Mallory's Bears by Jane Jamison Page B

supported her weight against his as he jerked his jeans open, then shoved them to his ankles. His cock thrust out, ready for action, and pushed against her smooth mons.
    Damn. She’s so wet and hot.
    She’ll be tight, too.
    He shoved his hand against her, ramming it against her slit as his fingers slid deeper into her pussy. Working them back and forth, around and around, he watched her face, using the small changes of her expression to find her sweet spot.
    She tensed when he found it, then closed her eyes. Yet before she could climax, he withdrew his fingers, grabbed her legs, and pounded his cock inside her, his shaft hunting for the tender patch his fingers had found.
    I was right. She’s fucking tight.
    As tight as she was, he felt her clench her pussy walls, pressing against his aching cock even tighter. His balls drew up, and faster than he’d have wanted, yet unable to control it, his orgasm thundered through him.
    “Damn it!”
    She clutched the hair at his neck, then lay back so fast that he almost didn’t catch her. She shoved her thighs against his. The shudders rolled out of him as he dug his fingers into her shoulders and kept her to him. Her hair flowed over her back as she put her face toward the roof of the porch and cried out her torturous delight.
    Like the intended mates they were, they climaxed together, mixing their juices. He slammed into her again, determined to hit the back of her at the zenith of his release. The thin line between pain and pleasure bore into him, pushing him to let her go while clinging to her all the harder. She cried out again, and as she did, Gunner covered her mouth.
    “Easy, baby. We wouldn’t want to wake up Kid.”
    Rick clung to the remnants of his orgasm, his mind spinning as anger hit him. When had he ever come so fast? He’d wanted his first time with his mate to last, but he’d had little control. The intensity of their coming together had set off a sexual bomb that neither of them could have defused.
    “Mine.”
    Rick wanted to protest, but the energy to do so was gone as Gunner, his jeans and boots kicked to the side, tugged her away from him. Gunner carried her to the railing and set her down. Roughly, he pushed her legs apart and thrust his cock inside her. Rick, still struggling to regain his breath, pulled his jeans up, then fell into a chair.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mallory was lost in a sea of sex. When Rick had first grabbed her, she’d been frightened, even terrified. But then the sizzle that had taken over her body and mind since arriving at the ranch had suddenly spiraled toward the heavens. Instinct, nothing like she’d ever experienced, snared her, driving away all the protests her mind shouted. She went from zero to sixty in the space of only a few seconds, her body becoming an instrument meant solely to give and receive pleasure.
    She’d wanted Rick as much as she’d ever wanted anything. When his fingers pierced her, she’d rocketed upward, leaving nothing left but the feel of him inside her. Heat radiated from his body to hers, back again, then centered in her pussy. Without a shred of doubt, she knew she’d waited for him, for them to have her. Nothing, and yet, everything made sense.
    Her heart still pounded in her ears, her pulse racing at light speed even after her megaclimax with Rick. Then when Gunner had stolen her away, the electric energy coursing between Rick and her had shifted, surging toward Gunner.
    She didn’t hesitate to open her legs when he put her on the railing. Her fingernails dug into his arms, even to the point of breaking his skin and bringing forth spots of red.
    Like Rick, Gunner was a master at wielding his weapon of desire. He plunged into her, each time going harder and farther. He was huge, too, spreading her pussy walls until pleasure threatened to change into pain. His mouth found her nipple, his tongue lavishing it only to take it between his teeth and tug on it.
    The wood underneath her buttocks rubbed against