God, why was that so hot? I nodded and arched my back, wanting to feel his hands on me again.
Bear pulled my shorts and underwear down, keeping them around my thighs so I couldn’t spread them. He slipped his hands between my legs, cupping my heat.
“You’re fucking drenched for me. Look at you, turned on by your alpha stripping you in an alley. Are you going to be a good little fuck doll for me?” God, he’d learned some dirty talk from Henry and it was making slick drip down my legs.
“Yes,” I gasped, trying to grind against his hand. My orgasm with Liam on the Ferris wheel had only made me more needy. Ididn’t know what it said about me that I was about to have my second round of public sex within the hour, but I didn’t care.
I heard his zipper and then his hands were on my hips, gripping me tight and grinding me against his cock. His fingers returned to my core, and he dipped two thick fingers inside me while his other hand squeezed my breast. He tweaked my nipple until I cried out at the pain and pleasure.
“You have to be quiet for me, or I’ll gag you,” he threatened, still thrusting his fingers in and out.
More slick gushed from me as I whimpered.
“Mmm, my babydoll wants that,” Bear said, squeezing my other nipple. “Next time, I promise. This time, you’ll have to be quiet, or I’ll have to punish you in other ways.”
“What ways?” I gasped as his fingers brought me closer to orgasm.
“I won’t let you come,” he said, pulling his fingers out and smacking my pussy hard.
I moaned. “No, you have to let me come,” I said, a hint of desperation coloring my voice.
“Then you better be good. Or I’ll fuck you how I want to and leave you desperate and needy. You’ll walk around dripping with my cum, your pretty little cunt on fire, knowing you’re not allowed to come without my permission.”
Holy. Fuck.
“I’ll be good,” I promised.
“Mmm, we’ll see.”
Bear dipped his fingers through my slick, circling my clit and urging me closer to orgasm. I pressed my lips together, determined not to make a sound. My determination lasted mere seconds. I gasped as he thrust his cock against my clit.
“You ready, babydoll?” His hand ran down my spine, pressing on my upper back. I loved his hands on me, wanted to feel this for the rest of my life.
“Please,” I begged, grinding my ass against him.
There was pressure as Bear’s cock pushed through my opening. At first, it felt like it was going to be too much with my legs held tight together like this, and I whimpered as my muscles tensed.
“Shh, you’re doing so well for me.” Bear moved one hand to circle my clit. “Just let me in, babydoll, and I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
I took a deep breath as I focused on my building pleasure and forced my muscles to relax. He slowly started rocking in and out, each movement setting me on fire.
“More,” I begged, pushing back to meet his every thrust until he was fully inside me, his swollen knot grinding against my ass cheeks.
“You’re so fucking tight. I love the feel of you squeezing my cock. One day I’m going to lock your ass and feel that tight little hole squeeze my knot.”
I was lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. The exhilaration of being in a public place mixed with the anxiety of getting caught, heightening my arousal. Bear’s scent swirled around me, and my mind and body settled into a place where all I knew was pleasure. His fingers on my clit and his cock in my pussy brought me higher and higher until I cried out with my orgasm. Bear thrust a few more times until I felt warmth filling me. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and somehow still needy.
Bear wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to standing so my back was to his front. The pressure of his arms around me helped me come down from my high, and he helped me pull up my pants and adjust my clothes.
“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmured, peppering kisses down my cheek, neck, and shoulders.
He spun me in his arms so I was facing him. I rested my head against his chest, a smile playing on my lips. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked gently.
“Good.” I still felt floaty and dreamy as I ran my nose down his neck, breathing in leather and whiskey.
He chuckled, and I could feel the vibration in my chest. “Are you still orgasm-drunk, baby?”
