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Bear fingers me even harder. Flicking his tongue over my clit like a rattlesnake. So fast. So good. My whole body lighting up like it's the fourth of July.
After my climax, I slump back on the cushions. But it’s not over. Not by a long shot.
Bear runs the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him. “But I don’t want to use one.” I grip onto his manhood and push my hips up so the first inch of him is inside me. “Unless you want to?”
“No,” he says, bending over and kissing me softly on the lips. “I want to feel every last second of this. Besides, once this is done, you’re mine. Cumming inside you will only seal the deal.”
Before I have a chance to answer, he thrusts forward with his hips. Filling me up. At first, it’s kind of painful. But Bear knows what he’s doing. He starts off slow. Rubbing his thumb against my clit until I’m totally relaxed. And then he picks up the speed.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I groan. “Fuck me so good.”
“Yes.”
“Deeper, Bear. Deeper.”
“You make me so fucking hard.” His lips press against my mouth. Sweat runs down the side of my face. Between my breasts. He kisses my mouth and then my neck and then rips open my blouse and takes my nipple in his mouth. All the while thrusting back and forth with his hips. Pummeling my pussy with his penis.
At the end, when I think I won’t be able to take a second more before literally exploding in a huge ball of cock and pussy and kisses, he grabs my ass in both hands and pushes into me as far as he’ll go and thrusts forward with short sharp bursts of incredible speed. My clit rings out like a bell. Humming. Vibrating. Sending its electric signal to every single nerve ending in my whole body.
“Shi-i-i-i-i-i-i-it-t-t-t-t-t!” My toes curl as my climax washes over me. Bear doesn’t stop thrusting. Not until every last drop of cum has been fired into my channel.
Then we lay down on the floor. The cool wooden surface like heaven against my skin.
I lean my head against his chest. Run my fingers over his washboard abs.
“That was something else,” I mumble. My eyes are so heavy I can barely keep them open.
He kisses the top of my head and then the side of my face and before I know it he’s buried his face between my breasts and his hand is between my legs again and I’m rolling my head around like the goddamn exorcist. Overwhelmed by pleasure and intoxicated by love.
“You ready for round two?” he says, my breast in his mouth.
“Yes,” I groan. “A million times, yes.”
Epilogue
Lana
Seven YearsLater
“No!” I run across the living room and stop a very happy-looking five-year-old girl from pushing birthday cake into the electrical outlet.
She pokes out her bottom lip at me. But I don’t give in. “Why don’t you go over there, and play with your friends?” I say.
She gets up off the floor and runs off. Moments later I see her screaming. But it’s screams of joy. Not pain.
I put the phone back against my ear. “Where the heck are you?” I hiss quietly. “I can’t believe you left me here. The whole house is overridden with children. And the magician has just canceled on me. And you’re god knows where doing god knows what, and I swear if you don’t get back here in the next ten minutes I’m likely to have a full mental breakdown, rip out all my hair and then drive my car off a bridge.”
“Sounds a bit extreme,” Bear says. “Have you considered getting yourself an amazing, well-hung husband?”
“I already have one of them. Although, I’m starting to doubt the amazing part.”
“But not the well-hung part?” A little boy whose name I think is Derrick runs up to me, kicks me in the shin, sticks his tongue out, and then falls to the floor laughing hysterically. He’s either mad or out of his mind on sugar. Possibly both.
“If you don’t get here soon, that might be irrelevant,” I tell Bear. “I’m thinking of buying myself a chastity belt. One of those big, metal ones with a big ornate key.”
