Her Bah Humbug Bear (A BBW Paranormal Holiday Romance) by Marie Mason Page B

long, hungry lick of his tongue against her center. He tasted her from the small, puckered hole of her bottom, to the throbbing bud of her clit.
    Again and again, he licked her until she was pushing against his mouth. Raw desire coursed through her. She felt as if she was drowning, drowning in sensation, wonder, passion. Love.
    As her passion swelled so did her heart.
    Dirk buried his face between Mercy’s legs and inhaled the sweet, sweet fragrance of her arousal. Tasting her body’s sweet nectar. The juices coating her pussy was honey nectar to him and his bear. He licked her pussy, memorizing her taste, savoring her surrender to his touch. Mercy instinctively reacted, her body curving up, reaching to meet him. He plunged his tongue inside her, making her shudder. He continued to eat her, his bear rising to the surface as he did. He felt his body wanting to change. His fangs wanting to drop and claim her.
    No, no.
    He needed to make her come, so he could take her. He closed in on her clit, sucking the tight little bud inside his mouth. As he did, he slid a finger inside the moist cavern of her body, fucking her with his finger.
    Her moans of pleasure were muffled as if she were trying to stifle them. He imagined her hand in her mouth. Which was immediately replaced with an image of his cock in her mouth. His bear growled in approval. Next, time bro. Next time.
    He continued to ravish her with his mouth, sucking and licking, knowing it was just a matter of time before…
    Oh, yeah, that was it. He thrust another finger inside her as the walls of her pussy clenched around his finger. She was almost… there…
    Biting down on her clit as he curled his finger inside her, he was rewarded with her lusty cry and the taste of her release flowing over his tongue and down his throat. He licked and sucked, savoring her essence.
    Slowly, he pulled away, his body crawling over hers. He latched onto her mouth, sharing the taste of her sex. Unafraid, her tongue met his. “Mercy,” he whispered. “I need you now.”
    His hand closed around his cock as he raised his eyes to meet hers. He knew the usual gray depths were glittering with gold, a sure sign his bear was near the surface. He latched on to the animal, corralling it so it couldn’t take control.
    “I’m sure,” Mercy whispered, and his mouth crooked into a small grin as she answered his unspoken questions. She had come to know him so well in such a short amount of time.
    He rubbed the length along her wet slit before settling against the entrance to her body. Her hot, wet, entrance. He pushed forward, holding himself above her, the mat of hair on his chest sliding along the hardened tips of her breasts. She moaned and lifted herself into him.
    When Dirk slipped his hand beneath her, lifting her, positioning her, Mercy could feel every beat of their hearts as he slid his cock into her waiting depths. Heaven help her he was big. “Easy, babe.” He tilted her pelvis as he pushed his hips forward, easing more of his hot length inside her. Fullness. Pleasure. A bite of pain. She panted, as he took her, giving her every inch of his cock.
    “That’s a good girl,” he growled. His movements were slow at first as if he were trying to build a raging fire. If she could have breathed, she would have told him there was no need for that. She already burned out of control for him.
    Sooner than she wanted to, Mercy felt the sensation in her body that told her she was about to find that mind-boggling pleasure again. Only this time she knew it would be ten-fold with him inside her. She gripped his shoulders, almost afraid to allow it to happen.
    “Dirk, help me.” She pleaded against his throat, a brief vision of her biting into his flesh filling her mind.
    He grunted in response to her plea and for a moment she didn’t think he was going to do anything else. Then, he was changing the angle of his thrusts, the depths, as he plowed into her, hard, and fast. “Do it, Mercy,” his