I shivered at his touch, his boldness shocking me.
His fingers snaked into my hair slowly. And then, ever so slightly, he squeezed, pulling my head back as he pulled down.
I gasped, my eyes wide with disbelief, my mouth wide open in surprise. Before I could say a word to protest, his mouth crashed onto mine.
I froze. Waves of pain shot through my head, his fingers tightening their grip as his tongue dove into my mouth, tangling with my own.
He towered over me, kissing me deeply as I whimpered, my body softening below him. When I felt his arm slide around my waist and his body press against mine, the rock-hard erection pressing into my belly, a low moan escaped from me.
He tore his mouth away and his eyes clashed with mine. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face and he nodded slowly.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, before smashing his lips into mine again. His kiss was deep, exploring, so hot, his tongue skillfully pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body. He pulled his fingers from my hair and brought his hands to my shoulders, gently pushing me back until I was up against the table, his body pressing into mine, his cock hard and throbbing and so hot I could feel the heat through our clothes.
Before I knew what was happening, my hand flew up, slapping his incredibly handsome face as hard as I possibly could.
I was so confused. What the fuck had just happened?
His eyes flashed with amusement as he touched his cheek, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Did that feel good?” he asked.
“No!” I replied, my voice shaking. It didn’t feel good. Not at all.
“Then don’t do it again,” he said, his low growl a stern warning.
“Bear, I —,” I began, shaking my head in confusion, my lips on fire from his kiss.
His hands interrupted me. They were everywhere all at once. Sliding over the curve of my breasts, trailing down my belly and over my hips, until he was lifting up the edge of my skirt and I was letting him, watching with wide eyes as the fabric slid up over my hips.
In a flash, he ripped my red lace panties from my body as easily as if they were made of tissue, throwing them on the ground at our feet.
“What are you doing!” I cried, my eyes wide, my brain reeling in shock.
“You wore those for me, didn’t you?” he asked.
I whimpered when I felt the air on my naked pussy. His lush lips landed back on mine, kissing me as my protests died away in his mouth and turned to soft moans.
His tongue searched mine while his fingers found my center, plunging inside smoothly. My thighs fell open, welcoming his touch as waves of pleasure shot through my body, his fingers expertly pressing upwards, leaving me weak in the knees, my entire body shaking in shocked pleasure.
Quickly, he pulled his hand out of my pussy and tore his lips from mine.
“Open,” he whispered, sliding a finger in my mouth, the taste of my own pussy filling my mouth as my tongue twirled around his finger. I met his gaze, my questioning eyes daringly meeting his, a hint of mischievousness sparkling brightly in them before he turned me around quickly and bent me over the table.
A quick rustle of clothing, the sound of a falling zipper and in an instant — hardness.
Throbbing, thick, hot—his cock pressed against my willing depths. I strained and cried out as he sheathed his thickness deep inside me, biting my lip in a vain attempt to keep myself quiet even as I was stretched beyond anything I’d ever thought possible. I braced myself, my breasts smashed hard against the wooden table as he drew himself out and in, pleasure rolling through my body with his rhythmic movement. His cock was deliciously hot, piercing my sex with expert precision, his strokes full and hard and purposeful.
It was unbelievable. My entire being was submitting to the exquisite and unexpected assault.
I arched my back, forgetting where I was, who I was with—who I was. I lifted my ass higher for him, opening myself up to his thundering thrusts. His cock was massive, rocking into me from behind, sending shivers of unending pleasure shooting through my body.
My breasts heaved as I gasped for air, his powerful thrusts leaving me breathless and shaking as he continued to drive deep into me with relentless force. He reached up, grabbing a handful of hair again and pulling my head back to him.
I turned my head, opening my mouth, his hot tongue sliding inside of me as he fucked into me over and over.
“Now, darling Chloe, listen to me, okay?” he growled as he tore his lips away again, his fingers firmly tangled in my long black hair, his mouth brushing hotly against my ear. I nodded, my body on fire for him as he continued.
“You’re going to be a good girl. A very, very, good girl. You’re going to come to New York. You’re going to do everything I say. And you’re going to work for me, do you understand?”
Confusion flashed in my eyes, my mouth opening in shock.
His cock throbbed and swelled inside of me and he fucked into me harder and harder, thrusting in with each word, slowing pulling out and slamming me harder against the table as he pushed back into my dripping center.
“Tell me you agree, Beauty,” he demanded, pulling my hair a little harder. “Tell me you’ll come to New York before I cum in your tight little pussy.”
My mind reeled but all I could focus on was how deliciously huge and hard he was, how I had never felt such intense pleasure shooting through my body like this before and how I thought I would surely shrivel up and die if he stopped now.
I needed this more than I’d ever needed anything. Him, his cock, his body pounding into mine.
I would have done anything for him at that point, just so that he never stopped.
But New York? A job? What kind of job?
As if he sensed my hesitation, he pulled his cock free from my body.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, wiggling my ass, pressing back towards him. “Please, Bear, don’t stop.”
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he growled, his tongue darting out and sliding along my ear, the rumbling vibration of his voice going right to my throbbing clit. “If you can’t obey me, then this is over before it begins. Your poor mother would be so disappointed…” He pushed his hardness inside me again, driving delicious deep then pulling out completely once more. His hands were resting on my hips, the head of his cock resting on my ass.
I whimpered at his absence, my head shaking in protest.
“No, no,” I begged, pressing back towards him.
I didn’t know what the hell he was offering me. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to finish what he started. I needed his cock slamming into me harder and harder until I came. I was starving for him, and as he pulled my hair again, pulling my head back until I met his gaze, I knew what I had to do.
“What’s the answer, Beauty?” he said, the slow smile returning to his gorgeous face as he reached down and slid his cock along the lips of my wet pussy. “In, or out?”
My pussy spasmed, unsatisfied, yearning for his hardness. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t care about anything else. Nothing else mattered. I knew I’d do anything this man wanted as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.
I nodded, tears stinging my eyes as I pushed back into him.
“In,” I said. “I’ll go to New York.”
“And?” he asked, teasing me, rubbing the head of his perfect cock against my entrance. “Will you be a good girl?”
“I’ll be good,” I gasped, lifting my ass like a wanton hussy, pushing back towards him. I didn’t care, though. I only had one care in the world right now and it was him. I needed his cock now that I’d had it and I knew I’d never stop.
“What else?” he growled.
“I’ll do anything,” I whispered, my heart racing in my chest.
“Ah, that’s it,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance teasingly.
“Please, Bear!” I begged. “Please!”
He slid back inside of me, the
soft skin of his cock like velvet against my own softness.
He fucked me—deeply, roughly, skillfully—until I was shaking and writhing on the end of his hardness, our bodies exploding together in an Earth shattering burst of sensation that destroyed everything I’d ever believed about myself, a volcano of emotion that changed the very core of my identity, leaving nothing remaining in its wake but a clean slate, rendering me starving for knowledge about myself that only Bear would prove to possess.
* * *
His hand was hot against the small of my back as he led me back to the table. Mom was waiting and looked up from her phone with a smile.
“You’re back!” she said. “I was beginning to think you both left me here.”
“Sorry about that,” Bear said, pulling back my chair like a perfect gentleman. “We were talking, but I think we made some progress. Didn’t we, Chloe?”
“Yes,” I replied, swallowing hard, trying desperately to hide what had just happened. My face flushed and covered in small beads of sweat as I closed my thighs together tightly.
“I’ll go to New York with you, Mom.”
“What! You will? That’s wonderful,” Mom’s eyes lit up with joy.”