Page 77 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

On. His. Face.

Those magical lips of his are doing unspeakable things to me, and his tongue fills my core. And there it is. I can feel it building until suddenly it snaps and I am coming so hard, I feel a rush of liquid between my legs.

“Fuck, Sweetheart. You are so sexy. Squirting all over me like that,” Horace growls, and he is moving again.

Flipping our positions so I am on the bed, face down, and he is behind me.

The second his dick fills me I moan at how good it feels. How right.

He strokes into me, whispering dirty things about how I taste, tangy and sweet, and how hot and wet I feel squeezing his cock.

“This pussy was made for me. It’s mine. Gonna fuck you so good, Honey. Make you squirt like that every fucking day,” he says, ramming into me, and I am so close.

I always thought multiple orgasms were a myth, but I am happy to report they are real. And apparently, they are mine.

“Horace! I’m coming!” I yell, and he growls, the sound fierce and so damn sexy.

Then he comes. And it makes my orgasm last longer.

I swear, I see stars.

“Goddamn. I think I’m dead,” he whispers a few minutes,or millennia, later.

“You better not be. I’m addicted to you now,” I say, and I’m grinning.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. You can’t die. I’m gonna need some more of whatever this was,” I say.

“Is that so?”

“Yep. Damn straight. You’re not getting rid of me, Bear Boy. I suggest vitamins and plenty of fresh veggies.”

I am only half-joking.

“I love you,” Horace says, his voice steady, certain, like he’s just spoken an unshakable truth into existence.

And I smile—because I believe him.

Because I love him, too.

“Are you hungry?” I ask a little while later, shifting slightly, but I’m still curled up against his chest.

Horace tilts his head, studying me. “Are you?”

“I mean, yeah. I did burn some serious calories,” I tease, biting my lip.

His dark eyes smolder, a lazy grin spreading across his ridiculously handsome face.

“I can see what I’ve got in the kitchen,” he offers, but then frowns, like he already knows there’s not much there.

I shake my head. “Nah, we’ll order in.”

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Twenty Minutes Later.

I’m sitting in the living room, curled up with my big, sexy mate, devouring the best ham, ricotta, and mozzarella calzone of my life when I catch Horace staring at me.

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