Page 44 of Bear

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Jupiter

Iwake from my nightmareonly to realize it’s reality. The gruesome images of that man with his crushed skull don’t disappear, despite how I blink and rub at my eyes. My hands shake as I reach out for Bear. He’s sleeping beside me, and I run my fingertips over his scarred flesh, learning all of the beautiful and horrid imperfections.

His breath labors, and I still, my fingertips pressed into his warm skin. His arm lashes out and his hand wraps around my throat. I gasp and struggle against him, and then I’m suddenly pinned between him and the mattress as his hands and weight suffocate me. I kick and buck underneath him and gasp for air. I claw at his hands, beg and plead with my eyes because I have no breath with which to tell him to stop.

All of a sudden, he stiffens, and releases his hold on me.

“Jupiter?” My name is barely audible. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, darlin’.”

His weight settles between my legs, and his dick presses into my lower abdomen. His hand is still at my throat, but it’s no longer crushing—it’s the opposite. His thumb tenderly strokes my bruised flesh, sending sparks of electricity through me as they collide with my fear and adrenaline. I writhe against his erection. My nipples pucker against the flannel shirt I borrowed, and I whimper. “Please?”

“Please what, honey? I need you to say it.”

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath. But his fingertips leave my throat and trail down my chest, roughly palming my breast. “You want me to slip inside that hot pussy of yours? Fuck you until you forget your own name?”

“Yes, God. Yes. I want that.”

“Tell me, darlin’. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want your fat cock inside me. I want you stretching my tight pussy until I feel like I’m going to split open, but first, I want to ride your goddamn handsome face.”

Bear rolls onto his back, his teeth flashing in the moonlight with his smug smile. “Then climb on up here, sugar. Let me taste that pretty pussy and make you scream.”

I scramble up the bed.You don’t need to tell me twice.

I position myself beside his head and lift my leg over his face. Bear clearly gets tired of waiting for me to lower myself over him because his strong arms wrap around my thighs and pull me down hard against his mouth. I gasp, both surprised and excited by his brutality, and then his tongue darts out, sweeping across my clit, and I grab the headboard to keep from falling.

Bear eats me the way no one else ever has—tongue, beard, lips, and even the soft scrape of teeth every once in a while just to make everything more intense. He uses all the tools at his disposal, and the man eats pussy as if he were a trained Olympian and they were giving away gold medals for it.

I writhe against his face—and then, frightened he might not be able to breathe—I lift my hips a little, but he shoves me down with his forearms until his tongue sweeps over my clit and his mouth eats at me hungrily.

Breath saws in and out of my lungs, and heat builds low in my belly. I grab the headboard and ride his face as my orgasm smacks into me.

I’m a panting, trembling mess when Bear lifts me by the waist and practically tosses me on the bed. I let out a squeak and laugh, but his face is all business and I quickly shut up. He grabs my wrists with one hand and shoves them into the mattress above my head. My breath catches in the back of my throat and a devilish smile twists the corner of his mouth. His other hand slides under my back and he flips me facedown on the bed.

His rough hands pull my hips toward him. “Stick that pretty ass in the air, baby girl. I wanna see your cream dripping down that hot cunt.”

Heat scalds my cheeks, but I thrust my ass towards him. Bear places a large hand on my back and pushes my torso down against the mattress. His hot breath washes over my most sensitive areas and I waggle my ass. “Please, Daddy.”

“What, honey?”

“Please?” I whine. “Touch me, fuck me, eat me. Please just don’t make me wait any longer.”

He chuckles and swats my ass with two hard smacks on each cheek. I flinch and attempt to move away, but he yanks me back into position. My entire body is throbbing with need, but I wait as patiently as I can because I know good girls get orgasms, even though all I want to do is cry “no fair” and stamp my feet.

He plunges his thumb inside me, and I cry out with the sudden intrusion, but just as quickly, it’s gone. And then his thumb circles my ass and slowly eases inside. I gasp, both loving the sensation and finding it too much, and then when he positions his cock at my entrance and drives inside me, I come harder than I ever have, gripping him with all of me.

I scream my orgasm into the pillow as he grunts and takes hold of my hip with his free hand. His strokes are long and powerful, and every thrust pushes me closer to the edge, to more pain, and more brutally delicious pleasure. I rock my hips back to meet his.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good. You’re too tight, too wet. It’s pure fucking torture, darlin’.” He pulls his thumb free of my ass and slides his hand up my back. Grabbing my throat, he squeezes and wrenches my head back, thrusting into me with brutal force. Thick jets of cum spill into me and I bounce on his dick, milking every last drop as I come around him again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers against my hair.

Tennessee collapses onto the bed, pulling me against him. His arm snakes around my waist, and he holds me tight and presses a kiss to my temple. I close my eyes, and for the first time in a long time—possibly ever—I finally feel at home in a man’s arms.

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