Serena #2
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned. His eyes flared wide at the sight, and the liquid feeling of need that pooled in my belly started dripping down my thighs. It was hot as hell to see his cock nestled in my cleavage.
I kneeled up a little more. “I’m not using my hands,” I said, and gave him a huge smile, then moaned as my nipples caught a little friction from the motion as I rolled up and down, starting a burn that traveled straight to my clit.
There was no need to worry about making the channel slick with the way he leaked pre-cum all over my chest. I could hear the faltering pounding of computer keys and more muttered curses. Maybe my plan was more distracting than I thought…
I started licking the tip of his cock with each pass, before sucking him back into my mouth. The faster I went, the more my nipples rubbed against him, edging me closer and closer to an orgasm. I hummed, happy and smug about getting around his rules.
Until I heard a muttered, “enough” from above me.
And then I was pulled up to my feet.
“I finished my report.”
“You don’t look very happy about that.” I poked the bear.
“And you broke the rules.”
“But you didn’t come yet!”
“You used your hands. Just like this.” Gavin cupped my breasts, pushing them together the same way they’d enveloped his hard cock.
He bent his head and took a hard nipple in his mouth, licking and nipping, first one, then the other, until I was squirming in place. “So now you have to pay the price.”
“Those weren’t the rules,” I said.
“You might have started this little game, sunshine, but I’m about to finish it.” He was amused, despite the threatening edge to his words.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he spun me around, and bent me over the edge of his desk.
A finger brushed the bottom edge of my sleep shorts—I never actually wore them in bed, but I liked a bit of clothing between my skin and a hot coffee pot in the morning—and I rose on my tiptoes at the slight tickle.
The finger stroked back and forth, just skimming along the curve of my butt, right under the ruffles of the soft cotton shorts.
I shivered at the barely-there touch, knowing it wouldn’t stay that way.
And it didn’t, the sharp scrape of a claw reminding me just what kind of beast I’d taunted.
Then it was so long jammy shorts—I barely knew you—as cool air hit my backside.
I wasn’t sure what was coming next. I’d probably earned at least a few spanks, but my man could never resist—
Hard hands gripped my hips, tilting my ass up, before a very growly bear shifter face-planted in my pussy. His tongue lapped from front to back, and dipped inside to gather the liquid pooling at my entrance.
“Sweet. So sweet. All mine.”
He added a finger, and I clenched around him, before he slowly stroked in and out and added another finger. He kept increasing the pace and my hips twisted and rolled, chasing the orgasm that was so close.
A sharp sting cracked across one cheek and I yelped in surprise, before the pain faded to a delicious heat.
He waited until I had finished panting through the pain, those thick fingers of his pumping in and out until I was once again on the edge of coming.
Then another smack on the other cheek made me clamp down on his fingers, and he cursed.
“You have the most perfect pussy.” The words tumbled out of him, and I knew he wasn’t thinking about paperwork anymore.
He repeated the torturous combination, until my skin burned, and I was babbling nonsense, begging him to please, please, let me come.
Gavin’s dark laugh made my knees weak. “I don’t think I’ve been properly incentivized yet.”
“Gav—“
And then his fingers were gone, to be replaced with the hot, hard head of his cock.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded, and I hurried to obey.
He grabbed both wrists in one of his big hands, and pulled, making my back arch and his cock slide in further. With a few more pumps, he was all the way in and I gasped at the delicious, full feeling.
“Sunshine,” he said, and stilled. “I can’t ever get enough of you.” He pulled back and plunged in, dragging out the torturous slide, making us both moan. “You’re my prize, my heart, my reward, my everything.”
His hips snapped faster and faster, his thighs hitting the tender flesh of my burning backside. I loved it all. The way he held me, the way he worshipped my body with his, the way the pleasure of each thrust blended with the raspy sting of pain from my punishment.
He groaned. “Put your hands flat on the desk.”
I nodded as he released my wrists. He gripped my left hip, and then I felt a gentle push some place new. A place I hadn’t been brave enough yet to explore.
He gently circled his thumb, then dipped the tip of his large digit into my ass. I let out a noise that made him growl.
“You like this?”
I nodded, my whole body pulled tight, the incredible sensations blooming up my belly to my chest, stealing my breath and my words.
“Serena.”
“Yes,” I gasped out. “I love everything you do to me.”
“With you, love.” He circled a fingertip around and around, then pressing in, repeating the motion until every part of my skin was one more thrust from flying apart. “Always, with you.” He pushed his finger deeper, as he pumped inside my pussy, and I screamed his name as I came.
He wrapped an arm around my waist as my body went boneless.
His beard tickled the nape of my neck as he kissed and licked his way to the mate mark he’d placed, and the fire was back, sparking and smoldering as if I hadn’t just come a few minutes ago.
“Gavin,” I moaned. “I can’t—“
“Yes, you can.” The conviction in that gravelly voice I loved was absolute.
Rough fingers skimmed over my swollen pussy lips, tracing the folds up and down, down and up, until he brushed my clit.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re going to come again. I’m going to fill you up, so everyone will know you’re mine.” The last words rolled through me on a primitive level. It wasn’t just Gavin saying that, it was his bear right at the surface.
Gavin pinched and rolled my clit, increasing his speed, playing with my ass the way he had before.
“So…close,” I gasped out. He was right there with me, the bond giving me the image and feeling of his absolute love; the deep physical connection so complete I could feel every twitch of his cock.
A breath later and I was coming, exploding with the feelings and clamping down around his finger in my ass and his impossibly enormous length inside my pussy. He roared, and heat flooded me as he filled me up as promised.
“Fuck.” He took in a great shuddering breath. “Every time I think about reports I’m going to be hard enough to pound nails.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” I wasn’t too tired to tease him, even though my legs were jelly and my lids wouldn’t open.
“Not if this is the result.”
“See? Win-win.”
He laughed, still sounding a bit weak himself. I’d never tire of the sound of his laugh, of feeling like we were one, of any part of my life with Gavin.
There might be magic in Wild Mountain, but every bit of his love for me was real.