Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I slip off the bed and drag her gorgeous ass to the edge. I spread her silky thighs and run my tongue through the wetness dripping from her sweet pussy. Her taste blasts through me and my inner polar bear goes nuts. I have to wrangle my polar bear into submission before continuing. Louisa squirms and tugs on my head, dragging me closer.
“Fucking get your ass moving.” My polar bear’s words echo through my mind, and I mentally flip him off as I close my lips around her hard clit.
I forget all about my impatient inner bear as I slide one finger into her tight pussy. Goddamn. I’m not going to last much longer.
I slowly push deeper until I press against her virginity and her inner walls clamp down on my finger. Fucking hell. She’s all goddamn mine. That knowledge seems to soothe my inner polar bear, allowing him to stop fighting against my control. As I press a second finger into her wet core, I realize this is going to be a tight fit.
Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths, attempting to gain control of my raging hunger for my mate. Her silky inner walls tremble around my fingers while I finger her faster.
“Come for me,” I growl as I nibble on her clit. Her breath catches as an orgasm flows through her.
I take my time kissing my way up her quivering body, memorizing every perfect inch. When I reach her soft lips, I slide my tongue into her mouth while she wraps her soft hand around my hungry cock.
Fucking hell. Her light touch drives me out of my mind with hunger. “Tighter,” I growl against her sweet lips.
“So bossy.” Louisa gives my cock a hard squeeze, sending pleasure shooting through all my nerve endings.
“Yep.” My groan sounds embarrassingly like a whimper as her hand slowly strokes my hard cock. My polar bear hits his limit and I know I’ve run out of time.
I press forward in one hard thrust, making us one for all eternity. Calling on all of my control, I hold still while her pussy slowly eases its grip on my cock.
Kissing her soft lips, I keep a tight rein on my own orgasm as I begin to thrust. As her inner muscles loosen, I increase my pace, driving us both higher.
When her tight pussy trembles around my dick, my polar bear wakes up and orders me to get my ass moving. Between his demands and the draw of my mate, I can’t hold off any longer.
Losing control, I allow my sharp fangs to burst through my gums. When an intense orgasm tears through me, I find the right spot at the base of her sweet neck and bite down with just enough pressure to break the skin and seal our bond. Our life forces connect as my soul links to hers, creating an eternal bond. My roar booms through the bedroom as my cock empties deep in her sweet pussy.
Since the first mating is intense and draining, I barely have the strength to roll over and pull my mate’s curvy body against my side before we both drift off.
I wake up to the soft glow of morning spilling through the cracks in the curtains, my body still heavy with sleep. Since my inner bear is finally content, he’s still snoozing away without a care in the world. Fucker.
The last remnants of sleep disappear as I turn to find my mate curled up next to me. The sunlight casts a halo around her, making her look like some kind of goddess with her hair spilling across the pillow.
My first instinct is to roll over and bury my face in her sweet pussy to wake her up, but I know she needs a little break. As much as I hate to leave the warmth of the bed, I need to get away from the temptation to keep her in bed all day long.
I nudge her gently as I place little kisses on her cheek. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
“Mmm…” she murmurs in response, snuggling deeper into the covers and rubbing her luscious ass against my cock. “It’s too freaking early.” In that instant, both my cock and inner bear wake up, ready for action. I ignore them and kiss my mate’s soft lips.
“Why don’t you take a hot shower while I make us some breakfast?” I suggest as I drag my ass out of bed. My suggestion seems to wake her up.
“I’ll do the cooking, Gabe.” She sits up and gives me a soft, sleepy smile. “I’m not ready to die from food poisoning.”
“What? You wound me!” I spin around dramatically, hand over my heart. “Just because I have a questionable reputation when it comes to cooking doesn’t mean I can’t rise to the occasion.”
“I definitely know you can rise to the occasion.” She winks before her eyes drift down to my rock-hard cock. “But I’m not ready to trust your cooking skills.”