The Bear’s Capture

“You’re so fucking tight. This virgin pussy was made for me, only me. Isn’t that right?” His voice was gruff.

“Yes. Only yours, Bear.” I couldn’t help but moan those words out.

“Your cunt will be nice and stretched by my dick alone.”

He slammed into me again and again, groaning behind me, causing me to shift on the bed with his thrusting.

I couldn’t think straight.

“Christ,” he said on a harsh whisper. “Yes,” he hissed out. “So fucking hot.” The groan that came from him was long and deep.

His balls were pressed right against my clit, slapping the bundle of nerves every time he thrust into me, slammed that hard cock into my pussy.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

He moved faster, harder, fucking me with long, powerful strokes. God, I wanted this to last, needed it to. I didn’t ever want it to end.

He gripped me harder, making it known with his touch that I was his. The possession in his hold was tangible, clear as day. Bear grabbed a chunk of my hair with his other hand and pulled my head back. With my throat arched, exposed, I was vulnerable to him.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more.”

Another orgasm rose up, consuming me, making me cry out for more.

He tightened his hold on my hair a little harder, thrusting into me faster. I couldn’t help but cry out for more, from the sensitivity of it all.

“Bear,” I cried out and closed my eyes as my climax washed through me.

He pushed into me once.

Twice.

And on the third thrust he buried himself deep in my body and filled me with his cum.

And when he finally relaxed, Bear pulled away, his hands lingering on my hips for a moment. I was too exhausted to hold myself up. I collapsed on my belly, eyes closed, breathing hard. After a moment, I forced myself to open my eyes. My head was to the side and I watched as Bear looked at me, this intense stare on his face, trained right on me.

He owned me, irrevocably, undeniably.

He reached out and rubbed his cum along my flesh, as if wanting his scent, his very essence engrained in me.

“I do,” he said and I hadn’t realized I’d said that thought out loud. I should have felt humiliation over that, but all I felt was longing, need, and my arousal climbing.

He pulled me close, holing me tightly, making me feel like nothing could touch us, that we were in our own little world.

There was no doubt Bear was primal and intense, that he was feral and a loner. But being with him, having him touch me, give me pleasure, told me I was his … all of that made me feel like the wall he’d built around himself was crumbling.

For me.

7

Bear

Three months later

I parked outside of the grocery store where Susie worked, my nerves running high being in town. I was a recluse, a hermit, more or less, and I most definitely wasn’t a fucking people person. I didn’t miss the townspeople glancing at me, the way they whispered, no doubt talking about one of the savage mountain men who’d come down into town.

But over the last three months I’d found myself coming into town more than I ever had. And it was all because of Susie. It was all because I loved her so fucking much I’d deal with the suffocation I felt when I was around all these damn people.

I straightened when I saw her leaving the grocery store, her focus on me and her smile wide. God, I loved that woman more than life itself. Over these last few months we’d been talking about her moving in with me, and although I’d never rush her, the very thought of sharing my space with her, waking up with her beside me every morning, holding her as she fell asleep every night, had me jonesing to rush it. But I also knew that I’d wait an eternity for her to decide what she wanted to do.

And if she didn’t want to move in with me, well, we’d cross that bridge when we came to it.

What I did know was that I’d move to this godforsaken town if that was her wish. I’d realized shortly after I’d claimed her that if she wanted to move to the busiest city in the world, I would have gladly followed her.

Because not having her in my life was not an option.

She crossed the street and climbed into the passenger side of my truck. The scent of vanilla and cherries filled my nose, instantly made me hard, and all I wanted to do was pull her over the seat, into my lap, and fuck her.

But instead I leaned over and kissed her, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, taking her scent into my lungs and memorizing it. I straightened and cranked the engine, driving out of town and to the lake. The drive was twenty minutes outside of town limits, the picnic lunch I’d packed before picking her up sitting in the back of my truck, as well as the bottle of homemade wine, a thick blanket, and my need for her overriding all of it.