Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

“I’m sorry, baby, but I have to taste you,” he apologizes and grins.

It’s so obvious he’s not sorry at all. And my butt might be squirming against the bed in anticipation but I swear I’m scowling down at the top of his head.

I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my moan as his tongue drags slowly through my folds and flicks at my clit.

“Fucking delicious,” he rumbles, the vibrations of his deep voice causing my sex to clench.

He flattens his tongue and laps at my pussy hungrily, hot tongue hitting it over and over, again and again.

I have to bite my hand to hold back the scream building inside of me, the pressure, the pleasure is so intense I want to burst with it.

“Come for me, baby,” Max growls. “Stop holding back.” Using his shoulder to keep me open, he thrusts one thick finger inside of me.

I want to tell him I can’t, but he sucks my clit into his mouth and it’s all over. By some small miracle I come silently, the throes so overwhelming they swallow up the scream I was holding back.

Aggressively he growls, licking and sucking on me, finger pumping furiously in and out of me, frustrated by my silence.

When he’s done licking me from his lips, from his finger, he rises above me, his eyes so dark with challenge they’re practically glowing black.

“Grace…” he frowns and I lower my hand away from my mouth. I bit it so hard I almost broke the skin.

He looks to my hand and then he’s grinning again.

“No, don’t!” I cry out as he grabs up both my hands and pins them above my head.

“You shouldn’t have held back,” he justifies before his head dips again and he’s kissing my neck.

He’s figured out where my weak spot is. There’s this sensitive bit of flesh he tortures with his tongue, teeth and lips. A spot that feels like it has a direct connection to my clit.

It doesn’t take much before I’m melting again, squirming and writhing beneath him. But this time I can’t cover my mouth to muffle all the little sounds I can’t stop myself from making.

I want to lock my knees together to smother the throbbing pulse growing in my core but he’s between them.

“Max,” I whine, if he doesn’t stop I’m going to come just from this.

“Mmm,” he rumbles.

“You’re still dressed.”

His mouth pauses against me as if he’s just realizing it and then he’s grunting in agreement.

Pushing up, he traps both of my wrists in one of his hands. Using his free hand, he grabs the bottom of his shirt and rips it up and over his head. His hand leaves my wrists but it’s only for a second. I try but fail at getting away from him. Grabbing my wrists again, next come his pants, unbuttoned and shoved down his hips, freeing his magnificent dick.

His cock twitches as I gaze longingly down at it. No longer intimidated by its sheer size I ache to feel it filling up all of my dark, empty spaces.

“Fucking hell,” Max curses.

His weight comes back down fully on top of me until I feel trapped beneath him. His bulging arms cage me in. My breasts are smashed beneath his rock hard pecs. My nipples are hardened into such tight little points they’re stabbing into his chest.

His erection digs into my stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum all the way up, past my belly button.

Hips grinding against hips, he kisses me again. Torturing me. Our tongues clashing as if this is some battle one of us must win.

I rock my hips up, unable to remain passive any longer.

“Grace,” he groans, breaking away first as if he’s in some kind of awful pain.

I have to move, I can’t help it. There’s too much franticness coursing through my blood, too much neediness trapped inside my skin.