Bearly Breathing (Werebears of New Hampshire #1)(21)

His hand slid up the back of her thigh and crept up under her bathing suit bottom. His fingers crawled between her legs and he slid a finger into her wet *.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and smiled at him, jacking him off with her slick saliva. “What’s going on back there?” she asked. “I don’t usually go past first base on the first date.”

He slid another finger inside her and she gasped.

“Not much of a talker are you?” She stroked him harder, squeezing her grip.

He let his fingers do the talking. His hand was swift and firm, soft yet strong.

“Good,” she said, her voice getting deeper. “Keep this to yourself.”

He rubbed her burning clit as he worked and Grace started to wonder what else he could do. She moaned and swayed her hips to the rhythm of his hand.

She turned back to his cock, sucking it with a new sense of urgency, stopping only to moan and cry out when he hit the right spot with his fingers.

Edwin picked her up by her thighs and lowered her hips onto his face. Her body convulsed as he peeled her bathing suit bottom to the side and raised his tongue to her *. She pulled her mouth off his cock and whined as he licked her aching lips and flicked her clit with his tongue.

She was so wet. So horny. She pushed her hips down onto his hungry mouth, trembling as he worked.

Maybe she could forgive Becca. This wasn’t going too bad after all.

He slid his hips up from under her and positioned himself behind her. Grace went to turn but he held her hips in place with a strong grip. He was silent behind her. Just grunts and heavy breathing as he pulled her bottoms to the side and got ready to f*ck her doggy style.

She glanced back at his fit chest and model abs as he slid his cock inside her. God damn it! It had been months since she had been f*cked and she forgot how good it felt.

She pulled up her bathing suit top under her shirt and massaged her breast as he sped up his pace, thrusting inside her with his thick cock.


Grace dug her nails into the dirt as he slammed into her. They grunted together with every hit, drowning out the slap of their skins.

She reached down under her and rubbed her clit. She was so close.

Her clit was on fire. She massaged it in quick, hard circles as Edwin filled her from behind.

Cries shot out of her mouth like waves, coming faster and faster with every second. Her other hand curled into the earth and she squeezed her fingers around a fistful of dirt, yanking it out of the ground.

Grunts and the grumbling of a bear came from Edwin, louder and more frequent as he was on the verge as well.

Grace’s back burned as she arched it more than it was supposed to bend. She hammered her clit and felt the familiar shocks that swelled before she came.

“Yes!” she screamed as her body unraveled, the orgasm surging through her.

Edwin squeezed her hips until it hurt as he came deep inside her.

Her head dropped down as she panted for breath. She straightened her aching back out as he slowly thrust inside her a couple more times.

She moaned as he pulled out, feeling empty. Vacant. Cold.

His wetness dripped down her inner thigh. She turned towards him and he was holding his softening erection in his hand with a smile on his face.

That was fun.

It was a exciting secret between just the two of them. But something nagging in the back of her mind was telling her that she would be back for more.





ANGIE AND SIDNEY





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“Not like that!” Sidney yelled from behind Angie’s kayak. He was in the water, hanging on the tail, dragging her down and making it impossible to steer.

“I know what I’m doing,” she screamed back. The rain was pelting her in the face. They were flying down the river. She had learned how to kayak in the past few days by studying online videos but nothing had prepared her for this shit storm.

“Turn the paddle ov-” Sidney got dunked under the water by the swirling current. “Over,” he said when he popped back up.

“You should know right?” she yelled back. “Mr. I fell out of my kayak after thirty f*cking seconds.”

Her kayak was heading for a rock the size of a wrecking ball up ahead. She dug the paddle into the water and tried to turn the kayak with all of her strength. All of her measly, little, lab rat, muscle-less strength.

She couldn’t move it with Sidney’s tremendous weight dragging her down.

“Let go,” she yelled, trying to smack him off with the paddle.

He took the shots in the head but held on. “Stop hitting m-” A wave crashed into his face.

Angie turned back and gasped when she saw the huge rock quickly gaining in size. They were heading right for it. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the kayak smashed into it.

It happened so fast. There was a loud cracking sound, she flew through the air, and opened her eyes just as she belly flopped into the water. She looked around frantically as the river carried her helpless, little body down the river like an ant being flushed down the toilet.

“Help!” Sidney screamed as his head popped out of the water an arm’s length from her. He was slapping the water, trying to stay up.

A piece of the broken yellow kayak floated between them and they both grabbed on to it.

“Can you swim?” she asked. She didn’t want the guy drowning.