Puck Bear Brides: Complete Series (BBW Werebear Paranormal Sport Romance Boxed Set) by Anya Nowlan
Authors: Anya Nowlan
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to buck forward a little and then sink lower again. He filled her beautifully, girthy and long and utterly delicious as he was. When she could finally sit up on him, gasping for air because of how full she felt, he was practically vibrating underneath her.
“Is this what you want?” she asked with a delicately arched brow, grinding on him with the tiniest of movements, teasing and tormenting.
“Yessss,” he hissed, slipping his hands lower on her thighs to clutch them as she rolled her body forward a little again.
“Are you sure?” she asked, a tiny giggle in her voice.
It was then that she knew that she couldn’t toy with him for too long. Too many years had passed and they both wanted it far too much. While he’d given her a small bit of relief, the man she loved and wanted watched her with burning eyes, still teetering on that edge that she’d been allowed over.
Cannon shot up to sit, grabbing her by the back of her head and kissing her deeply as he lifted her by the hip slightly. Pulling back with a rumbling snarl as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, he plowed upward into her so hard and deep that she thought she’d lose her capability to breathe completely.
All she could do was hold on. Her arms went around his neck as he pumped into her, soon rolling them both over and flipping her down so he was on top of her, each stroke filling her completely before he would pull out almost all the way. Kimberley could faintly tell that she was screaming again, clutching the sheets and him with her pussy clenching around him, milking him, wanting all he had.
His motions turned jagged after a time that seemed like an eternity and yet not nearly enough; the desire she’d managed to ignore for him for years was now back in full flame. Her eyes fluttered open just as she exploded under his touch again, pleasure thrumming through her at the very same moment that he came, Cannon finishing with a roar .
Kimberley whimpered as she felt him empty into her, his seed white and thick and he collapsed on top of her, hovering on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her underneath his massive body. She squirmed around his cock, riding her own wave of pleasure until she was completely spent, a wheezing, wet, sweaty mess.
She wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Cannon pulled out slowly, gingerly, and by the time he’d lowered himself to the sheets beside her, one strong arm had immediately scooped her closer to him. She laughed as he dotted kisses on the back of her neck, nuzzling her from behind and that rasp of his beard now scratching slightly against the delicate skin.
“So, this is the bedroom,” he said, his voice warm and bemused.
“I figured that much.”
“I thought I should show it to you from several angles.”
She put one hand on top of his, their fingers lacing. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d be kicking herself for all of this in the morning, but right now? It felt fucking amazing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cannon
Morning came too soon as far as Cannon was concerned. He would have been completely at ease if the night had just stretched on and on without an end in sight, his arms around Kimberley and her soft lips on his. But dawn broke eventually and even the baddest hockey bad boys needed their slumber, so sometime after the third round, Cannon had dozed off, with Kimberley tight in his arms.
He was intent on not letting her sneak off anywhere without him knowing in advance.
The werebear was woken up with a start as Kimberley wriggled from his grasp, lunging for her phone that was buzzing somewhere in the mass of clothes down on the floor. He got one good look at her scrumptious bare ass before she threw on his shirt, which looked infinitely better on her than it ever did on him even if it hid her body from his sleepy gaze.
“What’s going on?” he mumbled, hiking himself up on one elbow as Kimberley hushed him with an idle hand wave and a much more pointed balled-up pair of jeans flying in
“Is this what you want?” she asked with a delicately arched brow, grinding on him with the tiniest of movements, teasing and tormenting.
“Yessss,” he hissed, slipping his hands lower on her thighs to clutch them as she rolled her body forward a little again.
“Are you sure?” she asked, a tiny giggle in her voice.
It was then that she knew that she couldn’t toy with him for too long. Too many years had passed and they both wanted it far too much. While he’d given her a small bit of relief, the man she loved and wanted watched her with burning eyes, still teetering on that edge that she’d been allowed over.
Cannon shot up to sit, grabbing her by the back of her head and kissing her deeply as he lifted her by the hip slightly. Pulling back with a rumbling snarl as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, he plowed upward into her so hard and deep that she thought she’d lose her capability to breathe completely.
All she could do was hold on. Her arms went around his neck as he pumped into her, soon rolling them both over and flipping her down so he was on top of her, each stroke filling her completely before he would pull out almost all the way. Kimberley could faintly tell that she was screaming again, clutching the sheets and him with her pussy clenching around him, milking him, wanting all he had.
His motions turned jagged after a time that seemed like an eternity and yet not nearly enough; the desire she’d managed to ignore for him for years was now back in full flame. Her eyes fluttered open just as she exploded under his touch again, pleasure thrumming through her at the very same moment that he came, Cannon finishing with a roar .
Kimberley whimpered as she felt him empty into her, his seed white and thick and he collapsed on top of her, hovering on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her underneath his massive body. She squirmed around his cock, riding her own wave of pleasure until she was completely spent, a wheezing, wet, sweaty mess.
She wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Cannon pulled out slowly, gingerly, and by the time he’d lowered himself to the sheets beside her, one strong arm had immediately scooped her closer to him. She laughed as he dotted kisses on the back of her neck, nuzzling her from behind and that rasp of his beard now scratching slightly against the delicate skin.
“So, this is the bedroom,” he said, his voice warm and bemused.
“I figured that much.”
“I thought I should show it to you from several angles.”
She put one hand on top of his, their fingers lacing. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d be kicking herself for all of this in the morning, but right now? It felt fucking amazing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cannon
Morning came too soon as far as Cannon was concerned. He would have been completely at ease if the night had just stretched on and on without an end in sight, his arms around Kimberley and her soft lips on his. But dawn broke eventually and even the baddest hockey bad boys needed their slumber, so sometime after the third round, Cannon had dozed off, with Kimberley tight in his arms.
He was intent on not letting her sneak off anywhere without him knowing in advance.
The werebear was woken up with a start as Kimberley wriggled from his grasp, lunging for her phone that was buzzing somewhere in the mass of clothes down on the floor. He got one good look at her scrumptious bare ass before she threw on his shirt, which looked infinitely better on her than it ever did on him even if it hid her body from his sleepy gaze.
“What’s going on?” he mumbled, hiking himself up on one elbow as Kimberley hushed him with an idle hand wave and a much more pointed balled-up pair of jeans flying in
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