Taken By The PlayBear: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Romance And Alpha Males, BBW Paranormal Romance)

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Authors: Stacy Wilde
large breasts. They were full of desire, a desire that almost hurt.
    I felt that I was wet already because he managed to make me horny without touching me. I was sitting in front of him, and I was thinking about the moment when I would come near him so that he could touch me.
    But I wanted to prolong the agony, to enjoy more of him and what was going to happen. I started rubbing my sensitive parts slightly, creating an image that I knew for sure he was enjoying.
    He was confirming it with short, sharpened moans. I took off my panties with one hand and with the other; I was starting to play...
    He couldn’t take it anymore and he was begging me to come near him. I listened, so I sat next to him, on the bed, easily. He was burning with desire.
    He had stuck two of his fingers inside of me, biting his lips and moaning with pleasure. The desire had him going crazier than the first time, as I was feeling his rush, his burning wish.
    I wanted all of this man, I wanted to taste every piece of his gorgeous skin, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make him feel special.
    I leaned toward his beautiful sex, stiffened and virile while I strongly moistened my lips. He realized what was about to follow and he approved with his eyes.
    I could feel my mouth shuddering of desire and I knew that this was the supreme gesture to show him what he meant to me. When I tasted it the first time, I felt waves of pleasure, pleasure that he felt for sure.
    It wasn’t long until I had given my man the total pleasure. He exploded in a few seconds, caressing my hair and thanking me for existing.
    It was my first time. I had not done that before, ever in my life, and I was sure that I wouldn’t do it for any other man. It was a gesture of pure love, the love you have for the one and only man in your life.
    Another certainty of the fact that he loved me was received by me that night. He treated me back with the same pleasure, kissing my whole body and giving me what other men couldn’t.
    He wanted to see me happy, so he offered me the best orgasm I had experienced, with his soft touches. We were the perfect match.
    The skin on skin feeling was amazing and I even burst in tears of joy when he penetrated me. We were one…one body, one mind and one soul.
    The dawn caught us in the hot tube…making soft love, wanting him inside of me…
    I was looking at him, feeling a strange need to protect him but I couldn’t tell him that.
    He was a strong man and he, for sure, didn’t need my protection. All his story was shattering, he went through so much and he was so storm-beaten. But he succeeded!
    All his history with women was nothing but a shell that he entered when he found out that he was adopted. It was his way to stay hidden from pain, from disappointments, and he surely felt like a payback time for what his biological mother had done to him.
    He was punishing some other girls for his pain, not wanting to realize that he was only lying to himself. I was happy to be the only one that had the patience to wait…to wait for him to reveal himself, to let him be.
    There was a strong connection in the way he was acting and the way he made love. When he was making love, he was letting go…that was the only moment in which he allowed himself to show his real feelings.
    He was feeling the need to lie, to tell those women that he loved them, just because he had the need to hear himself being capable of beautiful feelings.
    I discovered all that, and it was like a veil that I was taking off from my eyes. I was only 24 years old but I managed to understand and to accept a man.
    I was sitting in the hot tube… knowing for sure that our struggles were over. That we had our trials, trials of fear, of abandon, of horror and pain.
    They had made us what we were. They brought us there, together, in that romantic atmosphere, allowing us to make love without any constraint.
    He was saying that he was going to claim me as his mate, in front of his bear clan, and I

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