My eyes are still closed as I keep my guard up in case he comes back.
“I’m okay,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Are you sure because your fingers are in my dashboard?”
I open my eyes and gulp when I see my fingers piercing her dashboard. Each one has disappeared up to the knuckle.
I quickly pull them out and the airbag goes off, exploding into my face. Courtney giggles as I rip it open and it deflates like a balloon.
“Sorry.”
Her giggles turn into harder laughs. “I’m sorry,” she says as her shoulders shake. “It’s not funny, but—” She laughs even harder.
“But you can’t stop laughing?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll pay for it,” I say as I beat the broken airbag down to my feet. As soon as I can get some money.
“Don’t worry about it,” she says with a wave of her hand. “It’s an old crappy car anyway.”
“You’re too good to me.”
She leans over and kisses my cheek. “You’re my mate. That’s my job.”
I suddenly realize that we’re parked and there’s a big brick wall in front of us. “Where are we?”
“I parked behind a building when you started turning all furry.”
“I was sprouting fur?” Shit. He got further up than I had thought. “I’m trying hard to keep things under control.”
“I know,” she says. “Just sit back. This will help you relax.”
She leans over me, grabs the recliner, yanks it up, and my seat falls back.
“What are you—”
“Shhh,” she whispers as she licks her lips and leans down.
My heart starts pounding as she runs her flat palm over my cock. It hardens instantly and she moans as she undoes the zipper on the jeans I borrowed from Julian and pulls it out.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I see her tiny hands wrapped around my thick shaft.
She kisses my swollen head with her sweet puckered lips and then takes me into her mouth as she moves her hand up and down.
I don’t know how I lived without this girl. But now that I have her, I don’t want to let her go.
I’m a greedy bastard who wants to keep this beauty all to myself. I’d love to keep her trapped in the woods with me where I can feel these soft lips, where I can taste her wet pussy, anytime I want.
“Mmmm,” she moans as she runs her tongue up and down my cock. Her hand slides into my jeans and she cups my balls as she wraps her lips back around me, sucking me like she’s been eagerly waiting for it for years.
I look down at her bobbing blonde head and I know that I’m already completely obsessed with her. I’ve never felt so possessive of anything in my life like I do of her.
Sometimes I feel as feral as my psychotic bear when it comes to her. I just can’t get enough of this girl.
She coats every inch of my cock, simultaneously jerking and sucking me off. My balls tighten and I know I’m close. I sink my hands into her hair, guiding her head up and down as she wraps those sweet wet lips around me.
When it comes, it comes hard. I roar out as I come deep in her mouth. My back arches off the seat and my head flies back as I fill her sweet mouth with my hot come. She moans as she sucks up every last drop from my balls, taking all of me and drinking it down.
I’m pure mush when she gets up, smiling and wiping the wetness from the corner of her mouth. “Is that better?”
“So much fucking better.”
“Do you think you can handle driving through the town?”
“That I can handle,” I tell her as a comforting warmth flows through every part of my body. “You on the other hand… I don’t know if I can handle you. You’re too amazing.”
She smiles shyly as she turns the car back on and starts driving.
I just look at her and pray that I don’t fuck this up.* * *I make it the rest of the way to Courtney’s apartment without any furry accidents. Her lips worked like a charm to calm my bear and myself.
“What do you think?” she asks as she throws her purse onto the counter in her kitchen.
“It beats my accommodations,” I say as I look around.
“Anything with running water and electricity beats your accommodations,” she says with a laugh.
“I love it,” I say as I walk to the window and look out at the view of the town. I forgot how gorgeous Blackcloud Point is with the scenic backdrop of mountains behind it. It’s especially stunning in the fall when all of the leaves are changing colors.
“Make yourself at home,” she says as she heads to the fridge. “Want a beer or some wine?”
“How about a tour?” I ask her. I really want to see the bedroom. Not just to see where she sleeps, but I also want to pay her back for the favor in the car. I haven’t had a chance to taste her yet.