His massive hand grabs roughly at the satin clinging to my thighs, yanking it up. A ripping sound fills the room. I gasp, pressing my legs together to try and hide just how exposed I am underneath. But his touch is relentless, fingers grazing lightly over my hip, to the apex of my legs, and touching lightly.
The laugh he barks out startles and I crash back into his chest, the heat of his body enveloping me.
“You surprise me. I wasn’t expecting… well, nothing.”
Teasingly, his fingers continue their gentle ministrations, earning a shiver from me as he uses two to stroke my clit. The low, satisfied rumble in his chest makes me wetter, and he pushes two fingers just inside.
“Already so wet for me, little rabbit.”
His calloused thumb grazes my clit again. A gasp slips out, and instinctively I press my ass back against his erection. I can’t helpwantingit, can’t remember the last time I wanted anything so badly.
Certainly not from my ex. He preferred to keep the lights off, and though I never complained, it was also agonizingly embarrassing to know someone doesn’t want toseeyou.
The bear doesn’t seem to have that problem. There’s no doubt that he can see every bit of me as he fists the satin, tugging it hard to turn me in the cage of his arms.
Eyes dark, tongue dragging slowly across his upper lip, he hoists me onto the cabinet effortlessly. Another gasp slips out, followed by the realization that the tear in the dress and the way he has me seated fully exposes my pussy.
With two hands he pulls my knees apart, staring hungrily at my center. The wicked grin on his face grows. With one flickering, self-satisfied glance up to meet my eyes, he murmurs:
“No more running,lapochka.Tonight you learn what it means to be caught.”
With those words, he lumbers to his knees and jerks my body forward by my hips, burying his face in my pussy. The mask is cold against my skin, and his tongue is warm as he licks a slow, torturous trail from my entrance to my clit.
My ass practically vibrates with the toe-curling sensation when hesucks.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, lids dropping as he slings my legs over his shoulder.
The bear breathes out a small laugh against my core before diving back in, eating me out like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever had on his tongue.
The noises he makes aresinful,making my face heat with embarrassment at hearing them—and also pride for causing them. Back arched, tits forward, I finally feel seen and outright worshipped with a man like him on his knees before me.
A feeling my ex never gave me.
A feeling that tightens the knot low in my belly, makes my hips pulse forward each time his tongue teases my sensitive clit.
His fingers dig into my ass through the satin still covering it as he laps and sucks, kissing me there in a way that makes me want to drag him up and claim his mouth.
With a sloppy wet sound, he pulls back and stands, eyes locked on mine the entire time. The scuff shadowing his chin and upper lip glistens with my juices. Another flush of embarrassment colors my face and throat, and I clamp my legs shut.
Or try to.
He steps between them, then pushes forward slowly. Hips and thighs are so broad that I’ve never felt this spread before.
With his gaze locked on my soaked pussy, the bear palms himself through his trousers and lets out a low, guttural sound.
He thumbs the clasp of his pants off and unzips them effortlessly. He takes himself in his hand and lets the fabric fall just below his hips as he strokes his cock once, twice, precum weeping at the tip.
He’shuge.
I shouldn’t be surprised—it makes sense, proportionally, but my mouth still waters and my pussy still throbs at the sight. Could I even take him?
Eric was… average, to be kind. Nothing special, and if he’d ever put effort in, maybe I would’ve found some satisfaction.
Butthisman and the time he spent already working me up? I might come just from the way his forearm flexes when he braces it on the cabinet and leans forward, fisting himself rhythmically now with a grunt.
He stops, letting his cock bob between us before reaching up to grip my chin. It’s such a delicate touch that my breath stops.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.
