Hard To Bear (Blue Moon Junction, #3)

When they got to the bedroom, it was a race to see who could rip off her clothes faster. He undid her pajama top so fast that buttons went flying, but she didn’t care. She shimmied out of her pajama pants, and he pushed her back on to the bed, falling on top of her and covering her with the giant wall of muscle that was his body.

“Not interested, huh?” he growled, pinning her hands above her head. He moved his body so he could kiss her neck, nipping at her soft flesh and then running his tongue over the area he’d just bitten.

“Mmm,” she whimpered helplessly, squirming underneath him. Damn the bear, teasing her like this when she wanted him inside her, with a hungry, aching urgency.

“What’s that? I didn’t quite catch that.” He nipped at her neck again, and then moved down to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her nipple was swollen, sensitive, engorged in his mouth. Every inch of her body that he touched lit up with pleasure, little rivulets of delicious sensation crackling down her nerve endings.

“Yes….Ohhh, yes….” She wailed, squirming. “Okay, maybe I’m a little…ohhhh….interested…”

“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m very interested.” He sucked at her nipple again, gently tugging it with his teeth, and another whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.

He cupped her other breast with his hand, and ran his thumb over the nipple. Little jolts of pleasure shot throughout her body. His massive bulk pressed her into the mattress, and she couldn’t have escaped if she’d tried. She lay there helpless and loving it.

Then he moved down lower still, and she bit her lip, anticipating what was to come.

“I can’t wait to taste you, baby,” he crooned. “You smell so sweet.”

He kissed her stomach, and she couldn’t help but flinch.

“What?” he murmured into the soft swell of her flesh.

“I’m fat.”

“You’re well padded. I like that in a woman. When I make love, I don’t want to bang up against someone’s bony skeleton.”

She forced herself to relax, trying not to think of the other women he’d made love to. He was here with her now, for this night, and that was all that mattered.

He kissed her again, swirling his tongue over her flesh. It was amazing how her body responded to his every touch, her skin instantly turning deliciously sensitive under his hot kisses and firm caress.

He moved down lower still, to the neatly clipped triangle of red curls, and then placed his big, strong hands on her soft thighs and firmly spread them apart. She kept herself shaved bare on the lips.

He spread her lips open gently, reverently, as if he were opening a box of delicious chocolates or a treasure chest of gold. Then he ran his tongue along the seam, from back to front, in one long slow lap, and she gasped in ecstasy.

He slowly lapped at her again and again, and then his hot, hungry mouth closed around the swollen pink bud of her clitoris, and he sucked at it hard. She sank her fingers into his shoulders, moaning helplessly beneath the sensual torment of his tongue.

Her arousal was building up inside her like a hot wall of lava, and she writhed with mingled pleasure and frustration.

If he didn’t make her come soon she’d die.

As he sucked, he slipped a finger inside her, and began stroking her inner wall, until he found the sensitive spot that made her arch her back and cry aloud. He massaged the spot with the pad of his index finger and sucked harder, until the dam inside her burst and the hot streams of pleasure gushed through her body. She felt dizzy, lighter than air. Sparks exploded behind her eyes as she came, gasping for breath.

He moved up, pressing his knee between her legs, and she parted her thighs, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Then he paused, moving down to grab a condom from his wallet. He tore open the packet and rolled it onto his thick cock.

“Jumbo size?” she guessed. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Was it good for you too?” he teased.

“Oh, my God,” she said. “Oh. God. Terrifyingly good. Yes.”

The thick head of his cock nudged between her drenched lips, and he moved his hips and thrust again until he was inside her. He thrust again, filling her completely, so big that it took several more hard thrusts before he was fully inside her.

Then he began rocking his hips in rhythm, burying his face in her hair. “Oh, baby, you’re so tight. I love how you squeeze me,” he groaned.

He was so big that it hurt, but it was an exquisitely pleasurable pain. He filled her completely, and she felt her wet sheath clamping down on his cock, squeezing it hard.

He pumped inside her, thrusting all the way in, and then pausing while he was buried all the way to the hilt.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, and he resumed, hard and fast, and then, just when she was on the brink, stopping again, making her plead for it. Finally with a last explosive thrust, she came again, hard, muscles convulsing and clamping on his cock, and he came with her, his guttural grunts of pleasure sounding in her ear.





Chapter Eight


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