Page 22 of Goldie and Her Bears (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 3)

“I’m not the only one,” I said and bit my lip. “You’re incredibly gentle. Not what I imagined you would be.”

He lowered himself to my ear and whispered, “Oh my darling, when you are completely healed, I’ll unleash everything I have in me on you. Gentle won’t be in your vocabulary.”

The thought further excited me.

He relaxed into me, tucking his arms around me, enveloping me in his warmth. His cheek brushed against mine, scratching my skin with his rough beard as he moved inside me with a little more force. I could tell he was holding back for sake of not hurting me. It was a sweet gesture that I not only appreciated but surprised me as well.

As he moved, planting kisses ever so often, pressure built within me. I fought against the climax. It felt too good being with him like this, I didn’t want it to end. Not yet. If he didn’t stop soon, I would lose the battle.

But it seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling to stay in the moment just a little while longer. Jasper grunted and pulled out of me, instantly taking one of my breasts into his mouth and sucking on it while massaging the other. After several pleasurable moments, he moved down my body, resituating himself between my thighs. He inhaled my scent and groaned.

“You smell so tasty,” he murmured.

I sucked in a breath to utter a response, but his tongue instantly brushed along my clit, forcing me to gasp.

“Mmm,” he cooed.

I wiggled beneath him as he sucked up all my juices, forcing me over the edge of my climax. I covered my face with a pillow and cried out my pleasure. My hips bucked into him as he continued to lap up every ounce of liquid that my sex produced.

He chuckled against me and ripped the pillow away. “Why are you covering your face?”

“So I’m not loud,” I said sheepishly.

He shook his head and lifted himself so that he was situated over me again. “You care about that?”

I shrugged. “A little.”

“Hmm…” his gaze held mine. “I’ll just have to change that then.”

My eyes widened as he tossed the pillow to the floor, too far out of reach. I met his gaze again as he entered me, grinding against my hips, building pressure all over again.

“You woke the beast,” he said and thrust into me a little harder than before. “Now I want to see you scream in pleasure.”

He moved inside me, going deeper until I cried out my pleasure again. I tried to bury my face into his chest, but he pinned my arms on either side of my head.

“Uh-uh… No hiding.”

I wiggled beneath him, trying to stay quiet as much as I could, but I eventually lost out. I moaned.

“There you go,” he grunted out. “Louder.”

“Make me,” I gasped out.

“Challenge accepted,” he said and lowered himself to me, kissing me as he moved, driving my climax even higher.

He moved his mouth to my neck and bit down, releasing my hands. I wrapped my arms around him and arched my back, angling my hips toward his. The pressure exploded through me and I cried out my pleasure. And though I tried to keep control over my volume, my pleasure was loud.

Once my orgasm started to fade, his movements quickened. He tensed against me, grunted, and buried his face into my hair. Hot liquid spilled into me. As his movements slowly came to a stop, he relaxed onto me, placed a kiss along my neck, and sighed.

I worked to catch my breath as the aftereffects of my release washed over me.

“How’s your leg?” he asked after several moments.

“You did an amazing job of not hurting me, I forgot all about it until now,” I said.

“Good.” He pulled out of me and rolled to his back. A heavy sigh left his lips. “That was amazing.”

“No regrets?” I asked.

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