Shift Out of Luck (Bear Bites Book 1) by Ruby Dixon Read Free Book Online

beneath me like a wild animal, nearly bucking me off with her own physical need for more contact, more pressure, more feeling . It’s as if she’s been on a sexual fast, and her body is trying to make up for all those lost weekends spent alone in front of her television, wishing for someone to take her. Fuck, that’s me.
    I’ve been the one lost and alone. I’ve been pining for her. I’ve spent every spare moment wondering what she feels like, what she tastes like. Now that I’m here, though, I realize none of my weak fantasies could have ever lived up to the real thing.
    She feels like magic—wet and hot and tight around my plunging fingers. She tastes like tart honey, sweet and tangy. I could do this for hours or days or weeks or however long she’d allow me to kneel between her thighs and fuck her with my tongue and fingers.
    The beast inside of me roars with pleasure. It wants out. It wants to feed on her desire, but I beat it back. I can’t lose control now, even though my cock is burrowing a hole in the tent floor.
    Beneath my driving fingers, beneath my voracious mouth, she rocks toward that orgasmic high. Her hands fist in my hair and her thighs quiver as she teeters on the edge.
    “Come, baby. Come for me,” I urge. “Right now.”
    I slap my fingers across her clit and the reaction is immediate. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers and her back bows off the mattress. Her come floods my hand, and I lean forward to lap it all up. I could live off just the honey of her body.
    I want to carry her away and into some dark cave in the forest. I’d forage for berries and fish, and feed her only the food that I found. I’d clothe her in the leaves and kelp of the water, and lay her down on a soft bed of foliage where I’d take her like this with my fingers and tongue again and again until she forgot that there was a world beyond that which I could provide for her.
    I can’t give her up, but as the blood pounds like thunder in my groin, I know I can’t have her either.

7
    Adelaide
    H e stands over me , his face full of need and lust as he gazes down at my sprawled body. I can see the desire in his eyes as they gleam in the darkness, and I squirm with anticipation, my nipples aching.
    He called me ‘baby’. He ripped my panties off me and tongued me. He fucked me with his fingers until I came.
    God, it’s been worth waiting three years for this man. I don’t regret a bit of it.
    My hands slide down my belly and then I rake my nails over my thighs. They’re still spread, and I absently wonder if I should close them. “Come down here, Cole. I want you to make love to me.”
    I guess I should tell him at some point that I’m a virgin. That fingerbang probably did a lot to get rid of the situation, but I still feel like it’s something he should know. I’ll tell him.
    Soon.
    But he only stares down at me. Is he rethinking things? Please don’t let him rethink things.
    To encourage him, I slide my hands up to my shirt. I tug my white undershirt up and reveal my bra. It’s not a sexy bra, but it does have the advantage of snapping in the middle. I undo it with a flick, and my breasts spill out.
    The breath hisses from his throat.
    That got his attention.
    My hands stray to my breasts and I tease my nipples. They ache, and I picture his mouth on them, sucking and licking at them the way he did to my pussy. My breath hitches, and I squeeze my breasts, my thumbs gliding over the tips.
    Cole gives a low groan, and his hand jerks at his belt. Excited, I arch on the air mattress. Now he’s going to lie down on top of me and fuck me silly. I watch with fascination as he rips his belt off and flings it aside, then shoves his jeans down. He’s not wearing underwear, and the jut of his cock as it’s released from its confines is staggering. Wow. He’s a big guy, in all ways.
    His hand goes to his cock and he strokes it. A fascinated gasp escapes me, and I watch as his hand works it over, moving from the base of