“Remind me again why I’m here,” I asked my brother as we walked through the aisles of merchants at the annual home and garden show in Ridgewood. It wasn’t that I didn’t know, and it wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the business side of it. It was just that, out of the two of us, Kain was by far more social and I had a strange sense of unease I couldn’t figure out. Kit, my bear, was anxious and pacing inside me. I rubbed my chest to calm him.
“Networking, Kade,” Kain reminded me with an eye roll. “Supporting the three businesses we invested in that are here today, getting out of the office and stretching our legs, and checking out the scenery.” His eyes followed the backside of a curvy little brunette when he said that last part.
I elbowed him before anyone else caught him leering like a perv. He grunted but didn’t even try to hide the shit-eating grin that split his face.
“Grow up,” I advised. “We’re not going to get far networking once someone starts a rumor that the Barrett Brothers are a pair of horny dogs.”
“That would be horny bears, thank you very much,” Kain announced, a little too loudly.
I didn’t even respond, walking away from him instead. I knew he’d follow. I stopped at a vendor advertising a new solar technology. Kain wandered to the next booth, where some hot girl was sitting in a hot tub. The entire Ridgewood Civic Center was blocked off for this event, the floor covered with different booths advertising popular or up-and-coming businesses from the area. There were four rows from what I could tell. We were halfway through the first row and I was getting more uneasy with every step.
I listened to the sales pitch for about thirty seconds, snagged a business card because it really was worth doing some further research, and then grabbed Kain’s elbow and led him away from the area. The last thing he needed was a casual hookup.
He took it in stride and immediately stopped at the next booth, a local gardening company that specialized in growing fruit trees for our climate and was even teaching a seminar in the main area the next day. I listened with half an ear while Kain chatted away merrily with the owner.
We stopped at every booth on the west side of the civic center over the next hour. I was pretty bored, to be honest, it wasn’t my scene, but Kain visited with everyone, taking business cards and giving out some of his own. Kain had always been the social butterfly of the two of us. The man could make friends anywhere.
It wasn’t until we stopped at a landscaping company that specialized in authentic looking turf that I started to get really uncomfortable. Kit began raging inside of me, and no amount of chest rubbing would settle him. What the hell?
I smelled the sweetest fragrance and sniffed the air to identify the aroma.
Mate! I felt the jolt of awareness at the same time he screamed inside my head.
My whole body lit up like I’d grabbed a live wire, my cock achingly hard in my slacks as I searched around frantically for the source. I’m slightly ashamed to say, I ducked behind the giant Astro Turf sign as I scanned the crowds of people.
There were so many people bumping elbows to get better views of the booths, I’m not even sure how I knew it was her. But when I saw her, I knew.
She was pretty tall for a woman, especially in those fuck-me pumps she had on. Long, trim legs led up to a navy skirt and jacket that hid tantalizing curves. Her honey blonde hair was twisted and clipped somehow at the back of her head. She was absolutely beautiful, remarkably so. Big eyes, elegant nose, high cheekbones.
She was absolutely everything I didn’t want in a woman.
Because she was my mate.
As soon as she moved away, I approached the man she was talking to. He gave me several dirty looks, but finally let me copy the information from the business card she’d given him.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Kain asked, peering over my shoulder.
I hid the note card from him and gestured towards the exit. “Nothing. We’re leaving.”
“But we’re only halfway done!” Kain protested.
“You can come back tomorrow without me,” I reasoned as I walked away.
We’d driven together, but as soon as I dropped him off, I picked up a bottle of Johnny Walker and drove straight home to drown my sorrows.
Kit was pissed, raging inside me for not talking to her, claiming her. I didn’t care. There was no way in hell I was going there. I’d taken her information, but I was convinced that it was only so I could do everything possible to avoid her like the plague she potentially was.
Yes, that was harsh. And yes, I know I was being a dick, but you can’t judge me until you’ve seen what I’ve seen and know how bad mates can fuck up a man’s life. Then you’d understand why I never wanted a mate. Then you’d understand why I didn’t want her.
The only problem with that was, now that I’d found her, I didn’t know how to live without her. As far as I knew, it had never been done. Once a bear meets his mate, it’s almost impossible to keep him away from her, and they rarely separate. The bear marks the mate to seal the bond, usually during sex, and then he’s forever sealed to her.
But she’s not sealed to him, and that’s where things can go wrong.
Anyone who wasn’t familiar with bear culture might ask, if you’re so afraid of your mate, why not just find a nice girl and mark her instead. Unfortunately, it’s not possible. The man could bite a woman a hundred times, and it still wouldn’t work. The mark has to come from the bear, and the bear will only mark that one destined mate. There’s no way to trick the rule, and there are no second chances.
Each of my thoughts sunk me further and further into depression, panic and anger as the whiskey bottle started to dwindle. I wasn’t even aware of what day it was when the pounding started on the door of my penthouse apartment. There were only two people who security would let up without calling me first: my assistant, Holly, and Kain.
And only one of them could pound on my door so obnoxiously.
“Fuck off, Kain!” I yelled, not even bothering to haul my ass off the plush reclining chair in my stylish apartment.
“Open this fucking door!” he yelled back.
“No!” I might’ve been a bit childish at that point, but the truth is, I probably wouldn’t have been able to walk to the door anyway.
“I’ll break it down!” he called.
“Use your key, dumbass!” Sometimes I wondered about him.
After some swearing, Kain finally figured out which key was my spare and opened the door.
“What the fuck, Kade?” He barreled in and then paused, taking in the dirty clothes on the floor from Friday after the home and garden show, and me sitting in my boxers with a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. “What am I looking at right now?”
“I believe it’s called a nervous breakdown,” I told him, slurring my words, and chasing them with a drink.
“Why?” he persisted, taking a seat on the couch across from me.
“I saw her,” I said, scowling into my empty glass.
“Who?” He jumped up lightning quick and grabbed the whiskey bottle out of my hand before I could pour more into my glass.
“Give that back.” I lunged for the bottle, but he dodged me easily and I went crashing down to the floor, sending my empty glass flying. It shattered against the wall next to my chair. “You motherfucker.”
“I didn’t do that!” Kain set the bottle down on a bookshelf and reached down to help me into an upright position. We tried to get me vertical, but it just wasn’t happening.
“Leave me!” I barked. “Get me a new glass.”
“You’ve had enough,” Kain informed me.
“There’s never enough,” I growled, flashes of Abby appearing in my mind. No amount of whiskey would be enough to drown out the memory of how beautiful she is, or how my dick was hard as steel before I even saw her, or how badly I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run away with her.
“Who did you see?” Kain asked, his voice softening as he knelt on the floor next to me. “Mom or your mate?”
“Mate,” I snarled, both at the truth and at the mention of Mom.
“It’s not the end of the world, Kade.”
“It very well could be the end of me!” I tossed back. He knew damn well why I didn’t want a mate. He knew as well as I how deep my fears ran.
“What are you going to do, then?” He ran his hand through his hair and glanced up at the whiskey bottle longingly. “You know you missed work today?”
“Fuck, is it Monday already?” I worked myself up to my knees, using the couch as leverage against the swaying and dizziness. We’d gone to the garden show Friday afternoon. “What happened to Sunday?”
“It’s lost in that bottle.” He smirked when I glared at him. “Don’t worry about work. I handled your meetings.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled, pulling myself up onto the couch to sit when it was obvious my legs weren’t going to work enough for me to stand. I leaned back into the cushion and threw my arm over my eyes. “Can you handle my mate too?”
Kain let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. “No, but I do have an idea for a plan.”
“Great, what is it?” I sat up, lowering my arm and leaning forward to hear his thoughts. There were two of him, but I focused on the one that wasn’t swirling around the other.
Kain sat in the chair across from me, elbows on his knees, leaning toward me as he considered it. “I think one of the things that kept Dad going for so long was that he had us,” he said thoughtfully.
I bristled at the reminder of our poor father. What that man suffered was incomprehensible. “What are you suggesting? I get her pregnant and take the cub?”
“Yeah,” Kain shrugged, chewing on his bottom lip. “Cover the girl with your scent, fuck every orifice, knock her up good, and then move on. With your cub.”
I scratched my jaw, noting the significant beard growth I’d developed in the last few days and winced. “Wouldn’t that involve a custody battle?”
“Not if she puts the cub up for adoption.” Kain grinned. “How old is she? What’s her situation like?” At my blank look, he continued, “We could get Lisa into the clinic to bend her ear a bit.”
It was a stupid idea, but it was the best I had. Maybe if I just fucked her once, to satisfy Kit… Maybe if I had my cub… Maybe I could get through this without going completely crazy. I was very interested in any plan that potentially led to me not losing my mind and killing myself.
That may seem dramatic to some, but that’s exactly what happened to our dad, so I knew how very likely it was.
“I could test her out for you, if you want, make sure she’s worth the effort,” Kain goaded me as only little brothers could.
It worked too. I shot off the couch, finding a strength and stability I hadn’t had moments before, and glowered down at him. “If you fucking touch her…”
Kain stood up, matching my height, and smiling wickedly. “There you are. I was worried ol’ Johnny had won.”
I snorted, attempted to turn away from him, lost my balance and went toppling onto the couch. My asshole brother laughed. I growled. “Not a fucking word.”
“Jack and Coke.” I slid onto the barstool, trying not to grimace when my jeans stuck to the seat, and gave a cursory glance around. This dump was perfect for my current mood.
There were only a handful of empty stools left at the bar, and all of them were ripped or had been repaired by duct tape. Obviously the work of a professional. I snorted, things couldn’t be that bad if I could still amuse myself.
The middle-aged bartender gave me a look, but I ignored him, looking around the bar again to see what kind of place I’d wandered into. The weathered booths lining the walls were only half-full and the tables in the middle were empty. Some bikers were playing pool near the back, their women propped against the wall like trophies.
I sighed, turning back to the bar, and my mind returned to my own problems. Two years of my life I wasted on that cheating, disgusting pig. I really should’ve known sooner, the signs were there. It took walking in on him with my best friend, Liam, bent over the kitchen table to truly open my eyes. They could both go to Hell. I was done with men.
The bartender put my drink in front of me and ran my debit card without comment. Perfect, I was not in the mood to chat.
“Here alone?” A guy plopped onto the stool next to me.
Giving him a brief glance out of the corner of my eye, I noted he was kind of cute and about my age. I had a strong urge to smack him, just for being male.
“Yes, and I prefer to keep it that way, if you don’t mind.” I raised my drink and dismissed him callously.
He didn’t take the hint. “Bad day, huh?” He smiled at me sympathetically. “I’ve been there. After a few drinks, you’ll forget all about it.”
“I hate to be a bitch, but please leave me alone.” I sighed.
Simon, my ex, used to tell me all the time that I could be a bitch. I just prefer to cut through the pretentious bullshit. Give it to me straight and honest, and I’ll do the same.
I didn’t get where I am today by pussyfooting around people. My success came from persistence, hard-work and a straightforward approach. I shouldn’t have to apologize for that. With Simon, I constantly was.
Every time something reminds me of Simon, I realized just how unhappy I’d been. Life shouldn’t be lived walking on eggshells. Love shouldn’t be experienced with excuses and lies.
Was it ever really love? I had thought so. I’d been so awestruck by his charisma and potential in the beginning, I was blinded to his flaws. Namely, the fact that he was a philandering bisexual pig.
I downed the rest of my drink and motioned to the bartender for another.
Two months of wallowing in self-pity after our explosive breakup, and I’d finally realized that I could do so much better.
There was nothing wrong with me, unless you count my abrupt personality, which I didn’t. I was smart, I owned my own company, I was pretty, five-eight and curvy, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Some would say I was quite a catch, I thought.
I could definitely find someone who made me happier than Simon ever could. Not that I even needed a man to make me happy. I probably should just stay single for a while. I didn’t know what I should do, and I hated feeling that way.
The bartender placed my drink in front of me. I gulped down half, wanting to drown out my doubts, my indecisiveness, my sadness.
“What do you do?” the guy, who was still sitting next to me, asked suddenly.
“What part of this are you not understanding?” I sneered, pissed that he wasn’t taking the hint. “Go away.”
“There’s no reason to be rude,” he replied. “I just wanted to talk.”
“Leave,” a deep voice growled behind us.
My whole body broke out with goosebumps, and I spun around to see what sort of man had caused such a visceral reaction.
I gawked up at the hulking stranger, he must be at least six-five with huge shoulders. His t-shirt strained against his thick biceps and wide muscular chest. Tattoos peeked out from the hem of his left sleeve. Faded jeans hugged his tree-trunk sized thighs, with an impressive bulge in front. Holy mother of sex on a stick.
I forced myself to look up at his face, as I heard the man next to me almost tip over the barstool as he scurried away.
The stranger’s eyes almost looked like they were glowing, bright green and yellow around the iris as he looked down at me, a cocky smirk on his full lips. He had a few days’ worth of stubble on his angular jaw and wavy dark brown hair.
Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized how long I’d been silently gawking at him. I couldn’t help it though, my heart was pounding wildly, my body tingled with an awareness I’d never felt before, my panties were instantly soaked.
“Hello, little girl.” He perched on the barstool and faced me, pinning me with his intense eyes.
“I’m not interested,” I forced through clenched teeth. Even with my intense physical reaction, I was still on the fence about letting a man into my life. It was probably better to err on the side of caution, right?
“Yes, you are,” he challenged me, raising one eyebrow. “And you’re going to come home with me.”
“Why would I do that?” I scoffed at his presumption.
I’d only ever had sex with Simon, and I didn’t consider myself the type of girl to be into one-night stands.
“Because we’re going to fuck away whatever heartache you’re attempting to drown.” He grabbed my glass from my hand and drank the rest. Then he leaned towards me, dropping his voice, his breath tickling my neck. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember his name. And the best part is, you won’t even have to learn mine.”
I gulped. When he put it like that, it didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. Maybe it was exactly what I needed. My body was definitely on board, as I leaned towards him, breathing in the smell of pine trees and man.
“Then what am I going to scream when I’m coming?” I bit my lip nervously. Could I really do this? Could I be this girl, just for one night?
“Daddy.” He grinned mischievously.
“How very kinky of you,” I teased, raising one eyebrow in question. “Are you a daddy?”
“No, but I’ll put you over my knee and spank you if you misbehave.” His eyes raked down my body.
He slowly raised his arm, as if waiting for me to object, and then trailed a single, large finger down my bare arm. I shivered as electricity coursed up my arm and tightened my nipples. If one little touch could set my nerve endings on fire, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have him touch me somewhere more private.
“What will you call me?” I asked curiously, just for clarification.
“Whatever I want to.” He took my arm suddenly and pulled me off the stool.
I allowed him to lead me out of the bar, but as soon as we stepped out into the cool night air, an uncertainty came over me. I yanked my arm back.
“I protest at being manhandled,” I told him with all the indignation I could muster.
He responded by throwing me over his shoulder and slapping me on the ass. I yelped in surprise and kicked my legs.
Secretly, I was more turned on than I’d ever been. Being thrown around like a ragdoll was not something that had ever happened to me before, and apparently I liked it.
He put me down and helped me up into a new black Silverado. I took the moment alone to admire him as he walked around the hood of the pickup. He moved gracefully for a man of his size. He jumped into the pickup and pulled out of the parking lot.
I didn’t even care that I was leaving my car there, I would’ve had to get a cab home anyways after drinking. I hadn’t really thought that through when I’d pulled in randomly.
I’d been on my way home from our latest remodel project, and dreading another night of sitting alone watching reality TV. When I saw the bar, I’d thought a stiff drink might be exactly what I needed.
I might have decided that getting Simon out of my life had been for the best, but I was still sad and painfully lonely. I hadn’t only lost Simon, I’d lost my best friend too. When you had a fortitude for being blunt and worked with the single-minded focus that I did, friends were hard to come by.
I was lost in my thoughts, and not paying attention to where the stranger, albeit hot man was taking me, until he pulled into the downtown Marriott.
“Are you from out of town?” I asked as we stepped out of the pickup and walked into the elegant building.
“Good guess.” He grinned at me, his eyes gleaming with humor. I felt like he had an inside joke that he wasn’t sharing.
“Business or pleasure?” I didn’t know why I was even asking him, it didn’t matter if this was just going to be one night of fun.
How had I even gotten here? I was starting to get really nervous. I pulled at the bottom hem of my shirt anxiously as he pushed the button for the elevator.
“Bit of both, I hope.” He chuckled. The elevator doors slid open and he guided me on with his hand at the small of my back.
After a quick ride, the elevator doors opened to his floor. We walked down the hallway to a room and he unlocked the door. As soon as we were shut inside, he turned to me. His eyes darkened visibly.
“Strip,” he commanded.
I narrowed my eyes, even though my body tingled at his demanding tone. Was that seriously going to be how he started things? I’d never been in a situation like this before, but I’d imagined there would be kissing, groping, tearing at each other’s clothes.
He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for me to follow orders. A small smirk played at the corner of his mouth, and I got the sudden inkling that maybe he was hoping I’d disobey. He had offered to spank me, after all.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about the spanking business, but I decided that I’d made it this far, and I wasn’t the type to chicken out. I started undoing the buttons of my blouse slowly, giving him a little show.
Kicking off my shoes, I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down my legs. I turned away from him and slid my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall. I unhooked my bra and dropped it. Then I pulled my panties down and kicked them away.
I was left in just my necklace, a single floating diamond I’d gotten from my parents when I turned eighteen, the last birthday present they’d ever given me. Apparently, women don’t celebrate birthdays after they turn eighteen.
“Turn around.” His voice was low and gravelly.
My nipples tightened even harder than they already were from the excitement and the air. I slowly turned around to face him, squaring my shoulders with a bravado I didn’t quite feel.
He had removed his shirt, shoes and socks during my striptease and was standing in just faded jeans. His chest and shoulders were enormous, his muscles bulging further with each breath. A large tattoo covered his left shoulder, starting just above his elbow, in an intricate design featuring a willow tree and bears. His chest had a sprinkle of dark chest hair that travelled south to… I gulped at the size of the tent in his pants.
“Come here.” His voice broke through the mini-panic I was having at the size of him.
Running on sheer reflexes, I stepped towards him until we were mere inches apart.
He took me by the upper arms and pulled me against him roughly. I gasped at the sudden contact against his hard body, my skin burning everywhere it touched his.
“You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Dropping his face into the crook of my neck, he licked me and spoke against my skin. “You like when I push you around?”
Whimpering a reply, I tilted my head. He licked and sucked the spot just below my ear. I moaned and pressed against him harder.
I had no idea how he was making me feel this way, everywhere he touched felt like heaven. Every lick of his tongue sent tingles shooting through me. Every nip of his teeth had me gasping. Nothing I’d experienced with Simon could ever compare to this. The way my body responded to him, like it was made for him to command.
“Get that ass on the bed,” he growled against my neck, as he slapped my ass hard. “On your back. Spread your legs.”
I did as instructed, and he stood at the end of the bed and stared down at me. I squirmed under his scrutiny. I’d never been so turned on, and I wanted him desperately.
I’d forgotten all my fears and doubts, all I cared about was how he made me feel. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about anything other than the man in front of me and chasing the splendor of what I was feeling.
My stranger stalked toward me like a predator, slowly inching his way between my thighs. I buzzed with anticipation, my arousal running down my thighs.
I wanted to blush at how obviously turned on I was, it was on the tip of my tongue to apologize, but that wasn’t me.
He lowered his head to my most intimate place and licked me from back to front in one single perfect stroke. I cried out, grasping his hair fiercely, my nails scraping against his scalp. He licked each side and then down the middle again. Stroking circles around my entrance and teasing around my clit, but never quite giving me what I needed. I squirmed in frustration, tightening my hold on his hair and trying to guide him where I needed him.
He pushed two large fingers into me, and I gasped. He licked around my clit as his fingers worked inside me. I was so close, I just needed a little more attention on my clit. I wiggled my hips, trying to get him to give me what I wanted. He refused to be rushed, as he pushed a third finger into me, stretching me, and driving me crazy.
I was a moaning and writhing mess, juices flowing out of me and coating his fingers.
“Come.” His voice was guttural, and he finally pressed his tongue to my clit.
I screamed out in glory, instantly coming, clenching hard around his fingers. Delicious shivers traveled down my limbs, and I basked in it. My entire body shook and spasmed as white lights danced in front of my eyes. By far the best orgasm I’d had in… ever.
My body went limp, and I was faintly aware of him moving away and getting undressed. I thought I heard the sound of a condom, and then he was above me.
I didn’t even manage to get a look at him, but when he lined himself up to my opening and started to push in, I knew I’d been correct in my assessment of his size. He wasn’t just long, he was really thick. It stretched me as he continued at a slow and steady pace until he was buried deep.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” He lowered himself to his elbows, and I thought he was about to kiss me for the first time, but he dropped his head into the crook of my neck instead and moved experimentally. He groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He started fucking me with a brutal ferocity, and I could barely manage to do anything but hold on. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pounded into me.
I’d never come without clitoral stimulation before, so when my orgasm hit without warning, I was both surprised and delighted. He came with a grunt almost immediately after.
He pulled out suddenly, and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t him kneeling next to my head and holding his cock near my face.
The size of it startled me. I’d had that thing inside of me? How was that even possible? I’d never seen a dick besides Simon’s and that was laughable in comparison.
“Clean it off,” he demanded.
I obeyed, hesitantly at first, but then I was sucking him deep into my mouth and marveling at how he was still hard after he came. Something was nagging me in the back of my mind, but I didn’t focus on it as I licked and sucked our mutual cum off his cock.
He began moving his hips slowly, but soon was basically fucking my mouth and there was nothing to do but take it. He held my head firmly with his hands, grunted out a warning and then came down my throat. I swallowed quickly to avoid choking.
“Good girl,” he mumbled, stroking my hair, as he waited for me to finish swallowing the last of his cum. It didn’t even occur to me to be annoyed by that comment, I was too turned on by everything he did.
He pulled out of my mouth without warning and then moved down on the bed. He flipped me over like a rag doll and pulled my hips up. He thrust his still rock-hard cock inside me, and I cried out at the deep penetration.
He started pounding into me immediately, not allowing me to catch my breath. I felt moisture and then his finger at my back hole. He pushed one into me, and I screamed at the unexpected intrusion. He added a second finger and didn’t let up. Instead of being ashamed, I was even more turned on at the feeling of being so full of him.
“Filthy fucking girl,” he growled and fucked me harder. He worked in a third finger, stretching me.
I was seeing stars, and I knew I was going to come again, soon.
He reached up with his free hand and grabbed my hair, using it as a handle as he pulled and pushed and grunted. I was being used in the most disgusting way, and I loved it.
Nothing outside of this room mattered, not the past, not my work. Only he and I existed. Only our bodies, our sweat, our pleasure.
My orgasm came on slow but stronger than ever. I gripped the bedding for support. It burned inside me stronger and harder, and it was overwhelming in its brutality.
“Fuck! Daddy!” I screamed as I shook and trembled, trying to stay up on my knees as I came even harder than before.
He grunted and continued to push into me before he came too.
I collapsed and that nagging feeling returned. I was missing something, but I couldn’t think straight to figure out what it was.
He licked the side of my neck and ran his hands down my back to my ass. He could not seriously still want more, could he?
My answer came a second later when he licked and kissed his way down my back.
“How?” I croaked.
“I’m not done with you,” he growled and bit me on the ass. He spread my cheeks apart and licked around my back hole.
I heard something snap and then felt cold liquid on my ass. He could not possibly be thinking about putting his giant cock in my ass. It would split me apart.
“You’re too big,” I managed a weak protest.
He ignored it. He pulled my hips up and pushed my shoulders down. I thought about struggling and running away, but I was too sated. Let him use my body for tonight. It would heal. I was beyond caring.
I felt his fingers rub my clit and my body perked back to life instantly. Maybe I could have one more orgasm. I felt him slide a silicone toy into my pussy, and I groaned. Between his magical fingers on my clit and the dildo inside me, I was definitely good for one more. Then he shifted, and I felt his girth against my backside.
He pushed into the ring of muscle, and I cried out at the invasion. I’d let Simon back there a couple of times, at his insistence, but it wasn’t my favorite thing.
My stranger’s fingers continued to rub wicked circles on my clit, combined with the toy inside me, and his cock pressing against me, the sensation was overpowering. My arms shook, I didn’t know what was coming, but I wondered if I’d survive it.
I felt him add more lube as he pushed in inch by fat, delicious inch. He paused, pulled out a little, added more lube and then pushed all the way in.
Oh, fuck. I was so full. Completely stuffed with him and the toy. He gave me a minute to adjust to him this time. His fingers stroked and circled my clit. He leaned forward and used his free hand to pinch and tease my nipples.
He pulled out slowly, and I gasped. He pushed in even slower, and I moaned. It was all so much, too much. I couldn’t possibly survive this, but somehow I felt it would be worth it. He did it again, slow out and slower in, each time eliciting whimpering noises from me. He gradually began thrusting in earnest as the pain and pleasure warred within me.
His fingers worked skillfully on my clit and nipples, and then the pleasure started to overpower the pain. I was on sensation overload, and my vision was starting to blur as he fucked me.
I screamed and screamed as my orgasm shattered me. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I felt his teeth at my neck, and then he bit me… hard. Red hot pain tore through me.
“Mine,” he growled in an animalistic and unnatural voice. Then he roared as he came, “Abby.”
And I promptly passed out.