Her Wild Bear by Heather West Read Free Book Online Page B

until it hurt her own ears, until at last a final sheer climax of delight filled her soul and her orgasm released, leaving her to swoop down into weary bliss.
     
    Matt stroked his fingers softly over her reactive skin, touching her warmly as the orgasm subsided. He slid his fingers slowly, carefully, down through her wisps of soft hair and back to her sensitive folds. She giggled and squirmed as he touch neared her hypersensitive clitoris.
     
    “That’s enough,” she barely managed to whisper.
     
    But Matt slipped his finger briskly over her clit anyway.
     
    Tawny jumped and squealed, then fell back to the bed. “Don’t touch there,” she begged. “It’s too much, I can’t handle it.”
     
    “You said I could do anything,” Matt reminded her.
     
    Tawny’s eyes grew in sudden fear. “No, Matt, please. Not that, please! Just fuck me, okay? Just fuck me hard.”
     
    He flitted a gentle finger over her clitoris again, and she wriggled with a yelp. “Damn it, Matt, I can’t take it.”
     
    “I think you can,” he urged. “And right now, you don’t have a choice.”
     
    Tawny’s breath grew quick and panicked as she looked up at the ropes that held her hands. “No!” she shrieked.
     
    But Matt curled his fingers over her pussy greedily, his touch torturing her ticklish bud and sending streaking bolts of painful ecstasy through her body. The nerves in her clit screeched out in heated glee, and she thrashed around on the bed while Matt tormented her relentlessly. She knew she was screaming, but the floods of eroticism that poured through her blocked out any other sensations. She gasped for air, unable to breathe, and felt her head getting light.
     
    He stopped, stood next to the bed, and watched as she squirmed and wriggled from the ensuing tingling nerves. As she caught her breath he lay over her and pressed his hard penis inside her soaking wet pussy. She panted hard as he thrust in her, and the feel of his enormity was gratifying, soothing. He stroked in her for long minutes, his lustful breath hot on her neck, his taut muscles rippling and writhing over her helplessness. She grinned wistfully, groggily, as he shook with a satisfying ejaculation, leaving a part of himself inside of her.
     
    “Oh God,” she mumbled as Matt untied her hands and rolled off of her. “Oh fuck, that was great. If I ever recover, we have to do that one again.” She reached over and took a hold of his penis, feeling it soften in her palm. “But next time, it’s your turn to be tied down.”
     
    Matt laughed. “After what I just did to you? No way in hell.”
     

Chapter 9
     
    Matt smiled the next morning as he slid Tawny’s arm from his chest and slipped quietly out so he didn’t wake her. He sat on the porch to watch the sun rising over distant mountains before wandering out in the morning haze.
     
    He stopped abruptly, his eyes searching the woods. There was an eerie quiet in the trees, but as Matt sniffed the air, he couldn’t smell anything unusual. He kept an eye scanning the forest as he bent down and picked up several thick logs for the morning fire.
     
    A branch cracked in the distance and Matt felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He straightened up and glared through the brush, but saw nothing. He recognized the way the forest felt; it was the uneasy feeling of a large predator stalking prey nearby. Matt had to wonder if he was the one being stalked this time. But he knew the native black bears didn’t attack people, nor did the coyotes, and there were no wolves that he knew of in the area. He sighed heavily.
     
    “Mountain lion, maybe?” he wondered.
     
    He bent down and grabbed some smaller twigs for kindling and hurried back up toward the cabin.
     
    A sharp, loud crack rang out through the air. Matt grunted as he felt a stinging heat jolt through him. His right arm fell limp, and he looked down to see the blood pouring from his shoulder, drenching his shirt as the wood fell