Page 32 of Taming the Bear
The difference between Chantal and those flies is the fact that Chantal smells sweet because she is sweet. The flies smell sweet because they expect to get some ass.
“When I could, I would but it wasn’t enough. When you came to my office and offered to pay me that much, I was excited to be able to pay more down. But he keeps adding more and more outrageous interest.”
I consider what she’s saying and then something awful comes to my mind and I’m regretting it instantly. “What happens if you don’t pay him all of the money that he wants?”
She takes a deep breath and then swallows it whole. “He wants me.”
Chantal
I hated telling him all of my dirt because I worry that he’s going to say:Fuck this bitch. I want a refund!If he says that, then I’m fucked. Straight fucked. There is no way that I can pay off Big Sir without his help.
Deciding that I should be fair and give him an out, I swallow my pride and say: “I wouldn’t fault you for wanting to get rid of me. I will give you the money back. It’s in the lock box.”
I knew that I had pissed Joe off because he pushed me off of him and then stands up in front of me. His eyes are flashing with anger and I hate it. “No. Chantal, you don’t get to do that shit. I’m a big boy and I know how to handle this. Don’t worry about anything.”
“But I’m your employee. You’re paying me to hack into people’s computers to find out who is trying to kill you!” I say louder than I wanted to.
“And we will get to that. I need to figure out a way to get Big Sir out of your life before he fucking ruins another life!”
Then it made sense. “What happened?” I ask quietly.
Joe shakes his head and looks towards the wall in an effort to block me out of drilling him for information. When he doesn’t say anything, I slide off the couch and throw my arms around his waist and hug him. I hold him tight to me and I relish in the feeling of his heated skin.
For the first time in my life, I felt comfort by being around someone. Not just anyone, either. A man who has vowed to take care of me without the obligation of having to. “It doesn’t matter what happened. Thank you for being there for me,” I whisper.
Suddenly, my world is shifted a little when he picks me up off of my feet and lays me down on the couch. I feel my wild hair from the bike ride, spill out like a halo and I hope I don’t look stupid.
He covers me with his body and spreads my legs with his thighs. Each of his hands are resting at either side of my head and he’s holding his weight that way. “Chantal, you are so beautiful,” he murmurs to me as he closes the distance between our mouths.
Only for a brief moment do I consider that this is a very bad idea but it fades as he begins kissing me with feather light touches. Each brush of his lips is enough to get me squirming under him.
I place both of my hands on his cheeks and pull him closer to me so I could properly kiss him.
The Bear
Chantal feels even better than I imagined under me. Her body is soft and warm with the glow of her arousal lighting her up. She’s absolutely gorgeous and I need to have her right now.
My tongue seeks entry into her mouth with a little lick to ask for it. When she opens her mouth, we caress each other with our tongues. Lightly, I bite her tongue and she squeaks out a little. The pain must have turned into her being more turned on, because now she’s rubbing her pussy against my hard dick.
I thrust my hips against her cleft of her pussy and she moans out as I hit her just right. Her cotton shorts that she’s wearing don’t do much to create boundaries for me. The tip of my dick must have hit her just right because she moans loudly against my mouth and I feel the burst of wetness escape her.
“Baby, you gotta know that if we continue, I’m not going to be able to stop until I’m balls deep in you. Are you good with that?”
Chantal nods her pink head and I smile hungrily at her. “Good,” I say under my breath.
I slide off of her and then reach down with my hands to pull her off of the couch. As I do, I slip off my tee and throw it on the floor. I then do the same to her. The bruises from Slim Jim are staring at me like a beacon and I try to swallow that rage from my throat.
These bruises are dark and fresh. The very reminder that I was almost too late to save her. I was almost too late and too close to losing another person that I cared about.
This is not about what just happened. This is about me owning this woman completely.
My hands quickly undo my belt and then I slide my jeans and briefs off of my hips. Chantal looks flushed as she looks me up and down and then focuses on my dick. My lips twitch into a smile and I wrap my hand around the base of my dick to yank it a couple of times. Her eyes are wide and glaring at my cock and they are watching me like a hawk.
I love the attention, I think to myself with a sly smile.
“You’re pierced?”
I can’t hide my cocky smile even if I tried to. Which I’m not. I got the Jacob’s Ladder about ten years ago and it hurt like a mother fucker. I couldn’t fuck for like two months to make sure it was healed. At the time that I got it, I was just starting to prospect in the club and it sucked because they all knew about my dick piercings. Now that it’s healed, it doesn’t bother me but it does bring a lot of questions from the ladies who want to know what it feels like.
