Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

Doesn’t he know chicks can have multiple orgasms? I’d like just one I didn’t have to give to myself in this lifetime. Yeah, that’s right, Carson never did it for me.

Reaching over, I decide to fight fire with fire. I place my palm directly on top of the cock tenting his shorts and squeeze him through the stiff fabric.

“Fuck,” he grunts out and his hips rock up, rubbing himself against my hand. It makes me feel so powerful, the big, mighty Bear felled by my little hand.

I squeeze him again and he warns, “If you don’t stop I’m going to hit a tree.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” I pout, and pull my hand away after I give him another quick squeeze.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he curses again after glancing over at me. “Hold on, baby, we’re almost there.”

His hand slides back up, his callouses scratching across my skin. Then without warning his thick fingers are slipping into my soaked panties and playing with me.

“Max,” I gasp and throw my head back.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice thick and husky.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop!” I implore him. His fingers find my clit and push, moving in circular little movements.

I lock my knees together, clamping my thighs tight around his hand, but he fights through it. His fingers never stop moving. So much warmth, so much pressure builds inside me. His fingers just seem to know exactly how to play me.

It starts as a tremor deep in my core and then my world cracks, breaking open. All these intense sensations just seem to gush out of me.

“Yes,” Max growls deeply and his fingers work faster against me. “Come for me, baby.”

I cry out, hands clutching at my seat, as I rock my hips up, riding his hand.

“So fucking wet for me,” he purrs and somehow he’s leaning over me, kissing me as I float back down from that amazing orgasm.

I kiss him back, my lips slow and struggling against his. It takes a long moment for the earth to stop moving and for me to realize the car is no longer moving either.

I try to pull away but his free hand grabs the back of my head, trapping me in his kiss. “Are we here?” I ask against his lips.

“Mmmhmm,” he murmurs against my mouth and slides his fingers out of my panties.

I gasp, my thighs trembling at the loss of him. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, overwhelming me with his hunger.

I hear my seatbelt click. Both of his hands move to my hips, grabbing me, and then I’m hauled onto his lap. I shiver and moan into his mouth as his muscled thighs spread my thighs wide open as I straddle him. Air hits my wet panties like a cold breath, and inside I clench, my muscles locking up with tension.

I grab at his polo, clutching him as he continues to kiss me senseless and breathless. Hands sliding behind me, he grabs two big handfuls of my ass and squeezes. Lifting his hips up, he grinds his hard bulge against my overly sensitive clit.

“Oh god,” I gasp. It’s too much, too soon.

“Hold on to me,” he commands and then the warm night air hits me as one of his hands leaves my ass and his door pops opens.

Fingers releasing their death grip on his shirt, I wrap my arms around his neck. Somehow, someway he has the coordination to continue kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth even as he steps out of the car with my weight clinging to him. He does it so smoothly, so easily, you’d think he was used to picking people up and carrying them around.

He stands up to his full, looming height and I wrap my legs firmly around his waist to keep from falling off. I feel so high up, I tell myself not to look down.

I’m jostled for only a second as his foot kicks back and the car door slams behind us. Then I’m bouncing against him, his hard-on torturing me so sweetly, bumping against my panties as he’s rushing forward, carrying me into his house.

Once we’re through the door, my back hits the wall and he increases his attack on my mouth as his hands tear at my top, trying to reach my breasts.

“I. Just. Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You,” he says between thrusts of his tongue and pulls from his mouth.

He stops kissing me only long enough to yank my dress up, over my head.

I pant heavily, sucking in much needed air as he leans back to stare at my breasts.