Page 80 of Just A Little Magic

“I guess we’re gonna break in my kitchen.”

He reached over to the butter dish, scooped some up, and slathered it on his dick. My mouth watered when I realized I was going to get exactly what I wanted. Bear easily hoisted me higher and lined up his dick with my hole.

I reached back to help guide him into me and let out a low groan when he breached the first ring of muscles. Bear eased me down slowly, allowing me to get used to the intrusion. The fullness felt like I would be rendered in two, but I worked to breathe through it. I knew it would be worth the momentary pinch of pain once I got to the other side.

“Bear, don’t move yet,” I panted.

Bear kept still and let me adjust. He occupied himself with jacking my dick that had flagged at the temporary pain. Within a few strokes, I was hard and aching again. Bear leaned forward and placed soft kisses across my chest, along with licks and sucks. I would definitely have marks in the morning, and that made me purr.

My hands found their way to Bear’s firm pecs with their colorful tattoos. I dug my fingers into them when his cock twitched in my ass.

“Shit, babe, I’m trying not to move,” Bear said with a strangled groan.

I raised myself up in an experimental move, and it scraped the tip of his cock against my prostate. That alone was enough to make me try it again with the same swoon-worthy result. Each pass shoved the pain further away to be replaced by a pure pulsing sensation. Every nerve ending sizzled with need and all I could focus on was having the sensation repeated again and again.

“Bear, your dick feels so good. Fuck.”

I leveraged myself with my knees braced on either side of him and bounced on his cock like my life depended on it. My life might actually depend on it because I felt like my heart was going to explode. All the pain had been forgotten, and only pleasure remained. Heat thrummed through my body as I came closer and closer to the edge.

Bear was right there with me. He threw his head back andthe vein that ran along his neck pulsed a rapid staccato. When Bear wrapped his hand around my leaking dick, I wanted to cry with relief. His hand still had enough butter on it to easily glide along my shaft. We’d both been reduced to grunts, groans, and growls.

When I was sure I would fall apart, my release exploded across Bear’s chest. Ropes of cum ribboned his pecs with a few stronger pulses leaving globs on his chin and cheeks. My world frayed on the edges as my thundering heart threatened to pound out of my chest.

My orgasm triggered Bear’s, and with a powerful snap of his hips, he joined me in oblivion. The hot spurt of his cum coated my channel, which triggered another spurt of cum from my nearly spent cock. I knew nothing I’d ever feel would compare to having no barrier between us.

I let my now boneless body collapse onto Bear, and he managed to hold me with well-placed hands on my ass. His soft cock would eventually slip out of my body, but I wanted the sensation of being full of him to last a bit longer. Actually, I wanted it to last forever.

“Bear, I love you.”

I hadn’t expected the words to slip out, but now that they had, I didn’t want to take them back.

“I love you too, Babe.”

Bear leaned down and softly traced the line of my lips. When my mouth parted slightly, he dipped inside. It was lazy and soft and lovely. When he drew back, he kissed my forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, and nose, and then back to my lips again. “I”—kiss—“love”—kiss—“you”—kiss—“too”—kiss with tongue that curled my toes and made me forget my name.

“So where do we go from here?”

I didn’t like the shyness in my voice but damned if it wasn’t there anyway.

“We go upstairs and shower, come back down for dinner, and spend the rest of tonight cuddled with Elizabeth and watching trash TV.”

Bear kneaded my butt where he was holding to keep me on his lap. It made concentration difficult. Incredibly difficult. Almost impossible, really. “Do you need help in the shower?”

My quirked eyebrow was my only answer.

“That’s a yes. Let’s go.”

Bear gingerly lifted me up a little and his soft cock slipped out of me. His cum trickled out afterward in a messy stream. The sense of loss was palatable. I wanted to keep all the pieces of him inside. If only the novels Jakob loved were real and I could somehow get pregnant.

That thought sent me into a fit of giggles, imagining what mpreg would look like in real life. There was only one obvious answer about where babies came out, but then that opened a whole world of jokes fitting for a twelve-year-old boy. I tried hard to suppress the giggles but lost the battle.

“What’s so funny, babe?” Bear asked.

“Do you know what mpreg is?”

“Never heard of it. Does it have something to do with managing your projects?”

“Ha! Not quite, but I’ll explain it over dinner.”

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