Fealty Of The Bear by T.S. Joyce Read Free Book Online

her onto him, but instead seemed to revel in the slow pace she set. And when she found the rhythm he seemed to react to best, he rolled his hips in time with her mouth.
    God, he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and his powerful legs were trembling from what she was doing to him.
    “Touch yourself,” he said in a deep velvet voice.
    She’d never even thought of doing that in front of a man, but suddenly, she wanted to try everything with him. Logan was conjuring her inner goddess, and balking against his sensual commands would only hurt the progress she was making.
    The slow rip of her zipper filled the room, and she sucked the tip of his cock as she released him. He took himself in hand as she shimmied out of her remaining clothes. Easing back onto her bed, she spread her knees wide and leaned back on one arm.
    His eyes went wide, and his fist began slowly pumping his shaft as he watched her finger trail down her stomach. Watching his swollen cock as he milked himself was the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed, and when she pressed her finger inside of herself, the sensation sent delicious shivers down her spine.
    “Again,” he rasped.
    She pulled out of herself and pressed in again, and he matched his stroke to hers. She set their pace, and as pressure began to build with each touch, she arched her neck back and closed her eyes. She was going to come soon.
    “Not without me, baby,” Logan said against her ear. He’d made it across the room so fast, but before she could convince herself to be startled by his speed, he tugged at her hand and dipped his long middle finger into her up to his knuckle.
    A long moan left her lips. How did it feel even better when it was his finger inside her?
    A deep growl filled his throat as he settled between her legs and rested the head of his cock against the wetness he’d conjured. He pushed shallowly into her and she leaned into him, gripping his short, raven colored hair and dragging his gaze from her bouncing breasts to her eyes.
    He slid into her slowly, filling her until she cried out with the pleasure of taking all of him. He brushed her clit with every pump of his hips, and she’d already been so close.
    “Logan,” she whispered as he pressed deeper. He felt so good inside of her.
    Her orgasm crashed through her and she clawed the back of his neck as her toes curled in ecstasy.
    A cocky smile took Logan’s too sensual lips as her body was wracked with throbbing pleasure. He brought his mouth to her taut nipple and flicked it with his tongue, bringing a deeper arch to her back. And as the final aftershocks subsided, he said, “Go hold onto that headboard. I’m not finished with you yet.”
    Holy shit. Her bones were already made of putty. If he made her come again, she would be nothing but an amoeba on the bed. But it was hard to argue when his eyes were so serious and thirsty for her skin, and the anticipation of feeling his release inside of her made her bound to the head of the bed like an overeager puppy.
    Gripping the cold wood in both hands, she watched his shadow play across the wall in front of her. Smaller and more defined it became as he stalked her slowly, and when he was right behind her, he squeezed her ass firmly and pulled it back against him.
    “Arch your back for me,” he rumbled.
    She did as he asked, and he spread her knees wider. She could feel his bandages against her back and his warm breath tickled her ear as he nibbled at her sensitive lobe. Gripping the bed harder, she melted back against him as he thrust into her wet sex.
    She moaned as he ran his hand over the swell of her hips and to the front of her. He rubbed slowly just above where he was pumping into her, and the pressure began to build again.
    His kisses trailed to her neck just beneath her ear and he pounded into her faster and harder. The bed groaned in rhythm to their movement, and she pressed against him, meeting him each stroke.
    Skin slapping as he bucked against her, his