Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

“Just lay back and relax,” he urges. “I’ve been fantasizing about eating this sweet little pussy all day.”

I giggle nervously and feel suddenly awkward. He’s the first guy I’ve been with that’s ever expressed an interest in doing this and I’m not sure how to handle it, but I’m certainly not going to stop him.

Finger pumping in me one last time, he pulls it out and then drags his hot tongue slowly through my folds.

Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it.

“So fucking sweet,” he rumbles.

His tongue reaches my clit and gives it a little flick. My hips jerk in response, I’m still so sensitive but it felt really fucking good.

He drags his tongue back down and stabs it into my entrance. I groan and lean my head back. I feel the tension melting out of me as his tongue drags back up in one long, savoring lap.

Over and over, it literally feels like he’s licking me into submission.

My body relaxes more and more into the bed, and he keeps making all these hungry noises like he’s really enjoying what he’s doing.

His tongue reaches my clit and I feel his hands squeeze my thighs in preparation. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I feel instant intense pressure.

I cry out and jerk, my entire lower body throbbing madly. The pull of his suck eases but his mouth doesn’t leave me.

One finger thrusts inside me, easily, and he sucks on me again. I’m pretty sure my eyes are rolling into the back of my head as he sucks on my clit and thrusts in a second finger.

In and out he pumps his fingers, and somehow my hands are on his head, clawing at him, trying to pull him closer. Two of his fingers feel almost as big as a cock.

It’s like I’m being fucked and my clit is being sucked on at the same time.

I’m crying out, it’s so much but I need more. Somehow it’s everything I’ve ever wanted but at the same time it’s just not enough.

I tug at him more and he seems to know what I want. His tongue attacks my clit while his fingers pump faster.

I’m racing, being propelled towards a cliff and then I’m flying over it, soaring higher.

“Oh fuck, Max,” I cry out over and over. My thighs try to lock around his head and my pussy walls grip his fingers.

This orgasm feels like it goes on forever. Endless waves of hot, wet pleasure just flowing out of me until I feel like I couldn’t possibly be any wetter.

“God damn, you’re still so fucking tight,” he growls, pulling his mouth away from me when the spasms finally fade to little shivers.

He gives my clit one last flick and then rises up.

I’m boneless, unable to move, just panting on his bed. Watching him as he licks me off his fingers.

He gets to his feet and I can’t tear my eyes away as he unbuttons his shorts, letting them drop to the floor. Shoving down his boxer briefs, I suck in a sharp breath. His cock springs forward, red and swollen—angry looking.

And I swear it’s bigger than I remember.

He looks down at me again, eating me up with his eyes while he takes himself in his hand. His fingers are still wet from me and I watch him stroke himself as he looks at my body like he’s burning the memory of me in his brain for later.

“Remove your bra,” he orders.

I blink stupidly and look down at my chest. Yep, somehow I’m still wearing it. It requires just a little more coordination than I have at this moment but somehow I manage to sit up and undo it. Unhooking the last clasp, the bra sags forward and Max sucks in a harsh breath.

Before the bra hits the floor he is on top of me, big hands pawing at my breasts.

“Fuck,” he grunts squeezing me in his hands. I’m overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by his hands, overwhelmed by so much of his skin touching my skin.

Just plain overwhelmed by the size of him.