The BEARly Reluctant Grizzly (Bear Clan 4)

I was about to eat her alive until she came so fucking hard my ears would ring from her screams and my bear would be able to sample the nectar that would flow from her lush, curvy body. I walked toward the mattress, let her slide down the length of my body until her feet touched the floor, and reluctantly took a step back.

And then I just stared at her.

She wore these little denim shorts, the material having risen up when she slid down my body. Her thighs were smooth and creamy in color, and all I kept thinking about was parting them and watching as her pussy lips spread wide so I could see her wetness. My mouth literally watered when that image slammed into my head.

I reached down and pressed my hand right over my dick, applying pressure and trying to ease the ache in my shaft.

Fuck, I was already losing control and I hadn’t even really touched her, didn’t know how wet and hot she was.

“Your eyes,” she whispered, and I knew what she was talking about without even asking.

“It’s my bear,” I growled out and took a step closer. “He wants out, Ainsley.”

She swallowed, the sound audible.

“Why?” she whispered.

I made another low, animalistic sound. “He wants out because of you, because he wants you that fucking badly.”

I inhaled, the scent of her desire coating the air and causing my cock to jerk even more. As she stood there, I kept my focus on Ainsley. “I’m hungry for you.” My voice was distorted, my bear rising up. I was more animal than human right now.

“Get undressed for me, baby.” I could hear my bear in my voice. It had a rough, harsh quality to it, one that was slightly distorted and on edge. I could see the way her nipples hardened under her shirt, and my cock jerked at the sight. I wanted to bury my face between her breasts and rub my cheeks on the stiff peaks, lick at her flesh, gently bite her.

The whole time she got undressed, she watched me, and I stared right back at her, letting her see how obsessed I was for her already.

And then she was naked for me, and I couldn’t help but stare at the large, perfect mounds of her breasts. Ainsley wasn’t skin and bone. She was thick and curvy. She was fucking perfection.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, and I watched her throat work as she swallowed. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “No man has ever seen me naked, has ever kissed me.”

Fuck.

I made quick work of getting fully undressed.

“Ainsley.” I groaned her name. “I’ve never been with a female, never wanted anyone but you. My mate.”

I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing the base of my cock and stroking myself from root to tip.

“Is this really happening?”

I nodded. “It’s really fucking happening, mate.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think clearly. “Touch yourself for me.”

I was breathing so hard and fast, I felt my chest rising and falling almost violently. “Imagine it’s me touching you, Ainsley.” A drop of pre-cum lined the tip of my dick, and I spread it around the head, adding lubrication as I jerked myself off and watched her obey me. I could have easily gone over there and touched her myself, but watching her lift her hands and grab the mounds, doing what I said, was such a fucking turn-on.

What I wanted to do was go over there and touch every inch of her, lick every part of her body, and feel her writhe beneath me, but I wanted this visual temptation first. I wanted to erotically torment both of us before we caved and gave ourselves over.

This had been a long time coming, and I wanted to prolong it. If I went to Ainsley now and touched her, I’d come before I even felt how hot and tight her virgin pussy was.

“Like this?” she whispered, and I couldn’t hold back the groan. She sounded, looked, so fucking innocent.

“Just like that, baby.”

I watched as a blush stole over her cheeks and covered her chest. Ainsley ran her palms up and down her breasts, and then curled her fingers into the giving flesh.

“Fuck, Ainsley. Just like that.” I was jerking myself off now, running my palm up and down my dick, staring at her tits as she moved her palms over

the mounds. But the truth was, I couldn’t take any more of this delicious torture. My control slipped, nearly broke in half, and I found myself moving toward her, getting onto the mattress and curling my hands around her hips.

She made the sweetest little sound at the contact.