could normally easily hold a conversation with most people. She knew that she wasn’t an ugly girl either, in fact she considered herself quite good-looking. She had long, chestnut brown hair that ran down her back in waves. Hazel green and brown eyes shone out of her shapely face, sparkling with that shine that only resides in youth. She was medium height, but had mile-long legs that seemed to go on forever. She knew that if she was willing and able to put herself out there, she could find someone in no time. But she just couldn’t bring herself to open herself up to anyone. She felt as if she didn’t know how to anymore.