Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I just saw seven grown men turn into bears and rip Lucky Lou and his men to shreds.
He rubs his face. “I’m so sorry you saw that, Maisy.”
“No, it’s okay. I knew you’d protect me, and you did.”
Matthias kisses my forehead and turns me gently to unzip my dress. It falls to a puddle at my feet. He unhooks my strapless bra, and it tumbles off, too.
He shucks the sweats one of his brothers gave him after he shifted. Then, he picks me up with his forearm under my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist. I’m a big girl–full-bodied–but he makes me feel tiny.
He steps into the shower still holding me and turns slowly, letting the spray of water shower both of us. He turns us around and around until the water runs clear, and the blood is gone.
“Are you going to put me down?” I laugh.
“I don’t want to.” His voice is gruff with emotion.
I inhale the steamy air and hold my breath. It feels significant that after a lifetime of worrying I was unloveable I’m suddenly married to a man who cares deeply. It’s strange and incredible, but it must be true. Here I am, in his arms. Feeling loved. Protected. Cherished.
How did we get here in just a few short days?
I almost want to pinch myself to see if it’s all a dream. Maybe I’m still drugged, bouncing around in the back of a rape van, and I never woke up in Vegas. Never got married to the man of my dreams. Never had my first kiss. Gave my first blowjob. Had my mind blown with orgasms.
But nothing has ever felt so real.
“I want to have sex with you,” I tell him.
Matthias pins me against the shower wall, still not lowering me to my feet, and kisses my breast. “We’ve been having sex.” His voice is impossibly deep and gravelly.
“I want you to take my virginity.”
He emits a bear growl. His teeth lengthen and eyes glow electric blue.
My nipples tighten into hard buds. The place where my bare pussy rubs against his belly grows even more slick. His cock lengthens, lifting to touch my ass.
“What are you waiting for?” I know I’m taunting him. It’s on purpose. I don’t need to be treated with kid gloves.
He lets out another growl. My bear daddy is losing it.
I love it.
He kicks off the water with his foot and steps out of the shower. I lick the water droplets from his neck, then give him a love bite.
He roars.
Wow. He grabs a towel and carries me into the bedroom. We crash onto the bed with him on top of me, his open mouth dragging over my breast as his hips settle right into the cradle of my legs. I feel the long ridge of his cock nested right against my pussy. I rock my hips to rub against it, and Matthias groans.
This is it. I’m going to have sex. Well, like he said, we’ve had sex, but I’m going to experience penetration.
D in V.
The whole thing. My first time with the man of my dreams, just as I always imagined it.
I reach between our bodies to hold his cock. His growl would scare me except I know he likes it. I can tell by the way his cock surges in my hand, thickening and lengthening.
I direct it toward my entrance.
Matthias seems like he’s trying to speak, but all I hear are growls. I smile and pull him toward me. He seems to lose control, shoving deep.
I cry out at the mingled pain and pleasure, and Matthias instantly stops, his glowing eyes wide with alarm.
I don’t want him to stop. I love the sensation, just like I love when he spanks me. I rock my hips to move him inside me.
He seems to gather control, slowly gliding in and out of me as he returns his attention to his mouth on my nipple.
“Ooh!” I cry out when Matthias’ canine scrapes my nipple.
He rears his head back like he’s afraid of hurting me. His fangs are nearly as long as they were when he was in bear form.
I practically soak the bed as my body reacts with pure lust.
Matthias’ nostrils flare–a reaction I now realize must be him taking in my scent. He shoves into me a little harder. A little faster.
I let him know with my moans how much I like it. I touch my own breasts, cupping them and squeezing them.
My lover goes wild, like seeing me in the throes of pleasure sends him into orbit. He pounds into me harder. The bed slams against the wall. I now understand why he was afraid of hurting me, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s rough, he’s carnal, but it’s all wonderful.
I’m able to take him deeper as my body adjusts to his size. I’m sopping wet and slick, and he glides in and out like my body was made for him. It feels so delicious.