He climbed back up on the bed, his hands running up my thighs, his fingers digging into my pussy, finding my clit and circling it lightly, sending jolts of delicious pleasure shooting to my center, my head falling back on the bed as I cried out. His fingers slid inside of me, one, then two, then three, and I gasped at the fullness. I was so wet, so ready, I welcomed all of him. He pulled his fingers out, pointing them all together and sliding his entire hand inside of me, hooking his fingers as he came out then shoving them back inside, fucking me over and over with his fist until I was squirming and crying out, my orgasm quick and sudden.
“I’m coming,” I screamed, as he continued pumping his fist inside of my spasming pussy until I was thrashing around below him, my body on fire as my juices flowed over his hand. He pulled out slowly and I gasped for breath, my breasts heaving, my nipples hard as rocks.
“Good girl,” he said, leaning down, his mouth landing on my pussy, licking up my juices as I moaned in pleasure, my hand sinking down into his hair, pushing his head harder against me. I’d just come, I felt like I’d died from pleasure and his mouth just kept it going, his tongue lapping up every drop of my juices, darting inside of me, his tongue fucking into me and sliding up to my clit, until I was coming again and again, my body seized by a symphony of shivers and shudders and waves of deep emotion that left me gasping for air.
“Good girl,” he growled again as I felt him lift his head up. I opened my eyes to find him hovering over me, his blue eyes almost black with desire as he slid his cock into me again. I opened myself up to him, every inch of him like a revelation of life.
I struggled against my restraints, hating that I couldn’t wrap my entire body around him like I so desperately craved. He fucked into me so hard, slamming into me so powerfully, shoving my body further and further up the bed with each thrust.
He reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he drilled into me.
“You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Chloe?” he growled. My mouth gaped open at his words and I froze. He squeezed my hair harder, pulling my head back a little, his eyes flashing.
“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you’re my little slut, Chloe,” he demanded.
I nodded, my pussy spasming around him, his words shooting right to my pussy.
“I said, say it!” he yelled, his fingers tightening even more around my hair as he slammed hard into my pussy. I gasped in pain, crying out.
“Yes, Bear, yes—I’m your slut!”
“Mmm,” he groaned, his cock swelling inside of me. “Good girl.”
Over and over, his cock hammered into me, my pussy wet and swollen and hot, his cock sliding into me like a machine as he kissed me hard, pulling away again before I could kiss him back.
“Say it again, don’t stop,” he insisted, reaching down and pinching my nipple hard. I gasped in pain again, jolts of searing heat shooting through me. “Tell me what I want to hear, you little slut.”
Something snapped in me. A shedding of inhibitions, a shrugging off of all traces of decorum, I lost a part of me in that moment that I’d been holding on to all of my life. I let go and it all floated away, there was no more self-judgement, no more preconceived notions of who I was supposed to be or how I was supposed to behave. Everything fell away and I became a different version of myself, a sexier version, a wilder version.
I’d found freedom in those restraints.
I didn’t care about anything but completely losing the person I used to be and becoming whoever I was in Bear’s arms, in Bear’s eyes.
“Yes, fuck me, Bear!” I yelled, my voice louder than ever before. “I’m your slut, my pussy is all yours, please just fuck me, please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking your pussy. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please just take me!” It didn’t even sound like my voice. It was husky and low and full of yearning and lust.
Bear’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. They shone with approval and flashed with the stormy lust that I craved to unleash in him. He was everything I wanted in that moment, the only thing I needed.
With abandon and uninhibited power, he fucked me with the force of a thousand gods, using my tied down body for his every pleasure, coming inside of me over and over and over, until we lay spent and exhausted in each other’s arms hours later, the sunlight breaking through the darkness of the night sky, throwing embers of golden light over our naked flesh as morning dawned a new day.
Chapter 18
We slept till noon, the smell of eggs and bacon waking us up.
Bear stirred beside me, pulled my naked body close to his and slipped his hard, throbbing cock inside of me from behind. Sleepily, he thrust inside of me, his arms snaked around my waist, spooning me as he fucked me slowly. I moaned, arching back towards him, loving the softness of his fucking compared to last night.
He’d fucked me so hard and for so long, that my pussy was raw and sore, but even still, the soft gentleness of his thrusts was so sweet, it was like a salve on my sensitive skin. His hardness sliced into me, filling me up deliciously as he shifted on top of me. I wrapped myself around him, my thighs, my arms, my lips finding his as he fucked me faster and faster until he was coming inside me again, his entire body stiffening under my fingertips, his muscles rippling as he filled my pussy with his heat as I spasmed around him.
Slowly, he slid out of me, kissing me gently and staring into my eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile. He looked so handsome in the morning, his hair tousled around his head. Everything we’d done last night raced through my head. I felt so close to him now. He was still a bit of a mystery, there were still so many things I didn’t know, or didn’t understand about him, but the little bit I had learned seemed to explain so much.
I hadn’t had time to wrap my head around it all yet, but seeing him here now, the morning sunlight shining on his naked flesh, his beautiful blue eyes bright and clear as they shone down on me—somehow it was all starting to make sense.
“Smells like Bruce made us breakfast,” he said, tracing a finger around my nipple. “Are you hungry?”
My stomach growled in response and we burst out laughing.
“Let’s get up,” he said. “There’s somewhere I want to take you today.”
“Do we need a helicopter to get there?” I asked.
“No,” he laughed, kissing my nose. “Not unless you’re a very bad girl,” he growled.
“I can be whatever you want me to be,” I replied, lifting my chin daringly. Just being in his arms made me feel sexy. I’d never have said anything like that with Harlan, or anyone else for that matter. He made me
so much more daring than I’d ever been before.
His eyes widened at my words and a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he brushed a kiss across my lips and stood up, reaching out a hand and pulling to my feet. We stood at the side of bed and he reached down, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me into his body.
“Don’t forget what you said last night,” he said, his voice a low, sexy warning.
“That I’m your slut?” I whispered, pressing my tits into him.
He squeezed my ass harder and I moaned, pressing harder into him.
He groaned, his cock twitching in my hand.
“Or, that my pussy is yours?” I cooed, standing up on my tiptoes and licking his bottom lip daringly. “Which one?”
“If you keep that shit up, I’m going to have to bury my cock inside of you again,” he growled.
“Would that be so bad?” I asked.
“Never. But I need fuel, woman. Food!” he squeezed my ass playfully again and pressed his lips against my nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you again real soon, baby.”
“I hope that’s a promise,” I whispered, smiling up at him.
“If I were you, I’d take it more as a threat,” he winked. “I don’t plan on being very gentle.”
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, Bear, I like it hard,” I replied.
His laughter echoed off the walls, my heart soaring with happiness.
“I could tell,” he winked again, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom. “Shower. Get dressed. Let’s have breakfast. We’ve got all day to fuck. I need to talk to Bruce for a bit. Meet you in the kitchen.”
“If you say so,” I said, pouting.
“Good girl,” he growled, slapping me on the ass as I walked away.
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By the time I’d showered and dressed and made it back to the kitchen, Bruce was gone.