Hollywood Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance Read Online Free PDF

she rubbed her face in it, dragging her own hair over his nipples.
    Then she nipped his hardened nubs, holding them between her teeth as she flicked them with her tongue.
    “Oh, God, woman, I don’t know how much longer I can take this . . .” he muttered.
    “Well, you’re going to have to,” she said.
    When the table creaked warningly, she smothered a laugh and hopped off to lean in between his legs. She cupped her hand over the hard bulge in his jeans, eliciting a hiss from him. Oh, yes, this torture was going to be fun—and she would get to look her fill while she was at it.
    Slowly, slowly she undid the zipper on his jeans until his cock sprang free. It was everything she had expected—better. Enormous. A magnificent cock, worthy of a Russian Bear, and right now it was all hers to play with.
    She took hold of his shaft, delighting in the way it pulsed under her fingers. The skin was ribbon-silky, the muscle harder than steel. A gleam of pre-cum glistened at the tip; she tasted it lingeringly before taking his huge head into her mouth. He hissed again, his cock jumping as she played with tongue and teeth, catching and laving every ridge and curve.
    He muttered,  “Shelley . . .”
    “But I haven’t even gotten started,” she said, reaching inside his jeans to cup his balls.
    “Dammit!” he growled. “I want inside of you. Now.”
    “We can do that.” She laughed, and sprang to the trunk to get out one of the condoms.
    “I don’t think . . .” he began.
    “Quiet. I’m going to put it on you,” she said, and ripped open the package.
    She stroked his cock again before opening the plastic. Then she discovered what he’d been about to say when the condom stretched. When she tried to tug it down, spang! It shot away across the room.
    She whooped with laughter as he sat up on his elbows.
    “That’s what I was going to tell you,” he said through gritted teeth. “Didn’t think to bring any.”
    “I’m on the pill,” she said.
    “And I’m 100% disease free.” He rolled off the table, glancing doubtfully at the rough legs. “This thing is not going to take two of us, especially if we get going.”
    She peered at him through the sweaty tangles of her hair, wanting him to get things going right now .
    “Come here,” he said.
    She laughed, fever hot with anticipation. He pulled her against him and kissed her thoroughly again, heating her up to mindless desire as his hands stroked her all over. He kept coming back to her breasts, rubbing and caressing them.
    She moaned; she couldn’t get enough of his touch. He hooked his thumbs on either side of her thong and slipped it down. She kicked free. The cool air heightened her awareness of her hot secret places as he turned her around and bent her over the table.
    She balanced on her forearms. He nudged her knees wide. She arched her back as his cock brushed against her opening, up to her clit, then back to her opening, wet and ready. Oh, he was huge. She arched her back further as he began to slide in. Heat radiated through her—he felt fantastic inside her, but he moved with teasing, maddening deliberation.
    “Come on,” she moaned. “I want you inside me. . . now.”
    With one thrust he rammed himself to the hilt. Pleasure spiked through her; he filled her completely, his skin rubbing just enough friction against hers to sent jets of heat sheeting through her. She moved her hips slowly as his hands caressed up her back and over her shoulders. Then he slid his hands under her to cup her breasts.
    “Oh yes,” she breathed. “Right there.”
    The heat began to build as he commenced with slow, deep thrusts. Her breathing matched his as she arched her hips further to invite him deeper, deeper . . .  Then the heat boiled up like fiery lava in the world’s most powerful volcano as the thrusts sped up.
    His breathing harshened; she felt herself cresting and held her breath. When she sensed his crescendo she locked her strong inner muscles hard on his