My Bad (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 4)

I growled in frustration, my hands now reaching for anything that was attached to him.

His neck happened to be the first thing I grabbed, but I didn’t stop him or demand that certain part of his anatomy to come back into reach.

Why?

Because he was descending down my belly, his face going down, and down, and down until he stopped at the apex of my thighs.

I was forced to let him go, and my hands went upward this time to latch onto the headboard behind my head.

He growled in approval when he looked up at me.

The position pushed my breasts out for him to enjoy the view of—if he ever pulled himself away from the way I looked down there.

“Open your thighs wide,” he ordered.

I took my time doing it, wanting to tease him. Which in turn caused him to laugh.

He didn’t wait for me to move my other leg, only pushed it upward, high and wide, until he had it exactly where he wanted it.

The position put one foot up by his shoulders, planted on the bed, while the other was practically pushed up to my chest.

He didn’t let go of my thigh, either.

His hand was digging deliciously into the soft skin, and I glanced at it, thinking that it looked sexy as hell seeing those strong, muscular digits holding on so tight. It was quite possible I’d have a bruise there, too.

The placement of that one, nobody would be able to see. But I would, and I’d know exactly how and when it got there.

A little thrill of excitement started to zing down my spine.

And then his tongue licked my clit. It was just a short, quick lick, but it was enough that my body bowed upward off the bed, and had I not been holding on already, I would’ve needed to.

“So fucking pretty,” he growled.

I looked down at him, my body returning to the bed, and stared as he leaned down and licked me from my clit to my perineum.

“You taste so fucking good, too,” he breathed between licks. “Like liquid sugar. Gonna miss this when I’m gone.”

A pang of sadness rolled through me, but before I could start to dwell on it, he paused at the entrance to my pussy and stabbed his tongue inside.

Sensations assaulted me from everywhere.

Not only had he entered me, but his hand had tightened on my thigh, causing it to pinch, and his beard had started to rasp against my sensitive folds.

He was probably smearing my juices all through his beard.

Which I decided to tell him, just in case he cared.

“I’m going to try out some new beard balm,” he teased. “I hear it has a good conditioning effect. I’ll have to repeat it as often as I can to obtain the highest gains possible.”

I started to laugh.

But then he went back to licking, and I couldn’t any longer.

I was a squirming, needy mess by the time he’d deemed it necessary to finish me off.

But I didn’t want to finish that way. I wanted him inside me when I came.

I wanted to feel him force his way inside. I wanted to feel that delicious stretch.

“Please,” I whispered hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”

He must’ve heard the need in my voice because he didn’t argue, only gave me one last lick that sent my toes curling, and then crawled up my body like a cat stalking his prey.

My eyes connected with his, and I nearly came just from the need I could see written clearly all over his face.

“When I saw you,” he settled himself firmly between my thighs and nudged my thighs just a little bit further apart as he positioned himself at my entrance. “I had no clue just how good you’d be.” He thrust inside, hard and fast. “How good you’d feel.” Thrust. “How fucking much I’d want you.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My breasts were jiggling, my thighs were shaking, and I was sure had I been standing, I’d be collapsing due to the onslaught of sensation roaring through me.

“I never knew how perfect you’d be for me until that first time in the bathroom.” He told me. “Didn’t realize that I’d become addicted to this pussy.” He growled, his mouth coming down on mine for a quick, hard kiss. But with how hard and fast he was moving, he didn’t stay there for long. Our eyes stayed connected, though. “But here I am, not giving one single fuck that you own me.”

That’s when I shattered, coming so hard that my vision dimmed, and the only thing that I could see was the determination written all over his face.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, neck muscles straining.

And then he was coming, too.

Hard.

While I rippled around him, his cock started to jerk, hot splashes of his release bathing my insides as he did.

It was only long seconds later, as he partially lay on top of me, his cock still inside me and semi-hard, that I realized my headache was now completely gone.