“That’s not why I—ohh.” My head tipped back a little as he dragged his thumb over my clit. The thin fabric of my leggings and thong separated him from my skin, but I was so turned on that it still felt incredible.
“You were saying?” His voice was smug.
I wanted to punch him. And kiss him. The latter, much more than the former.
“Take my pants off already.”
A sound of animalistic satisfaction tore through him as he grabbed the waistband of my leggings, peeling them and my thong down to my knees.
There was wickedness in his gaze when he left the tight fabric there, ducking his head between my trapped thighs.
“You’re such a—bastard.” I gasped the last word as he sucked my clit hard.
His noise of agreement was unmistakable.
So was the feel of his thick finger against my entrance.
“Tell me if I do something you’re not comfortable with,” he commanded.
I moaned in response, my hips arching violently as he worked my clit while he filled me.
Somehow, his finger felt better than any other man’s cock ever had.
“You’re so fucking tight, Madi,” he snarled against my clit, slowly pumping into me. He added a second finger. Then a third, stretching me in a way that felt unreal. “You’re soaked, too. Your cunt may as well be begging for my cock. Show me how well you can fuck my fingers, and I’ll think about giving you what you really want.”
The sounds of pleasure that escaped me as I rocked my hips, taking what I wanted while he gave me what I needed.
I climaxed once.
Twice.
He bit down on my clit lightly, and I came the third time with a cry of pleasure that was louder and more beastly than I had ever imagined I was capable of.
The pleasure was so intense, it was unimaginable.
My breathing was practically violent as I squeezed his face between my thighs, stopping him from pushing me further with a hand against his forehead.
“I don’t know how you do this to me,” I managed to get out, my chest heaving as I stared at the bear between my legs. “We should stop.”
“Is that what you want?” The intensity in his eyes was unmatched.
No one had ever looked at me like that. Something told me no one else ever would.
No.
Yes.
Wait, no.
…Maybe?
I didn’t know.
He must’ve gathered as much from my expression, because he slipped his head out from between my thighs and pulled my leggings back up to their usual place.
My thong got stuck at the middle of my thighs, stretched awkwardly by the crotch of my leggings. I wasn’t going to admit that, though. Awkward.
Bo dragged a hand over his wild, tangled blond curls.
