Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

He pushes forward, stretching me deeper.

“Yes,” I cry out, my nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. “It feels really fucking good.”

“Do you want more?” he asks, and when he doesn’t move, my thighs tighten around his hips, trying to pull him forward.

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he says, his voice sounding urgent.

“I want more,” I groan.

“More what?”

“I want more of your cock,” I growl and score my nails down his back.

Staring into my eyes he thrusts slowly forward, filling me up with his length, and I hold his gaze, managing to keep my eyes open until he bottoms out.

My entire body shudders around him and for a moment I’m so overwhelmed it feels like my body shuts down. I’ve never felt something this intense before. He’s touching every inch of me, every deep inch—parts of me that have never been touched before.

I’m so stretched, so full, and there’s just something about it that’s very emotional.

“Grace,” he murmurs, nose nuzzling against my throat. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?”

It takes me a moment before I’m able to speak the words. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

I feel his cock twitch inside me and there’s just something about it that feels incredibly good. I make a small sound and his face rises up, his eyes locking on mine once more. He stares deeply into my eyes as he begins to pull out.

Cock slowly dragging against my walls, he asks, “Does it feel good?”

My legs tremble around his waist and I gasp, “Yes,” as he eases back in.

Slowly he rocks his hips, working his cock in and out until I’m digging my heels into his ass, demanding, “More,” and “faster.”

Something incredible is building inside me, growing each time his strokes against that deeply buried bundle of nerves.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his face uncertain. I can tell by the strain in his voice and the tightness in his muscles that he’s holding himself back, controlling himself.

And that just won’t fucking do.

I have this need to see him wild, I want to watch this beautiful man above me, filling me up with his cock, lose control.

“Yes,” I groan. “I’m sure.”

He rocks his hips a little faster and it’s better but I demand, “More.”

He shakes his head, still holding back. Still not giving me all of him as he says, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I make a sound of displeasure and dig my nails into his back but he doesn’t budge.

I’m well aware that this is probably my only chance with him. We’re not dating, there’s been no declarations of commitment or intentions. We’re just completing an unfinished hook up. This is it, after tonight I probably won’t see him again. And I’ll be damned if I walk away from this with just a half-assed fuck. I’m going to need the real deal; I want what he gives the girls he’s not afraid of breaking to keep me warm at night for all the lonely years to come.

So I surprise the shit out of him by thrusting my hips up hard just as he pulls out.

“What the fuck?” he grunts but I just moan about how good it feels.

As he pulls out, I do it again.

“Fuck,” he curses. and the next time he pushes back into me I notice it’s just a little harder. “Is that how you want it?”