Page 26 of Off-Limits to the Grizzly

“There’s no rush,” I tell her. “We can take it real slow. Nothing’s gonna happen that you’re not ready for.”

She breaks into a smile, and stares at my cock. “Oh, I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time. I’m just kind of embarrassed because I’ve never done anything before.”

She’s precious. Too darn precious.

“You said you’d been fantasizing about doing this with me?”

Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink. “Maybe.”

“You were thinking about it when you were touching yourself yesterday?”

She gets a naughty look. “Were you watching me for long?”

I grunt out a laugh. “Long enough, young lady. Touching yourself in my bed…” I shake my head.

“It was bad, wasn’t it?”

A fresh charge of desire burns through me. She’s enjoying this.

“You wanna be my bad girl?”

She nods eagerly.

“Show me then. Show me how you were touching yourself.”

She hesitates, then slowly, she slides her slender hand down to her pussy.

I watch, mesmerized, as she rubs it back and forth, spreading her wetness around. Then she opens her legs a little.

“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” I growl, as I get a good look at her little pussy for the first time. It’s so pink and perfect. All tight and neat and untouched. Then she spreads herself with two fingers and gets to work on her little clit.

Her finger circles fast and her forehead creases in concentration, but soon she stops and gives me a burning look. “I like it better when you do it,” she says.

She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

And as soon as I touch her, she cries out.

“Gosh, I love the way you make me feel, Mr Johnson,” she says.

I let off another growl. I’m all out of telling her to call me Zach. If this is her thing, so be it.

All I know is I’ve gotta be inside her. I slide a finger in. She’s so wet, but so tight. Only room for a single finger at most. She shudders and jerks as I slide in and out of her, getting her ready for the assault of my cock. She’s real sensitive, my girl.

“What were you thinking about yesterday?” I demand.

“I was imagining what your….” She nods at my dick. “Your… Johnson was like.”

I can’t resist a grin as I take my aching dick in my hand. It feels about ready to burst. All heavy and swollen. I’ve got doubts that it’s gonna fit inside her. I’ll have to go real slow.

“Does the reality match up?”

She bites her lip. “It’s real big.”

“Well, you’d better get used to it, because it’s the only one you’re ever gonna have.”

She blinks. “What if I can’t—?”

“Oh, you will. Because you’re my mate.” My beast drives me on and before I know it, I’m crouching between her thighs, running my hand up and down my aching shaft.

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