Tags:
paranormal romance,
shifters,
Shapeshifting,
wolves,
Werebears,
PNR,
bears,
werebear,
shifter romance,
bear shifter,
steamy pnr,
funny pnr
top in one slow, ecstatic lap. “Fuck!” she screamed, grabbing his short, blond hair and thrusting her hips forward. Hot waves of delight took over her body as she focused on his tongue inside her, exploring her lips, her folds and her throbbing clit. His thumb pressed against her clit and rubbed in small, slow circles as his tongue licked her faster and more intensely. His tongue was firm and controlled.
She let out a low, trembling moan as he slipped his tongue into her channel. He switched it up, sliding one finger, then two, into her hole as he flicked his tongue on her clit. She cried out as the pressure built up in her, desperate to be released. Angie hit the cupboard behind her with the side of her fist as he relentlessly flicked her pearl with his forceful tongue. The glasses clinked inside.
She threw her shaking leg over his ripped shoulder as she felt her knees start to buckle as they always did whenever she reached orgasm. “Fuck,” she screamed again, mangling the bread bag even more.
“Mmm,” Sidney moaned as he tasted her. He slid his two fingers in and out of her hole as he put pressure on her swollen and tender clit with his tongue.
Soft growls filled the room as his inner bear got a taste of her.
Little eruptions exploded from her clit and rushed through her body. “Ahhh, Godammit,” she cried as the convulsions came on harder and more frequent. Heat flooded her body as every muscle in her tightened, ready for the sweet release. Every whimper, cry and moan leaving her mouth became louder, harder and more desperate.
She held her breath, her body tense, her throat burning. She grabbed a handful of Sidney’s hair, almost yanking it out.
Her pussy exploded in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through her violently. “Fuck,” she screamed as blissful tremors flew through her legs and stomach up to her head. Her hips bucked on his mouth. Her legs shuddered as she threw her head back and cried out again as another wave of pleasure rushed through her veins.
She pushed his head away and closed her legs, the feeling of him on her, in her, too much to bare. She grasped the wet counter as she breathed in small, hurried breaths. Her legs trembled, out of her control.
The convulsions slowed down, replaced with a wonderful feeling of warmth and fulfillment. “Fuck,” she moaned. She opened her eyes and saw Sidney smiling at her, looking proud. “Where did you learn that?” she asked, gasping like someone who had just been rescued from a near drowning.
He shrugged, then smiled.
Angie slid down from the counter onto her trembling legs. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. I haven’t come that hard ever . She braced herself with her hand on the counter and exhaled deeply. “How would you like to move in?” she asked him, laughing through heavy breaths.
He was about to say something when she cut him off. “Joke,” she said.
“What a mess.” Angie looked around at the puddles of water all over the counter and floor, and her disheveled, wet clothes.
“If I clean it up and do the dishes do I buy myself another night?” he asked with a grin.
She was still trying to catch her breath. “Deal,” she said.
He turned, hiding his smile, and unplugged the overflowing sink. The water glugged as it leaked down the drain.
Angie stumbled to her room on shaky legs and collapsed on her bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
five
Angie opened her heavy eyes and groaned.
“Good morning my love,” a hazy outline of a giant said.
She dropped her head on the pillow and rubbed her eyes.
She sprung up into a sitting position like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. “What time is it?” The sun was much too bright coming in through the window. Angie was usually up before the sun made its way to Manhattan.
“Breakfast time,” Sidney said, holding up a tray full of food.
She covered her face with her hand. “I forgot to put my alarm on.” Idiot! “Why didn’t you wake