Between the Bear's Sheets (Wylde Brothers 2)

“Shit.” The clouds of his inner turmoil passed along his face like a raging storm. She was set on the bed and watched with unleashed anticipation and arousal as he all but tore his own clothing from his body, tossed them aside, and grabbed a condom. His cock was huge, long, and thick.

Even in the darkness, she could see the tip dotted with a bead of pre-cum. The fact that he was just as frantic for this as she was had a powerful surge of energy moving through her.

He sheathed his massive erection, and for several long moments, all he did was stare at her, spread out on his bed like some kind of offering. She knew what she looked like: her thighs spread out, her pussy on display, and her breasts thrust out.

“Hell, Talia. I am going to take you so fucking hard.” He was staring between her thighs and ran his hand over his mouth like he was about to lose it. “Get on your belly, baby.”

Her heart was thumping so damn hard it was almost impossible to hear him. When she was on her belly, Ford gripped her ankles, yanked her roughly to the edge of the bed, and gripped her inner thighs right before he thrust them open. The tips of her toes touched the ground, and then he was ripping her panties from her body.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he slapped his palms on the mounds of her ass so hard the sting traveled up her back.

“God, your fucking ass was made for my cock.” His words were so rough, so hoarse, that it was like he was more bear than man at this moment. He lifted his hand, and she only had a split second to realize what he was doing before he did it. He slapped her ass again, and again, and again, until the blood rushed violently to the surface.

Ford alternated between her cheeks and soon started working his erotic spanking down the back of her thighs. Never had Talia experienced this, but she couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make her wetter than anything before. The spankings seemed to go on and on, and Ford’s low, husky whispers seemed to fuel him on even more. “You skin is so fucking hot and red from my hands.” His lips replaced where he had just spanked her ass, and his tongue moved along her deliciously abused flesh as if washing the sting away.

Cool air toyed along the crease of her ass when he spread her cheeks open, and her heart stuttered in her chest when that chilled air was replaced with his warm, humid breath. Oh God, what was he going to do?

She didn’t have time to question further, because Ford’s tongue was moving along the slit of her pussy, over the opening of her body, and between the globes of her ass. At the first flick of his tongue and mouth over that tight hole, she stiffened.

“Shh, baby. I’m gonna make it feel so fucking good for you. Just surrender this part of yourself to me. Trust me.” He flattened his tongue and licked her again. “Just trust me to make you feel good.”

She relaxed against the mattress and forced herself to just feel what he was doing, and not think about the idea of where his mouth was. This seemed taboo and unnatural, but then she just closed her eyes and let the rhythmic flicking and lapping motion of him against the area of her body no man had ever touched wash through.

When she finally let go, surrendered to him, and let herself enjoy what Ford was doing, a sense of euphoria filled her.

“Yeah, that’s fucking it. Let go, Talia.” He curled his fingers into her ass, his claws digging into her flesh and causing a surge of pain to mix with the pleasure.

He moved away from her far too soon, but before Talia could moan in her disappointment, Ford’s chest was pressed against her back, and his mouth was kissing a trail over her shoulder blades. The thick length of him pressed against the ridiculously soaked area between her thighs, and she spread her legs open wider, hoping he would take the hint and ease this torture.

When he curled his hips forward, his shaft parted her labia. A strangled groan left him but was muffled against her back. He slowly started to thrust his hips forward, and although there was no penetration, the motion of his cock rocking against her pussy had her clit swelling and the promise of orgasm swiftly approaching.

Everything was done so precisely, so masterfully, that it was a fluid movement of his hips moving against hers. Slow, steady thrusting had her gushing in need for him, wanting him inside her body already.

The tip of his dick bumped her clit over and over again until the promise of climaxing was right there. He didn’t stop though, and instead moved harder, quicker, and then she was exploding so powerfully her vision clouded with pleasure.