Page 52 of Goldie and Her Bears (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 3)

I arched an eyebrow. “You think so?”

He nodded, staring down at me with his intense brown eyes. They were surprisingly lighter as they took me in. Like the bark of a tree in the forest, bathed in sunlight. I rolled to my back and pulled the blanket over me. I smiled up at him as he drew closer and snatched back the blanket.

“You are not allowed to cover yourself up in front of me anymore,” he said.

“You’re not the boss of me,” I said.

“Not yet…” He climbed over me, settling himself between my legs. “But I will be.”

“Not going to happen, so get that thought out of your head. I’m not a thing you can own,” I said as he entered me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I sighed.

He smirked at me. “You were saying?”

I smiled. “I still stand by what I said.”

“We’ll see,” he said and lowered his mouth to mine.

This time, he was softer. Taking his time, grinding against my hips as he moved within me. His touches were much gentler as well. He was proving to be quite a surprising lover.

All of it was absolutely delicious.

For hours we were entangled with each other. His endurance was impressive as it was arousing. He continued to push me through wave after wave of pleasure. Once he finally had his orgasm, we laid together, basking in the afterglow of what could only be deemed as Olympic sex.

His fingers traced patterns along my back that were only visible to him. Goosebumps pimpled my skin on the warm path that his fingers had just taken. I stared at the wall in his room, laying on my stomach, barely covered by a thin sheet.

“Still mad I cleaned?” I asked as we lay in his bed. It was a surreal moment that had me flabbergasted. I didn’t want to look at it too closely for fear that this strange and delicate bubble of peace that surrounded us would pop.

“Yes, but I’m not as mad,” he said as his arm wrapped around me and pulled me close. “You’re mine now. You understand me?”

“I hear what you are saying, but that doesn’t mean I agree,” I said. “You’re still not the boss of me.”

“Too late for all of that. Like it or not, you are my mate,” he said in my ear and then nibbled on my lobe, sending delightful tendrils of pleasure through me. “I smell your arousal.”

“Is that so?” I asked, pushing my ass into his hardening dick.

He growled. You might not like it if I take you from this side.

I bit my lip. His words rang with a certain truth. I had seen what rested between his legs and the massive girth of it. Not to mention was well aware of how it felt within my sex. Still, I felt bold and shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

He slid his dick along my crack and over my wetness. He groaned against the sensation and became harder. I gripped the mattress as the feel of his organ sliding along my sensitive folds was deeply sensual.

Kai slid himself back along the crack of my ass again. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I sucked in a breath, bracing for what came next, and relaxed into the pressure of his cock pressing against the entrance of my ass. He took it much, much easier than he had in the bathroom. His hand rested on my hip and his fingers dug into my skin as he slowly pushed himself inside me, little by little.

The pain was hard to ignore, but underneath it all was intense pleasure. A soft whimper escaped my lips as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside me.

“Too late now, my darling. I’m already in you,” he murmured.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I forced out, gripping what parts of the mattress I could cling to.

He rolled me to my stomach, climbing above me as he continued to slowly move inside me, making delightfully deep noises that had my clit aching to be touched. After giving it some time to see what he would do, the ache grew more and more intense.

I slid my hand between the mattress and my body, dipping my fingers along my sex and my clit. Kai groaned. I shivered.

“I want to see you touch yourself,” he murmured seconds before pulling out of me. His weight lifted from my body, which allowed me to roll over.

He sat on his knees at the foot of the bed, gripping his dick as he stared at me, waiting for me to give him what he wanted.

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