Page 48 of Taming the Bear
“Don’t play coy with me, you little bitch. You got Slim Jim killed and then sent your boyfriend in here to clean up your fucking mess. You have balls of steel.”
I know, and I know you’re probably going to kill me.
I don’t say anything as I wait for him to finish what he’s going to say. Hell, I don’t even know what to say.
“I’ve moved up your payments and I want everything you fucking owe me by the end of the week. I will know if you bring someone and I will know if you’re fucking with me. Do I make myself clear?”
Before I answer, Joe’s bedroom door is thrown open and he’s standing over me with a pissd off look on his face. He yanks the phone out of my hand and begins talking into it. “Who the fuck is this?”
I don’t hear the growl from Big Sir but I could only imagine that he’s not happy with Joe interrupting our conversation again.
“Well, let me tell you how this is going to go. You stay the fuck away from my woman and my club. You go near any of them and I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me? I will kill everyone you care about and I will make it look like an accident. Hell, I might even make you fuckers disappear. Do I make myself clear?”
I’m guessing that Big Sir gave him the answer that he is wanting because Joe hangs up the phone and then walks over to me. “If this is what it’s like to have an ol’ lady waiting for me at home, I should have found you a long time ago.”
Before I speak, he has me picked up around the back of my thighs and he’s walking us to the shower. My legs are wrapped around his waist tightly and I feel the ridge of his hard dick against the crest of my bare pussy. I feel like I should say something but I don’t know what else to say. Instead, I overthrow my need to talk this to death and give into the passion that Joe can give me.
He sets me on the vanity in front of the mirror, and I instantly miss the heat of his body. However, the steam from the shower is giving me shivers. Slowly, he starts taking off his shirt in that sexy way that guys do. You know where they grab the back of the shirt and then rip it off? Yeah.
I don’t wait. Hell, I can’t wait to get my mouth on him. I lean in and run open mouth kisses up and down his chest. It’s a hard and chiseled chest full of dark whorls of ink in designs that make me hungrier. My tongue follows the dark lines that create the design of a bear on his right pec.
When Joe starts to undo his jeans, my mouth gets even hungrier and I watch greedily when he slips them off of his tapered waist. His jeans pool at his feet in a discarded pile and I grab a hold of his shaft.
“Were you thinking of me?” I question him as I shuttle my little hand around his big shaft.
I feel the need to have some validation that I mean something to him other just being a hole for him to sink into at night. As it is, I have let him in and let him get further into my life than I have ever allowed anyone and it’s scary. It’s so fucking scary but I love it.
He groans and throws his head back in a blond haired wave. His 5 o’clock shadow is more prominent right now and I lick my tongue against his jaw. I flick it up his bristly hair and he moans out loud.
He thrusts himself into my hand and I shuttle him faster and faster in my hand. “Hold me with both hands,” he bites out.
If he can’t give me the words or actions that I need to feel validated, I’m going to take him to his knees. Long after I have left, I hope he remembers me and the pleasure I have given him along with the insane amount of trust that I have placed in him.
Well, I’m going to do one better. I slide off of the vanity and lean in front of him. His dick is glistening with his arousal and I lick right there. Those piercings that drove me crazy earlier when he was deep in my body, look like a good place to tug with my teeth. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and then bring my mouth down enough for the first set of his piercing to go past my teeth.
My teeth grab hold of the piercing and I lightly tug on them to elicit a moan from this bear of a man. I take both of my hands and wrap them around his ass cheeks in order to jam his hard dick in my mouth more. Joe sifts his fingers through the knots in my hair and begins to fuck my mouth.
I stop bobbing my head and let him do what he wants to do. “That’s it. Take my dick. Show me how much you love me fucking your mouth. Use your hands to cup your tits.”
I follow directions and I cup my tits to offer them to him. My jaw begins to hurt a little from his constant thrusting but I work through it.
What can I say? I love that I’m giving this man this much pleasure.
The Bear
Seeing Chantal on her knees in front of me offering her tits to me like I’m some kind of god, is enough to make me want to blow my load in her mouth. Fuck, that’s not a bad idea.
But, she needs to get off as well.
I pull on her hair to get her off of my dick and she moans out loud like I’m punishing her. “Get your ass in the shower and get ready for me.”
My eyes greedily follow her as she follows my directions like the perfect girl that she is. Her body is glistening from the steam of the shower and the light sheen of sweat. Needless to say, she’s gorgeous.
The water flows over her body and her nipples pebble to impossibly hard peaks for me to look at. As the water streams down the slopes of her stomach, I know that it’s time for me to get in as well.
“Make room for me, baby,” I murmur.
I climb in the shower and then push her against the tiled wall away from the spray. “Please touch me, Joe. I need you to touch me,” she begs when I cage her into the wall.
