Blake, Her Bad Bear: A Paranormal Bad Boy Romance by Amy Star Read Free Book Online Page A

regions of her groin. It was amazing how sensitive it was—she felt as if she could picture every square centimeter of him, pushing and tempting against her G-spot. Reflexively she butted her hips up higher, trying to focus more pressure on that aspect of her physiology that would drive her to a climax.
    She was already getting there, and sucked in deep breaths through her teeth. Each time Blake entered her, she felt the tiny hairs of his belly scraping against her tender, flawless navel and felt as if she might suddenly come all at once. Somehow, she was able to hold onto her desires, and wrapped her legs around him.
    “Harder!” she beckoned, her black hair suddenly matted on her forehead. Sweat was pooling at her brow, but she wasn’t aware of anything other than the physical presence of their two bodies intertwined, struggling in an almost selfish endeavor to orgasm first.
    Blake pushed into her harder, his fucking suddenly fast and furious, and the wet slap of their groins pulsing into one another made Lily moan loudly again, almost like a child. It must have inspired Blake because he suddenly became gentler and stroked her face and her neck with one hand while his other came down, flattening on her hipbone as he pulled himself into her.
    “Christ, I’m-I’m going to come… I’m going to come,” she cried through muted gasps.
    As if anticipating the imminence of both their passions boiling over the sides, Blake pulled out of her, the wet tip of his organ glistening with a sticky substance, and it bobbed against her belly, leaving its snail-tracks to dry on that virginal patch of skin above the thatch of pubic hair.
    Following his lead she turned on her stomach and propped herself on her knees, flashing her ass for him in a way that made her feel at once vulnerable but paradoxically back in control again—she was controlling the mode and speed of their lovemaking, dragging him along, and her legs quivered again as she felt her own warm fluids spark against the sides of her inner thighs and runnel down onto the sheets.
    Blake arched forward, his biceps cringing with the effort and his blunt head fitted in a look of focus. Again, that hunter’s expression, and Lily turned away from him and reached at the back of the bed frame, arching her delicate Asian back in a U-shape as he guided himself toward the luscious swollen entrance of her vagina.
    “Unnh!” she grunted again as he entered her, but this time at least she was ready. Still, he was massive, and taking her from behind, the sloped bulb of his manhood pressed all the more firmly on her G-spot and she had to bite her lip. More liquid gushed from her groin and she reached between her legs to massage the flowery flesh around her clitoris. “Fuuuuck,” she grimaced, her other hand tightening on the bed frame.
    “Can I come in you?” he murmured.
    She merely nodded. She was beyond pleasure now. She could only squirm and writhe against a breach of sensation that had already tipped over the dam of her reservations. No, that wasn’t quite right—the dam itself had burst and she was merely waiting, helpless, for that ecstasy to envelope her. Her breath staggered in her chest again, starting her small breasts swinging like pendulums, and Blake’s hands firmly held her by the waist so she could not unconsciously escape.
    “Christ, Christ, Christ, fuck me, I-I can’t... unnhh!” she gasped.
    Blake butted into the pert roundness of her ass in a final push, and Lily let out a huff as the oxygen left her lungs and she fell onto her face, her cheek pressed into the pillow. Her ass was still high in the air, the canal of her womanhood open to this stranger with tattoos, and the wave finally hit her. The orgasm was like lightning, igniting every nerve of her being at once, as if she was being electrocuted. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she held on for dear life, a small cry of pain and pleasure whistling between her full lips and she closed her eyes