Page 58 of Bad Blood Bear

Chapter 25

Lissa smiled. She reached up and pulled his head down, brushing her lips across his, then kissing him more deeply. With a groan, Tank crushed her to his chest, one arm around her waist, one hand cupping the back of her head.

Lissa made a soft sexy noise and slid her arms around his neck, parting her lips so he could slip his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her more deeply, tangling it with hers. She pressed herself against him.

She was soft and warm, and she settled his bear like no one else. He wanted to make her feel warm and safe and beautiful, make her bear feel safe so she wouldn’t be a demon any more.

He ran his hands up and down the smooth muscles of her back, down to her rounded ass cheeks, exposed by the sexy underwear. He could smell her arousal, and the scent drove him wild.

He wanted to feel her against him. He pulled back, still keeping his lips on hers, and fumbled for the buttons on his shirt. Lissa helped, her hands eager. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and the feel of her skin against him made him want to devour her with kisses, slide between her legs and touch her wet pussy, make her whimper and moan and make more of those amazing sexy noises.

Lissa’s hands were sliding up and down his back, molding the muscles, slipping down under the waistband of his pants to the curve of his ass.

Tank picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She squealed with surprise, and made another surprised sound when he pinned her gently to the bed, face-down. He kissed his way down the curve of her lower back and gently bit her ass cheek.

She gave a helpless moan and the scent of arousal deepened, so he did it again, licking her skin slowly between bites, getting closer and closer to her slick wet sex. He spread her thighs and gave her pussy one long, slow, lick, and then stood up and started undoing his pants.

Lissa turned, her eyes smoky with desire. “Oh, no,” she said. “I get to do that.”

She sat up on the edge of the bed and unzipped him, pushing his new pants down to reveal his briefs.

“Very nice,” she said, running her hand up and down the silky fabric, stroking the length of his shaft. It flexed, straining toward her. She leaned forward and closed her teeth lightly around it, through the fabric, and a low moan ripped out of Tank.

She was going to make him insane.

Lissa slowly pushed the silky briefs down, freeing his cock. She licked her lips, slowly, and his knees almost buckled just watching her. She shoved his jeans down further and cupped his balls, then leaned forward and tasted the tiny drop of moisture on the tip of his cock.

“Oh, Lissa,” Tank muttered, tangling his hands in her hair.

She licked the head of his cock, slowly, making him grit his teeth, sucking in air at the pleasure of it. No one had touched him like this in so long.

She slid off the bed and shoved his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them, leaving them puddled on the floor, and then picked Lissa up and moved her back on the bed, stretching out next to her.

He wanted to take this slow. He wanted to worship every inch of her body, treat her right. He settled himself next to her and kissed those sweet luscious lips again, sipping and tasting, stroking and teasing.

Then he moved down the side of her neck to her shoulder, adding an extra kiss for the bite scar. She stilled when he touched it, and he kissed it again. She relaxed.

He moved his hand delicately up over the curve of her hip, up her ribcage, up to graze her breast. He reached behind her to undo the lacy bra, exposing those beautiful tits.

She shivered, and he cupped her, kneading the nipple that was already hard. When he took it in his mouth and sucked it, she made one of those sexy noises again.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” he murmured. They were round and pert, and so responsive to his touches and kisses. He kissed and licked until he was satisfied, and she was moaning under his hands. Then he let his fingers trail down her belly, sliding outside her panties and circling her clit, excited at how wet she was for him.

Her hips bucked, and he touched her lightly, loving the way she arched toward him, wanting more.

He circled her clit again, teasing it, his eyes intent on her every move, learning what made her gasp and squirm. Her thighs opened for him, exposing her warm pussy, the scent of arousal intoxicating.

He pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. Then he kissed his way up her leg until he reached her soft creamy thigh. He bit her lightly, and when she moaned in excitement, he alternated kisses and bites all the way up until he reached her hot center, and drew his tongue up her pussy in one long, broad stroke.

“Oh, please, do that again,” she whimpered.

Tank did it again, and again, feeling her go wild underneath him. He sucked her clit, swirling it with his tongue, and ate her pussy until he felt her muscles clench and she climaxed around him.

And still he wasn’t sated. His bear was humming, wanting her, wanting her with a wildness he’d never experienced. He wanted to stop being gentle, to fuck her hard, make her scream his name as she came over and over again.

Not yet, his bear told him. Not yet.

Tank rolled over onto his back and pulled Lissa on top of him. She straddled him, his dick between her slick lips. She teased him, sliding up and down, base to tip until he moaned.