Page 19 of Hunny and the Bear (Bearly Yours #1)

Nineteen

H oly. Shit . This is so much better than I imagined .

Hunny leaned back, her hair spilling down her spine as she gripped Tank’s knees. She rode his thick cock desperately, his choked groans of need sending pleasure straight to her core. Each guttural noise he made spurred her on, encouraging her to take him deeper, to ride him faster.

She’d already orgasmed once, and all it did was take the edge off for a few minutes. She needed more. Her body demanded it. She was a glutton for the ecstasy this male could provide. Just thinking about what he’d done to her in the kitchen had her pussy spasming, juices spilling from her and onto his shaft as she quickened her pace.

But now her big bear was tired, and it was up to her to ensure he enjoyed himself. He needed to know that she was perfect for him, that no one else compared to her. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that no one else compared to him .

“You feel so good,” Hunny moaned, tiny beads of sweat sliding down her breasts as she widened her knees on the couch, taking him deeper. The tip of Tank’s cock hit her cervix, and she hissed, pleasure and pain mixing together deliciously. Part of her wanted to slow down, to savor the feel of his impressive length stretching her, but she couldn’t hold back, desperate for more.

She looked up at him, expecting to see exhaustion lining his features. Instead, Tank’s eyes were full of lust as he watched her undulate on his cock, his gaze riveted to their joined bodies. He licked his lips, eyes roaming up her figure before meeting her own lustful gaze.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I thought you were tired, Henry.”

“Not anymore. You’re so fucking beautiful riding me, baby,” Tank praised hoarsely, one arm locking around her waist while the other slid down her stomach. He pulled her to his chest, pushing her hips down as he thrust up, bottoming out inside her.

Hunny cried out, so blissfully full she could barely stand it. It was almost too much, but she knew if he pulled out now, she’d scream in frustration. Dropping her hold on his knees, she leaned into him, hands tangling in his unruly hair. With a growl, Tank kissed her, dominating her mouth with his tongue and teeth as he began strumming her clit, taking her pleasure higher than she’d ever been before.

Her pussy fluttered, her orgasm so close she could taste it. She broke their kiss, breathing shallowly against his bruised lips as her orgasm peaked. “Henry, I-I’m—”

“Don’t cum until I tell you,” Tank ordered, dominance pouring from him in waves as he pinned her hips in place, pumping into her with a brutal precision that had her vision darkening, stars exploding behind her eyes as she held on. She tensed against him, every instinct within her demanding she heed his order. That she obey him.

His fingers plucked her clit, and she whined pitifully from the lightning bolts of pleasure that threatened to strike her down. “Please,” she begged, her body winding tighter and tighter with each buck of his hips.

“‘Please’ what, little rabbit?” Tank nipped her chin hard. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to cum!” she cried, her fingers tightening on several strands of his hair.

“Ask me nicely, baby, and I’ll let you cum all over my cock,” Tank encouraged, dropping his mouth to her shoulder and nipping her tender flesh.

“Please, Henry,” Hunny begged, unsure of when he’d taken over, but loving that he had. As a submissive, there was always some part of her nature that thrived on being dominated. Outside of the bedroom, she hated it, but here, with her bear? She loved it. “Please let me cum!”

His hands locked on her hips, and before she could even squawk in protest, he lifted her off of him, turning her to face the living room. Her hands flew from his hair, and she’d just opened her mouth to scream in outrage when he slammed her back down onto his lap, impaling her in one magnificent thrust.

The moan that left her mouth was obscene, so full of need she barely heard Tank’s own ragged exclamation. He grabbed her breast and her clit, pulling her back against his chest as he began slamming home inside her. Her legs draped over his knees and he widened his stance, causing her to sink further onto his cock as he rolled his fingers over her bundle of nerves, driving her wild in just a few strokes.

She grabbed onto the forearm locked around her waist, clawing at him as her head fell back onto his shoulder, her breaths rough and shallow, her heart racing. She couldn’t last much longer, didn’t know if she could hold on another second before she broke apart in his arms.

“Cum for me, Hunny. Now,” Tank ordered, and that was all she needed to hear. Her back bowed against him, his fingers stroking her clit as he filled her completely. Pussy spasming, she cried out his name, warmth exploding through her entire body as she orgasmed all over his length.

Tension eased from her muscles, and she collapsed against him, feeling more sated than she ever had in her life. After the last week, she’d needed this. No, not just the sex.

I needed my Henry .

Tank kissed her shoulder, licking a path up to her ear before whispering, “You’re not done yet, little rabbit.”

Her eyes widened right as his grip tightened on her. Flesh slapped together as he pinned her to him, giving her no other option but to hold on as he angled her hips just right, driving into her over and over again.

Body still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, he fucked her to within an inch of her life, not stopping even as she felt another euphoric wave crashing into her. She might have even drooled, so lost in her own pleasure to notice much of anything else.

“You’re so fucking soaked,” Tank rasped, his deep tenor causing her to shiver as he licked her shoulder again. “And your pussy is strangling my cock. Your greedy little cunt needs me, doesn’t it, baby?”

Hunny tried to answer, but her brain wasn’t working properly, and all she managed was a weird, strangled noise of affirmation.

Tank chuckled darkly. He played with her sensitive clit while he owned her body, his fingers sliding through her slick, the wet sound impossible to ignore. Hell, he was right. She was absolutely drenched.

Bringing his hand over her shoulder, he licked his fingers, groaning at the taste. “In the morning, I’m going to wake you up with my tongue buried deep inside this pussy.” He patted her clit possessively. “Every night you sleep in my bed, that’s how I’ll wake you.”

“Oh, fuck,” Hunny whimpered, the dirty image of his face buried between her legs, his beard tickling her thighs as he ate her out, sending her right over the edge. She threw her head back against his shoulder as she orgasmed again, her breathy moan blending with his ragged one.

Tank stiffened beneath her, pumping into her with one final thrust. His cock throbbed, and she felt warm and full as he came inside her, marking her in every way but one. His lips skated tenderly over her shoulder and neck as she relaxed fully into him, lethargy setting in.

“Only took you three orgasms to tucker out, huh?” Tank teased, the smile in his deep voice unmistakable.

Pride swelled within Hunny, and she turned her head slightly to the side, noting the sated, mischievous gleam in his eyes. She’d done that —turned her sullen bear into a relaxed, cared-for male.

“Be careful, Henry, otherwise I’ll show you what a rabbit shifter is really capable of,” she warned playfully, stifling a yawn. “Besides, you got tired first.”

“I rallied,” he countered easily. “I knew I needed to sate my—” His voice cracked, and he grumbled under his breath, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.

Hunny pushed off of him before his scowl could fully form, standing on legs that felt like jello. Immediately, cum started slipping down her thighs, and she grimaced, unsure of what she should do.

Tank reached between her legs, swiping their mixed arousal up onto his fingers. He held it up to her expectantly. “See how good we taste, Hunny.”

She blushed, equal parts scandalized and turned on as she opened her mouth. He pushed his fingers gently inside and she sucked as she gazed at him, the heated look in his eyes nearly sending her to her knees just to drink from the source. When he pulled his hand back, his own face was flushed, his eyes focused on her lips as she licked them clean.

Before her legs buckled from that look, Hunny pivoted around, shakily beelining for the kitchen. “Stay there,” she called over her shoulder, already well aware that he’d likely started following her. Tank sighed audibly, and then her lips twitched as she heard him sink back down onto the couch.

Shaking her head, she stumbled into the kitchen, each step she took reminding her of the pounding she’d just taken. Her core ached, her legs were shaking, her thighs felt chafed, and it was magical .

Had anyone ever made her feel like this afterward? Nope . Just Tank.

Smiling, Hunny snatched up the mug, still filled with tea, from the kitchen island, and took a small sip. Ugh, it was completely cold. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she spent the next few minutes making a fresh cup. She poured a thick glob of honey into the mug, stirring it in with a spoon until it melted.

Then, on legs that shook slightly less, she ventured back into the living room where Tank was still sprawled out on the couch. As soon as he spotted the mug in her hand, he grimaced, though he took it from her all the same.

“No funny faces, Henry.” Hunny rolled her eyes, straddling his lap. His erection had gone down, but as soon as she settled over him, she felt it twitch to life, like a zombie rising from the grave, ready to eat her brains. Well, hopefully he’d be ready to eat something else .

Grumbling, he took a drink, eyes widening in surprise before taking another larger gulp. “This actually isn’t bad,” he commented. “Must be getting used to it.”

“I added a secret ingredient,” she teased lightly, watching him from under her lashes as he stilled.

“What did you put in it?”

Hunny shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I figured since you wanted me to lick your fingers clean, you might want a taste of us , too.” She pursed her lips. “It took some effort to put all of our mixed cum on a spoon, but—”

“Fuck me,” Tank muttered under his breath, staring down at the mug like it was an alien. And then he downed the rest, sending her a curious look when she gaped at him in bewilderment. “What?”

“I can’t believe you just drank that!”

“Why not? It wasn’t too hot.”

Hunny sputtered, her eyes wild. “Because I told you I put cum in there,” she whispered dramatically, like it was a dirty little secret.

He shrugged. “I don’t give a damn, darlin’. I thought about licking you clean when you stood up. Drinking it from a cup isn’t much different.”

Desire flared to life, her aching center oblivious to the fact that she’d already orgasmed three times in the last hour. “I was joking , obviously. I wouldn’t do that!” Hunny exclaimed, feeling flustered and hot. She might have been joking, but he’d drunk it all, fully believing she’d tampered with his tea. “You’re such a pervert, Henry!”

And why was that suddenly such a turn-on?

Giving her a teasing growl, Tank pulled her back against him, kissing her sweetly on the lips. “You like it,” he murmured darkly, nipping her lower lip.

The scent of their mixed arousal filled the air once more, and Hunny wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her forehead resting against his. “I like it,” she whispered softly.

“And you like me.”

She cracked a smile. “And I like you.”

His shaft swelled between her thighs, and her breath caught as he stood up with his arm cradling her ass, dropping the mug onto the coffee table with a clank. “How about we take a shower, and then I fuck you until you fall asleep?”

Hunny’s brows rose, her core tightening with need. “I know you said you wanted pussy for breakfast, Henry, but how about a late-night snack?”

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he murmured, holding her more securely to his chest. Hunny laughed lightly, letting him carry her upstairs.