Page 35 of Taming the Bear
The stretch is a cross between pleasure and pain but it’s an addicting feeling. My body clings to this feeling as Joe shuttles in and out of me precise movements. My eyes fly open and I grip the sash in between my fingers and hold on. “Oh, gooooodddddd!” I moan out loud.
“Move with me,” Joe whispers against my ear.
I didn’t even know that he had covered me with his body until I felt his breath on my neck. I open my pleasure filled eyes to look into his and I love what I see. His eyes are filled with adoration and something else.
My hips begin to move with him and then against him in order to get him deeper in me. Even through the rubber of the condom, I still feel those metal balls of his piercings as it rubs against the inner walls of my pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Sweet jesus, you feel fucking amazing,” he grunts.
“I’m coming!” I yell out right when one of the balls of his piercings continuously rubs against my G- Spot. Since orgasms are new to me, I can only assume that the tidal wave that is building in the lower muscles of my stomach mean an orgasm.
“Fuck!” He yells out as I squeeze his shaft. “Quit squeezing me, baby. This would be over real quick if you keep doing that.”
I shake my head and then fight against the restraints. I want to touch him so badly and hold him to me but he won’t allow me to do that. This sash is cutting into my skin and I feel the bite of it as it does.
In a matter of three thrusts, Joe fills me with his come and then collapses on top of me. His body weight feels good as I can feel his dick moving just a little in me. I can only assume he’s doing that to make sure that every ounce of his arousal has been expended.
The Bear
I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life before. I lost my virginity to some slut back in middle school and ever since then, I have been humping a lot of skanks. Most of the girls at the club know what they are there for and for some reason they like it.
Actually, I asked Britney once why she stayed around even though Mack Truck won’t take her on his main lady. She told me that she liked being around us because we were her family and she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I knew that her kid’s dad was a loser who deserved to be killed but I didn’t know at the time he kicked her out of his house. That was when we put her and her kid up in one of vacant houses a few miles from the club house.
Chantal hums out her approval our fucking and I look down at her face. Her eyes are snapping with life and she’s got a smile on her lips. I love looking at her when she seems so satisfied.
“I’ve never came before…”
My head spins and I jerk my head off of her chest to look at her. “What the hell are you talking about?” Then it clicked. My anxiety began to skyrocket as I try to figure out how to get out of this without being a complete asshole. If I kick her out, I’m a dick. If I make promises that I know I’m not going to keep, I’m a dick. “No, tell me you were not a virgin. Please, don’t tell me that!”
She shakes her head and then laughs. The motion of her laughing wakes my tired dick up inside of her and gets a harder. “No, I wasn’t a virgin. You guys are so funny about virgins though. Some only fuck virgins while others avoid them; but no, I wasn’t.”
“Good. What do you mean you never came?” I can’t help but want to find the previous fuckers that fucked her before me and punch all of them in their face. Who wouldn’t want to make sure that Chantal finished before them? As a man, it’s our job to make sure that the woman is completely satisfied before our own orgasm. On the chances of a man being a quick draw, that is when you go downtown and eat that pussy out until her legs shake.
“The previous guy, he never had the patience to make sure that I was satisfied. I didn’t think it was a big deal until you just shattered my world.”
A sense of pride takes over and I feel as if I hang the moon at night. “Let’s get one thing clear, your life before me- doesn’t count. What counts is, you’re mine now.”
She giggles angelically and then I wanted her again. I pull out of her for a second to take the condom off. I tie the end of the condom up so nothing can escape and then I put on a new one. It’s only a matter of seconds before I’m shoving myself back into her.
Chantal
The light pounding of the door light years away from me is what woke me up from my very first sex dream. Who knew it would take three rounds with Joe to have me wake up sexually? It’s baffling to me that it took so long.
The inside of my thighs burn from holding onto his punishing hips as they thrusted into me over and over. I can feel my sex tighten and pulse from the intense lovemaking that we did.
Joe jerks out of bed really quickly and then looks at the clock to the side of his bed. “Son of a bitch,” he groans and rolls out of bed.
Selfishly, I close my eyes and pretend to still be sleeping so he won’t make me get up. Hell, I don’t think I could stand up right now even if I tried to. I burrow into the pillow more and pull the blankets over my head to block out the sun that is shining through the windows.
“All right,” he chuckles and swats me on my hip. “If you’re going to play possum and pretend to be asleep, that’s fine. What do you like in your coffee?”
I perk up out of my cocoon and he smiles at me. “Well, my girl likes coffee. That’s a relief. I don’t trust a person who doesn’t drink coffee.”
The pounding on the door happens again and Joe walks out of the room naked. I smile as I watch his ass walk out and think to myself:damn, that’s a hot ass.
“Prez, we got problems,” a hurried and husky voice says to Joe.
I hear the click of a lighter and then hear him sucking in the cigarette. “I’m a president of a 1%’er gang. I’ve always got problems. What happened now?”
