I obey, putting the pillow under my breasts, so I’m now in a form of “puppy pose” with my ass higher than my chest.
Matthias curses.“You are so hot, Maisy.”He slaps my ass again, a little harder this time.“How will I ever let you out of the bedroom?”He strokes his palm around my ass.
I let out a puff of laughter.“You don’t have to.”
“Careful, beautiful,” he rumbles.“I might take you up on that.”
“Take me now, Bear Daddy.”
“Maisy…” He groans as he rubs the head of his cock through my juices.“I’m going to fuck you day and night.”
He eases into me.The angle is delicious–his cock goes in deep.I feel objectified.Beautiful.He pulls back and pushes back in, going slowly.Letting me get used to his size.
When he brings the pad of his finger in front of my hips to circle over my clit, I moan my appreciation.
“Fuck, Maisy.”He grips my waist with bruising force.He pushes in harder.“Fuck.”He starts to gain speed with his thrusts.“I wanted to take my time with you, but I…”
“Claim me,” I repeat.
I so want this.All the rough, kinky sex he thought I wasn’t ready for.
“Maisy…Maisy.Maisy–”
He’s losing control, and I love it.I love that I’m the one who makes him lose control.
“Give it to me, Bear Daddy,” I tease.
He growls, pounding into me now.
It’s too much, but I love it.Turns out, I like a bit of pain as much as he likes delivering it.I found my perfect match.
I laugh to myself at the dumb dad joke because now it’s about me.About us.
“Maisy…Maisy, fuck.”
Matthias releases my hip with one hand to rub my clit again.This time, it’s enough to send me over.I shriek as my internal muscles start pulsing in a fast, hard release.
Matthias lets out a bear snarl and shoves deep, coming inside me.His growl sends chills up my spine.He would never hurt me, so the fear turns to a thrill.There’s a beast at my back, and I belong to him.
Then his arm is around me, holding me fast.For a moment he presses his lips to the muscle between my neck and shoulder.He growls again, and I get that he’s asking me.
“Do it,” I whisper.
He clamps onto my neck so fast, I don’t feel anything for a moment.His lips are fastened on my skin.My muscle cramps–his fangs are deep in my skin.
“Mine,” he growls.Pain flares through me, and I collapse.Only his arm holds me up.
But my smile is huge, stretching my face.He did it.I’m claimed.
He licks my skin, lapping up blood, I realize.His growl is more of a purr.My body is boneless in the aftermath of his bite and my orgasm.I’m floating, weightless in his hold.
He turns me over and licks my face.Licking up my tears.
“Wife.”The concerned note in his voice makes me blink at him.He’s searching my face.His own expression is the familiar Dr.Hunk one I know and love—calm and in control.“You okay?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“You’re high on neurochemicals.”He chuckles and lifts me into his arms.“I should've done this on the bed.”
