Mess Me Up (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 1)

I had no doubt in my mind that they would now.

Those things were better than Fort Knox.

Had she not wanted them to come off, they wouldn’t have.

And then they were to her ankles, and I growled when I realized her panties had stayed in place.

“Fuck,” I growled, reaching for those without taking her shorts all the way off. “You wear too many clothes.”

She snickered and started pulling her shorts the rest of the way off, stopping when I felt the hair above her pubic bone and growled.

“I like that you don’t shave,” I told her bluntly.

Normally I liked it bare, but on Izzy? It worked. Oh, boy, did it work.

She blushed lightly. “It feels weird when I shave,” she whispered. “I keep the bikini line trimmed down but…nobody ever sees it but me so I didn’t see a point in doing much more maintenance than that.”

I liked the sound of that even more.

My dick was so hard at this point that I feared irreversible damage to it, so I started to pull at the button of my jeans, thankful that it popped loose with the first tug.

That’d been all I’d intended to do, but the way her eyes had zeroed in on my movement had me undoing the zipper, too.

I didn’t dare do more yet. Not when I wanted to taste her first.

If my dick got loose, it’d be finding the first hot, wet orifice in her body, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

It was when my mouth started to move down her tummy, heading for the promised land, that she stopped me with her hand in my hair.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered when my eyes moved to lock on hers.

I blinked. “Like…ever?”

I also wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

I know that she’d been pregnant, and despite what teenagers thought, there wasn’t such thing as immaculate conception.

A dick and a vagina had to actually be introduced, at least a little bit, for it to ever happen.

It wasn’t rocket science.

She looked at me sheepishly. “I’ve done it. Just not that.” She gestured to where I’d been descending with my mouth.

“Nobody’s ever tasted you before?” I clarified.

She shook her head.

“Aces,” I teased.

She rolled her eyes, and then bopped me on the forehead with the palm of her hand.

“You’re stupid.”

I snorted and then bent down, biting down lightly on her rounded belly just below her belly button.

I loved that she wasn’t a thin girl. I loved it even more that she didn’t look like she’d break in half the first time my hips met her ass as I powered inside of her.

I told her so, too.

“I love your thighs. I especially love this cute little belly.” I dragged the backs of my fingers of one hand along the lower part of said belly.

She shivered. “I’ve hated that for my whole life. It doesn’t matter what I do, or how much I run. It’s always there. It never goes away, despite anything I’ve tried to do to make it go away.”

I growled and sucked some of the skin into my mouth, giving her a hickey right above her left hip bone.

“I’m not complaining,” I told her, squeezing lightly on each hip with my hands, relishing in the way my fingers sunk into her skin slightly. “I like it. I like it even more that you work it so well.”

She huffed out a breathless laugh. “It was either be bothered by the fact that I had a stomach, ass, thighs, and boobs, or own it. And I had other things in my life that were a whole lot worse than my body.”

Not wanting her to lose her train of thought, I moved my mouth down to the spot right above her pubic hair and sucked that skin, too.

She moaned and shifted her thighs, widening them slightly, inviting me to do what I would.

Which I did.

Sinking my shoulders down between her thighs, my entire bottom half now off the bed, I studied her.

The dark skin of her thighs morphed into a pretty pink pussy, topped with jet black pubic hair that drove me wild.

And she was wet.

I could see her sweet, tight pussy slick with her desire.

I bent my mouth down and circled her clit with my tongue.

Her flavor burst on my tongue, and the last thing I ever expected to happen happened.

She giggled.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s just that your beard is tickling me.”

I grinned against her, loving the way that she was so different from all the other girls that I’d been with.

I loved that she laughed during sex.

I loved it even more that she was honest with me.

I went for another swipe, this time nearly burying my face into her sweet folds.

She gasped and slammed her thighs closed, right on my head as she started to giggle even harder.