A Baby for the Bear (Wylde Brothers 1)

Sweat formed on her body, and she felt her orgasm starting to churn inside her, threatening her that what was happening would end far too soon. He worked his dick inside her in deep, long strokes, and she curled her hands into the butter-soft leather.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped out, and even though she wanted to feel it claim her, she didn’t want it to end yet.

“You’ll come when I fucking say it’s time, Ary.” Droplets of Charlie’s sweat landed on her back, and she arched up, wanting it covering her. As strange as that sounded, she wanted to feel his pheromones seeping into her, wanted his musk surrounding her, and wanted his big body curving around hers. As if her unspoken desire was said aloud, Charlie leaned forward so his sweat-slicked chest rubbed along her back. He continued to thrust into her, and she forced herself to hold off on coming. He pumped into her three more times and pulled out. Before disappointment could fill her, he had her turned around and lifted into his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He thrust into her with expertise and bounced her up and down on his cock. Charlie ran his teeth along the base of her neck before gently sinking them in just enough that pain sparked inside her. He started walking out of the living room with his dick still shoved deep inside her, and she thought for sure he was leading her to his room, but clearly he couldn’t make it that far. He pushed her against the wall in the hallway and pounded into her. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes in ecstasy.

“It’s so fucking good,” he grunted out against her neck and continued thrusting into her.

“I can’t hold off any longer.” Curling her nails into his biceps, she bit her bottom lip. He instantly stopped moving inside her, and she groaned in frustration. They both panted out, and she swore she could feel his erection pulse inside her, getting bigger and thicker. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and the lust that bounced between them could have started fires. In a few quick strides, he was up the stairs and had them in a bedroom with the door slammed shut behind him.

The room was too dark to really see anything, but she didn’t need a visual. All she cared about was getting off with this Wylde bear’s huge dick inside her. He all but threw her onto the center of his mattress, and before she could complain, he was on top of her with a hand gripping each of her thighs. With an iron-like grip on each of her legs, Charlie pushed them open. Her labia parted, but she was too wet and aroused to give a damn what she must look like down there.

The monstrous shaft that rose from between his thighs looked like it could do some damage, and by the tenderness of her pussy, she knew it did. She flicked her eyes to his face and saw him looking at her splayed pussy.

“Fucking hell, kitten.” His massive chest rose and fell from the force of his breathing. The sting of pain from his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh had her pleasure increasing. Who knew she had masochistic tendencies? “I am going to tear you up.” His filthy fucking words had her hips lifting on their own. He certainly showed her exactly what he was made of, but she wanted so much more. His eyes bored into hers. “You want that, don’t you? You want me fucking you so damn hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” Good Lord, the bear was insanely arousing with his dirty bedroom talk. “Ask me to fuck you raw. Tell me you want my cock so far inside your cunt you can’t see straight.”

The air left her, and she knew there had to be a word in there somewhere, but if there was, it was unintelligible. Did he actually expect her to answer? He was going to be disappointed, because she couldn’t form a coherent sentence with what he was doing to her.

“Christ, baby. If you thought I fucked you hard back in the living room, you haven’t seen anything yet.” A tingling sensation traveled throughout her whole body at his sandpaper voice. His animalistic masculinity was something to be rivaled, and his fierce, strong, and intimidating presence made her feel like his prey.

The corded muscle and tendons that were laced and bulging right underneath his flesh had her urging to claw at him, lick and nip his flesh, and consume him just as he was doing to her. The thick crest of his shaft pressed against the entrance of her pussy, and he held her eyes for a suspended moment before slowly pushing into her.