Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

Somewhere in my dreams I see an angel’s wings spreading around me as a woman’s face bends down to kiss me. But the weird thing is I don’t feel her lips against my own but a cooler breeze on my cock.

I look down to where my cock is and see that the sheet is lifting up and that a beautiful blonde woman is lifting it. She looks so curious though that I want to laugh.

There’s arousal flaming her skin and her breath is hitching as she gazes in amazement at me. I can’t help it when I feel a burst of arousal filling my cock. We left a lot unfinished tonight. Looks like I’m ready to pick up where we left off.

I’ve never actually had a girl fall asleep on me before. After bringing her back from the club and getting her into my bed, one second she was grinding her soaking wet panties all over the head of my cock and the next, well, she was sleeping… I left for one fucking minute to grab a rubber out of my nightstand but by the time I came back, she was already lightly snoring.

All I could think at the time was son of a bitch.

She was so fucking hot sleeping there in her panties and tight t-shirt, just watching her kept my cock hard and throbbing all night. Her body is fucking on point. She looks like she was built to fuck.

Damn.

I have not seen a woman as smoking hot as this one in my life.

At the club, I couldn’t help but notice how strikingly similar she looks like my longtime crush, Britney Spears, from afar. Not a clone, but damn close.

Up close though it’s easier to make out the di

fferences between them. Grace’s eyes are a darker brown, and she has a cuter more petite nose. She’s also thicker in a way that makes me want to fucking pound her through the mattress. The fact is this girl is three times as hot as Britney, which I didn’t think was possible.

And all I want to do is fuck her pretty brains out and mark her as mine.

I feel myself slowly growing as she looks back up to my face. Caught, she is blushing so damn brightly. I’ve never seen someone look so damn cute when blushing before.

“Good morning…” she says, and the sheet falls even further down as she drops it.

“Good morning,” I say and I can tell she is quickly becoming more and more embarrassed.

Fuck that. I don’t have time for shit like that.

She is trying to retreat to the other side of the bed. Yeah, that’s not going to work either.

I chase after her, and I can see it in her eyes that she isn’t nearly as scared as she should be. After I am done with her this morning—and probably this afternoon—I’ll probably have to peel her off of my mattress.

I am planning on having my way with her, repeatedly. The ache in my balls has been throbbing all night and there’s so much built up inside me I could probably fuck this girl until it’s time to go to sleep again for the night.

Closing the space between us, I push my lips against her own. They are so soft that I push even harder against them. They move against mine with so much passion it’s obvious she needs this just as much as I do.

Holding myself above her, she is so much smaller than me it’s driving me fucking crazy. Something about our size difference is bringing out the inner caveman in me. I just want to fuck her, and claim her, and own her. She’s so tiny and beautiful she needs my protection.

Nudging those silky smooth thighs apart, a hint of her arousal hits my nose. She smells so good, like sex mixed with hot spices. Laying down between her thighs, I rub my raging cock against her pussy mound. Her panties are soaking wet against me. Shit. She is going to feel so damn good to slide into.

It’s a battle of wills between the wild raging animal inside of me and the man in my head who screams to take this slow and gentle.

Grace, the name fits her so damn well. Like the way she danced last night and how she returns my kisses this morning—it’s graceful with barely restrained passion. I can feel how much she is controlling herself, how she holds herself on that razors edge.

Her hips roll up and down as we kiss, our tongues following each other in a dance of sweet, hot passion. Fuck, I am all but falling this chick, falling into her kiss…

Her kisses suddenly slow though and then stop all together.

I have no clue what the hell I did wrong and I really want to fix it.

I look down at her and see in her eyes a look of confusion. Shit, is she just now figuring out this isn’t a dream like I am?

“What’s wrong?”

She says the last thing I would expect, “My pillow is vibrating.”