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When I finally drag my tongue over her clit, she almost levitates. Her hips make little jerks, and she grinds on my face. So darn sexy. I keep going, licking that sweet little slit with everything I’ve got.

Soon she starts to tremble. She yanks on my hair, hard. Then, with a wild scream, she comes, right in my face, her honeyed juices gushing out of her.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “I love your tongue, Mr Johnson.”

“I’m not finished yet,” I tell her, and I dive right back in.

She comes two more times, each stronger than the last, then she shuffles away from me and reaches for my cock.

“I want it in my mouth,” she says.

Holy crap. “Blair, you don’t have to—”

Too late, already, she’s on her hands and knees in front of me, and the tip of my dick is disappearing between her sweet cherry lips.

My eyes almost roll back in my head.

The inside of her mouth is silky soft, and the touch of her tongue… it’s like velvet, swirling around my swollen head. Before I know it, I’m pushing deeper into her mouth.

But she doesn’t freak out. She adjusts her position, and takes it all. I start to thrust in and out. It’s too rough. I shouldn’t be doing this, I tell myself. But she’s acting like she likes it. She opens wide for me, taking me right in the back of her throat. My balls are aching, tight, ready for a release. I can feel the climax welling up in me—

Suddenly, she pulls her mouth off me. “Now I’m ready for your johnson,” she says. There’s a wicked gleam in her eyes as she lies back and spreads her thighs wide.

I don’t hesitate. I press the wet head of my dick up against her opening. And it slides right in.

It’s a lot easier this time. She doesn’t tense up or whimper in pain. Instead, her pussy grips me tight, like it’s trying to draw me in. I push into her in one long thrust.

When I hit home, she gives a wild cry and wraps her legs around me. “So big, but it fits me,” she says in a tone of wonder.

“That’s because it was made for you,” I growl. “Your pussy was made to only stretch out for my cock. It’s the only one you’ll ever know.” I pull out halfway, then I give a big thrust. “It’s gonna fuck you day in, day out. So I hope you’re ready for that.”

“Oh, I am,” she gasps out.

I hold myself up on my arms, watching the emotions drift across her beautiful face as I fuck one orgasm after another out of her.

She’s insatiable, my girl. I was worried she wouldn’t be able to stand my appetite, but she matches me. The perfect mate for a horny bear shifter. And she comes again and again, her little pussy muscles squeezing my dick, like she’s trying to charm my seed out of me.

I’m gonna breed this ripe, fertile little body, I think as I flood her little pussy for the second time. Hope she’s ready to bear my cubs.

11

Blair

The blizzard continues for three more days. How can there be so much snow up in the sky?

“We’re real snowed in,” Mr Johnson says cheerfully, peering out of the front window. The drift comes up to the window now. I open the door experimentally, and a wall of white greets me, as high as my armpits.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I say, snuggling in his arms on the couch. The fire is burning in the grate, we’re sipping mugs of hot chocolate, and I feel so cozy and loved-up, I could burst.

“We can,” Mr Johnson says in a tone of surprise.

I blink. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

He sighs contentedly. “Nope. I pick my own hours. I don’t need a whole lot of material things these days. You have someplace you need to be?”

I shrug. “Nope.” And for the first time in my life, that’s a good feeling. I used to feel like no one was looking out for me. There was no one to care if I was late for dinner, or absent from family gatherings.

But I was wrong. All that time, Mr Johnson was keeping watch over me, like a big, rugged guardian angel. And now he’s right here, in my bed and in my heart.

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