The pleasure builds rapidly, his skillful mouth driving me higher and higher until I shatter, crying out his name as myfirst orgasm washes over me. But he doesn’t stop. If anything, my release seems to fuel his determination. His fingers dig into my thighs as he continues feasting on me, driving me toward a second peak.
His tongue flicks rapidly against my clit, and he’s grunting into me, the vibrations adding another dimension to the pleasure. The wet sounds of his mouth against me fill the room, mixing with my moans and cries. I’ve never felt anything like this—the single-minded focus with which he worships between my legs is overwhelming.
My second orgasm hits even harder than the first, making me arch off the bed as waves of pleasure crash through me. My thighs tremble, my entire body quaking as he continues licking and sucking, drawing out every last shudder of ecstasy.
Finally, I can’t take any more. I start weakly kicking my legs, overwhelmed by sensation.
“Okay, Jabari, okay baby,” I gasp, barely able to form words. “Let me get a breather.”
He lifts his head and stares up at me, his mouth and beard glistening with my essence. The look in his eyes as he gazes at my pussy tells me he’s ready to go back down, and I quickly guide his head back up to mine, marveling at how different he looks now—wild, primal, consumed with desire.
He climbs on top of me, and I feel his dick pressing against me, thick and ready. As he settles his weight carefully over me, I wonder how I’m going to survive this. He’s already pulled two orgasms from me, and clearly, he wants more.
His eyes lock with mine, filled with so much emotion it makes my heart stutter. In this moment, I feel completely and utterly his.
15
JABARI
She tastes so good. So sweet. Fucking delicious.
Her essence coats my tongue, my lips, my beard—the honey-sweet flavor of her arousal still lingers, making my dick throb with need. The scent of her pleasure surrounds me, making my bear claw for control.
I want to go back down there and lick her pussy a little longer, to feel her thighs trembling against my face again, to hear those beautiful sounds she makes when she comes apart for me. But I force myself to stay on top of her, my body hovering over hers, memorizing every curve, every dip, every beautiful inch of her.
Jackie is so beautiful—everything about her captivates me. The fullness of her breasts rising and falling with each breath. The softness of her stomach, a perfect pillow for my head. Those thick, powerful thighs that I want wrapped around me every night for the rest of my life. The way her soft brown skin rests against the sheets, like she’s made of the richest earth, fertile and life-giving.
But it’s not just her body. It’s her confidence, her spirit, her gentleness, her beauty, the way she accepts herself completely.The way she’s staring into my eyes right now, so vulnerable and open, stirs emotions within me that I can barely contain. My bear and I are in perfect agreement—we would die for this woman.
I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she’s the happiest woman in the world. She deserves nothing less than total devotion, total worship.
I lick my lips, savoring the lingering taste of her essence. Her flavor bursts across my tongue again—tangy, sweet. It makes me even more ravenous for her. My bear agrees, urging me to take, claim, and possess.
Her chest heaves, nipples still hard from my attention earlier. A light sheen of sweat covers her body, making her skin glisten. Mine. Our bedroom. The thought makes something primal stir within me.
She reaches out and strokes my cheek, her fingers brushing through my messy beard, tracing my jawline with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. Her touch is soft, almost reverential, and I lean into it like a starving man.
“I want more,” I say, my voice deeper than usual, rough with need. “I want more of you.”
She smiles at me weakly, clearly tired from her orgasms, but her eyes shine with desire, pupils dilated, showing me that she wants this as much as I do. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, part slightly.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and the words sink into my skin, branding me from the inside out.
Those two simple words send a surge of possessiveness through me. Mine. She’s finally acknowledging what my bear has known since the moment we first caught her scent on that cruise ship. She belongs with us, to us, and we to her.
I reach down between our bodies, gripping my dick, feeling its weight and hardness in my palm. I slide the swollen headalong her slick heat, coating myself in her wetness. She’s so ready for me, still trembling from her orgasms. She’s swollen with need, slick and inviting. I tease her opening, circling slowly, watching as her breath catches each time I brush against her clit.
Then, slowly, gently, I begin to slide inside her. I take my time, inch by careful inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The warmth of her body welcomes me, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. I’m not small, and she’s so tight around me that the pleasure is almost painful. I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming into her, to keep from letting the beast take complete control.
The instant I fully enter her, my bear wakes completely. The headache that’s been plaguing me vanishes—all that matters now is Jackie. Just Jackie. The feel of her around me, the scent of our combined arousal, the sight of her beautiful face contorted in pleasure.
I watch her face carefully as I push deeper, nervous that my size might hurt her. She tilts her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, her eyes closed in concentration. Her full lips part on a silent moan, and she moves her hand from my face to grip my arm. Her nails dig into my skin, leaving half-moon impressions that my bear celebrates. Marked by our mate.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pausing my movements, buried deep inside her heat. I’m trembling with the effort it takes to remain still.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. Her eyelids flutter open, meeting mine. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
The sensation of being inside her is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my existence. Her warmth surrounds me, accepting me, claiming me just as surely as I’m claiming her. Each tiny movement sends sparks of pleasure racing through me. My bear wants to breed her, make cubs with her, ensure ourlineage continues through this perfect woman who has ended our long loneliness.
