Page 45 of Trusting Her Bear
“Okay.” At this point, with his demands and praise, I’m going to come before he puts his mouth on me.
“I’m going to use my claws,” he tells me, removing his hands. In a blink, his hands transform. “I don’t want you to move an inch to take off your panties,” he explains. I watch wide-eyed as he shreds the sides of the fabric.
“Jesus,” I cry, the act pushing me to the verge of orgasm.
“What a beautiful pussy,” he growls, retracting his claws, his focus between my legs. “Daddy is very hungry.”
He drops to his elbows, throws my legs over his shoulders, and cups my thighs. My back comes off the floor when he sucks my clit. He moves on quickly, running his tongue from it to my lips, sucking from one side to the other, and then darting inside me.
Listen, I have had experience with someone going down on me, but nothing, absolutely nothing can compare to Quinn. If you had asked me before today if I would rather have sex than oral sex, I would have said absolutely. It hasn’t been so mind-blowing that I need it, want it, or can’t live without it.
I want this every day after today.
His hands flex on my thighs in time with every thrust of his tongue. I’m ready to come. It’s embarrassing how fast he gets me to that point.
“Quinn,” I pant.
He pulls back slightly. “Come as many times as you want.” A pull happens in my stomach from his breath, hitting my wet flesh. “In the future, there will be many times when I want you to hold it for me, but this isn’t one of those times,” he says before covering me with his mouth again and feasting. The rub of his beard on my tender flesh takes me to another level.
“Fuck.” My hand hits the top of his head, and I come. And then I come some more. “Oh, yes,” I moan.
The orgasm rolls through me, and I press my head into the pillow. My other hand cups my throat, feeling my wildly beating heart.
“Good Cub. That was stunning,” he rasps, pulling back.
I look through my lashes at my mate. He drops my legs to the floor but presses his hands on the inside of them to keep them spread.
“Quinn?”
“I’m going to use my fingers, and I want you to come again.” He unbuttons his pants and slides down his zipper. “While my fingers are inside you, I’m going to jerk off.”
I gulp. Holy shit. He pulls out his cock, and I try not to pass out. “Umm…” My hand contracts, and my breath cuts off from the action, so I know I’m not dreaming.
“Little Cub,” he calls, and I hear the humor in his voice. “Eyes up here.”
I blink rapidly and meet his twinkling eyes. “Huh?”
“Are you ready?” I nod frantically. “Give me the words.”
“Yes, very ready,” I say.
He doesn’t waste any time, thrusting his fingers inside of my swollen pussy. I have never had two orgasms in a row. I never thought it possible, but I’m already on the verge when my mate circles his cock with his hand. I get even closer as he strokes.
“So tight, Little Cub. You feel so fucking good. The second I put my cock inside of you, I’m going to come. You’re too delicious. Do you like watching me?”
“I do, so much,” I groan.
“I love watching your pussy suck my fingers.” He adds another digit, and my legs shake. “Yes, take them.”
“Please,” I beg, not knowing what I want him to do.
“Faster, Little Cub?”
“Yes.”
“How about now? Is that fast enough?” He speeds up, keeping both hands in time with each other. I swear I see him swell even bigger. How is that possible?
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I cry.