The Bear’s Capture

I cried out as he moved his finger around the little bud faster.

“Give it to me, Susie. Let go and come.”

I placed my hands on Bear’s shoulders, wanting him closer, needing so much more.

He didn’t stop rubbing his fingers against my clit, giving me pleasure, making it never end.

I came for him, because of him.

When the pleasure started to dim I ached for more, desperate for it to last forever.

He used the weight of his body to press me down on the mattress, his chest to mine, his strength meshing with my softness.

“So fucking good.” He growled out the words. “Knowing I’m making you feel good gets me off, baby.” He ground his erection into my belly. He reached between us to touch my wet pussy again, rubbing his fingers through my folds.

I was going mad with my lust.

He ground himself against me harder, as if he was losing his mind … like I was.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, Susie. You feel how hard you make me?”

He was huge and hard against me.

Bear slid his hand down my thighs and took hold behind my knee. I couldn’t breathe, my throat so dry and tight, this arousal pumping through me like another person in the room.

He moved in between my open legs, his cock now pressed right up against my pussy.

I gasped and he groaned. I knew I had to tell him this was my first time.

Licking my lips, I inhaled and just said it. “Bear, I’m a virgin.”

He growled, this purely animalistic sound leaving him.

“Mine,” he said with determination. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

6

Susie

Sensations moved through me, controlling me, trying to consume every inch of my body. I found myself desiring to do whatever he wanted, not because I was weak, but because it gave me pleasure to make him feel good.

Did he feel the same way?

“Give me everything, Susie. Give me you.” His voice was husky, deep. It moved over me like fingers stroking along my entire body. Bear thrust his massive cock against my pussy, back and forth, slow and easy, torturing me. The thick length moved up and down my center, teasing my clit, making the bundle of nerves swell, my lust burning hotter.

He ran his teeth and tongue along the side of my throat, right over my pulse point.

“You were mine before we got to this point, but once I’m stretching your virgin pussy, once that cherry is popped and my cum is filling you … there’s no going back.” He pulled back ad looked into my eyes. “Is that what you want?”

I nodded, not able to say a word.

He moved back another inch and I looked down to watch him grab his dick, stroking the monster from base to tip.

“Say the words. I want to hear them.”

I swallowed. “I want this, Bear.”

He shook his head. “Say it how I want to hear it.”

I licked my lips. “I want you stretching me with your big cock, popping my cherry.”

He groaned and clenched his jaw, the muscles under his scruff-covered cheek flexing. He opened his eyes again and used the hand not gripping himself to touch me. Bear started touching me again, rubbing his fingers up and down the lips of my pussy, making me wetter for him. He moved a finger lower, plunging it into my body.

I opened my mouth on a silent cry, my body trembling for him, for his touch. He started fucking me with his finger and I knew I was going to come from this alone. My pussy clenched around his digit, sucking it in deeper, needing something thicker, more substantial.

“Let go.”

And as if his words had been what I needed, I came for him, closing my eyes and crying out. I reached up and gripped his wrist, holding onto it for support as I was thrown over the edge.

It was when the pleasure dimmed and I floated back to reality that I realized Bear had removed his finger from my pussy and was now right between my splayed thighs. He claimed my mouth, plunging his tongue into the hot, wet recesses and fucking me there. I felt him move on top of me, knew he was pressing his hips into the mattress, dry-humping it because he couldn’t control himself.

That turned me on even more.

“Fuck,” he said in a deep voice.

I spread my legs wider, his body big and hard, pressing me into the mattress, making me feel wholly feminine.

The pleasure still coursed through me, stealing any thoughts from my mind, taking the very breath from my lungs.

He pulled back after long seconds and stared at my pussy, this look of pure need, of untold desire, flashing across his masculine face. I was burning up, yet goosebumps moved along my arms and legs. Bear reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips wide. He stared at the most intimate part of me for what seemed like forever.