A Baby for the Bear (Wylde Brothers 1)

Inch after thick inch tunneled into her sensitive pussy, and he was so deliciously forceful with his ministrations that her body slid up the bed until her head met the headboard. A shocked cry left her when he bottomed out inside her, his dick head slamming into her cervix. She knew her eyes were wide, and tears of pleasure/pain slipped out and trailed down her temples.

“Look at me.” Charlie’s voice was distorted as he issued the command, and when she did as he said, everything around her faded until there was only this one moment in time. He hovered above her, his upper body blocking out the moonlight that spilled through the window. “I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight little pussy.”

There had never been a time when she had been with a male and just their words had her blood racing and her skin tightening. Ary lifted up and braced herself on her elbows.

He slowly pulled out of her, and she watched as his length became visible inch after glorious inch. His thickness was wet from her pussy cream, and right when she thought he would torment her with just the tip lodged in her entrance, he thrust back into her.

He did this over and over again, forcing her to watch as he took her to new heights. Arms shaking and breath leaving her in uneven gasps, Ary knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

She needed to come, wanted to so desperately she could taste it on the tip of her tongue.

5

Charlie watched his dick slide in and out of Ary’s tight cunt. Her flesh was pink and wet, swollen, and gripped him like an iron fist. Never had he wanted to fuck a female as badly as he did her. When he had seen her in the bar, his bear stood to its full height and clawed to take her. He had sensed the females’ arousal as it thickened the air when he and his brothers entered the bar, but she stood out like a flower in the desert.

Her scent, like soap and spearmint, was a strange combination, but it called out to him, had him aching to claim her and mark her. His nails curled farther into her flesh, and he smelled her blood. It was a tangy aroma that tickled his nose and had his hips propelling into her with a force that astounded even him.

It was like his bear wanted out and needed to take her in the most primal of ways. Even now, he was forcing himself to stay in human form, but it was a damn hard feat, one he had never encountered before.

The slickness of her pussy and the suctioning warmth that surrounded him had his orgasm rushing precariously close to the surface. He didn’t want it to end, not when he had never felt anything as good as this little ocelot. His dick was harder than he ever remembered, and his balls felt like they would explode with every thrust inside her.

“Yeah, kitten.” He pushed into her and pulled back out. The nickname had just been spilling from him, but he liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. He had never been with an ocelot shifter, but then again, that hadn’t been what called to him. Her luscious curves had him imagining himself with his face buried between them, and her long blonde hair had him picturing it fisted in his hand.

Dipping his head to her hip, he removed his hand and ran his tongue around the crescent-shaped wounds. The instinct to heal and care for her was as strong inside him as breathing, and he wasn’t entirely sure he liked the emotion. He liked where his life was, and that involved sleeping with a random, willing female, doing a job that he actually enjoyed completing, and only worrying about himself and his brothers.

Yet here was this slip of a female, making him feel these unaccustomed emotions and having his bear going fucking crazy. This female was unlike any before.

They may have only known each other for a few hours, and this may have started out as a one-night fuck, but Charlie knew there was no damn way he could just let her walk away, not if his human side and inner animal both wanted her in the worst kind of way.

Her moans were soft and breathy, and he worked his hips against her. It was taking all his strength to hold off the inevitable. He let his eyes travel up her rounded belly, the kind he absolutely loved, and to her large breasts. He had always been more of an ass-man, and boy did she have one killer ass, but her tits were like the fruit of the gods. They were full and had a slope to them, with strawberry-colored nipples.