Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

“Yes,” I tell him. “I want it harder. Faster.”

He grunts and gives me the same thrust as the one before.

Frustrated, I shake my head and decide to go for the throat. “Stop holding back and fuck me like you actually want to.”

“You think I don’t want to fuck you?” he asks, his voice half tortured laugh, half groan.

I shake my head, words failing me for a second as an intense wave of pleasure rolls through me. The pace of his thrusting increases, the frame of his bed is creaking.

“How do you want me to fuck you, Grace?” he asks, slamming into me hard and deep, bottoming out and holding himself there.

I can’t breathe, it feels so good.

Slowly, he pulls out, repeating the question. “How do you want me to fuck you, Grace?”

Arching up, my breasts smash against his chest as I moan, “I want you to fuck me like you’re not afraid to break me.”

He groans as if he’s in pain and for a moment his head falls forward as is he’s warring with himself.

The muscles in his arms strain, trembling as he holds himself up and still he won’t look at me as he tells me, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I insist and jerk my hips up, slamming him into my womb.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes snapping up. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

All I can do is shake my head and moan, lost in the pleasure as I melt back into the mattress.

Slowly he slides himself out, keeping only the tip inside my warm grip. I ache at the loss of him.

“Like this?” he asks, thrusting forward harder, deeper.

A sharp spike of sensation slams into my core.

“Is this how you want me to fuck you, Grace?” he asks, grunting with effort as he begins to slam himself in and out. The frame of the bed creaks and the headboard begins to crack against the wall.

“Yes, yes,” I answer, writhing beneath him. My entire lower body is flooded with warm, liquid pleasure. And I’m such a greedy bitch, all I want is, “More.”

“You want more?” He grunts and his pace increases. Body crashing into my body, I feel my breasts swaying as my body rocks backward. Grabbing me by the waist, he yanks my body back down on his cock.

More of his weight settles on top of me, pinning me with his body. And fuck there’s just something inside of me that gets off being beneath him, I just love how it feels.

The hair on his chest scratches against my breasts, and his hard pecs are smashing them down. He’s no longer holding himself away from me, no longer afraid of smashing me.

And he’s certainly no longer afraid of hurting me as he reaches down, tipping my hips up for a better angle just before he begins to pound into me, shedding the last of his control.

Skin slapping against skin, his face is buried into my hair, his grunts of effort filling my ears.

“Max,” I whine, he’s finally giving me what I want but every time he thrusts in now his cock is relentlessly hitting my g-spot.

My entire body feels like it’s one giant throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Just hold on to me, baby,” he tells me but there’s no strength in my hands, I have no strength left anywhere.

Somehow his pace increases. He must truly be an animal because there’s no way this is humanly possible. Balls slapping against my ass, he’s trapping my clit, smashing it down each time the head of his cock pounds into the barrier of my womb.

I wanted him to fuck me hard until he lost control but I’m the one losing control here.

The smell of him, his skin sticking to my skin, the tickle of his beard, it all registers in the back of my brain, somewhere.