Bearly Begun (BBW/Bearshifter Romance) (Bachelor Bears of Yakima Ridge Book 1) by Isadora Montrose Page A
Authors: Isadora Montrose
Tags: General Fiction
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know,” said Erin. Arm-wrestled!
“Did he tell you he’s the captain?” asked Asher.
Erin shook her head.
“Well, he is,” said Asher. “Me and Frank Crawford both are filling in for him while he’s here in Portland. Takes the two of us to fill his shoes, ma’am.”
Erin was bemused and charmed by these two enormous men who clearly hero worshipped their cousin. It was plain they had set themselves to assure her that her suitor was neither a coward nor a shirker. Neither of which had occurred to her as potential flaws in hardworking, manly Lenny.
But it showed that Yakima Ridge was operating under a code where a man unwilling to serve his country was a man unworthy of a woman. Was this a world where she would feel at home?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lenny’s midnight seductress was sitting with her buttocks facing his chin, her hair falling over his crotch while she explored his package with nosy, probing fingers. She pulled gently at the hair covering his balls and cupped them in her warm hands while he groaned like timber cracking open. He tried to raise his arms so his hands could lift her lush bottom and play too, but his limbs were rigid with desire and powerless to move.
A soft giggle punctuated the darkness as his dear one moved her hands to the stiff flag pole she was teasing with her fall of curling hair. Len could feel his love rod moving like a living thing as she fondled it. His groans grew louder. His taunting paramour seemed to enjoy them because she chuckled and bent her head to take his organ deep into her mouth.
Her hands ran up and down his rock hard thighs as if making sure he was wound up tight enough. “I am,” he thought desperately. “Now please, my darling,” he pleaded silently.
Only the great, deep groans of a mating bear resounded in the room. His beloved’s soft palms cupped his balls and fingers circled the base of his shaft and pressed and released again and again. He felt spasms of pleasure as the suction of that soft warm mouth matched the rhythm of the pulsing fingers.
His succubus seemed intent only on her own pleasure, for after a last lingering kiss on the sensitized cap, she rocked forward and rose up. Her fingers abandoned his cock and he moaned as his package protested being left in agony. A soft laugh. Then the softness of her mouth was replaced by the snug slipperiness of a dripping sheath. She sat down until her buttocks were massaging his belly and then rose, almost leaving his cock altogether.
He needed to grasp those inconsiderate hips, to force them to a pace and depth that pleased him, but he could not. His nocturnal mistress had other ideas, and she drew out her long and tortuous ride. She adjusted herself so that he could feel her bud being rubbed by his cock, even as her passage and swollen labia held him in a rippling grip.
He was sweating and his guttural moans were hoarse. Silently he pleaded with his sweet, unpracticed seductress. But she was deaf to all but her own pleasure and it was long minutes before she was ready to ascend to her own peak. Her shriek of pleasure and the fierce contraction of her vagina and buttocks transported his over-excited love stick into a frenzy of ejaculation. He bellowed his release and then lay spent and too tender to be touched. His tormentor giggled and rose up. A cruel hand patted his curled up manhood and tickled his damp thicket.
Soft lips brushed his and he heard his sweetheart’s laugh. His eyes popped open and he was lying on his mattress with the sheets in a sweaty tangle and his package feeling as sore as if he had been sticking it in Uncle Pierre’s wringer. His little Erin was clasped in one fist and he set it down carefully with fresh respect for the Benoit magic.
He was too damned old for such carryings on. He needed to be married up with his mate lying snug in bed beside him every night.
* * *
Len’s bedroom door opened and Cord peeped in. Lenny had tossed his soaking blanket aside, but he
“Did he tell you he’s the captain?” asked Asher.
Erin shook her head.
“Well, he is,” said Asher. “Me and Frank Crawford both are filling in for him while he’s here in Portland. Takes the two of us to fill his shoes, ma’am.”
Erin was bemused and charmed by these two enormous men who clearly hero worshipped their cousin. It was plain they had set themselves to assure her that her suitor was neither a coward nor a shirker. Neither of which had occurred to her as potential flaws in hardworking, manly Lenny.
But it showed that Yakima Ridge was operating under a code where a man unwilling to serve his country was a man unworthy of a woman. Was this a world where she would feel at home?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lenny’s midnight seductress was sitting with her buttocks facing his chin, her hair falling over his crotch while she explored his package with nosy, probing fingers. She pulled gently at the hair covering his balls and cupped them in her warm hands while he groaned like timber cracking open. He tried to raise his arms so his hands could lift her lush bottom and play too, but his limbs were rigid with desire and powerless to move.
A soft giggle punctuated the darkness as his dear one moved her hands to the stiff flag pole she was teasing with her fall of curling hair. Len could feel his love rod moving like a living thing as she fondled it. His groans grew louder. His taunting paramour seemed to enjoy them because she chuckled and bent her head to take his organ deep into her mouth.
Her hands ran up and down his rock hard thighs as if making sure he was wound up tight enough. “I am,” he thought desperately. “Now please, my darling,” he pleaded silently.
Only the great, deep groans of a mating bear resounded in the room. His beloved’s soft palms cupped his balls and fingers circled the base of his shaft and pressed and released again and again. He felt spasms of pleasure as the suction of that soft warm mouth matched the rhythm of the pulsing fingers.
His succubus seemed intent only on her own pleasure, for after a last lingering kiss on the sensitized cap, she rocked forward and rose up. Her fingers abandoned his cock and he moaned as his package protested being left in agony. A soft laugh. Then the softness of her mouth was replaced by the snug slipperiness of a dripping sheath. She sat down until her buttocks were massaging his belly and then rose, almost leaving his cock altogether.
He needed to grasp those inconsiderate hips, to force them to a pace and depth that pleased him, but he could not. His nocturnal mistress had other ideas, and she drew out her long and tortuous ride. She adjusted herself so that he could feel her bud being rubbed by his cock, even as her passage and swollen labia held him in a rippling grip.
He was sweating and his guttural moans were hoarse. Silently he pleaded with his sweet, unpracticed seductress. But she was deaf to all but her own pleasure and it was long minutes before she was ready to ascend to her own peak. Her shriek of pleasure and the fierce contraction of her vagina and buttocks transported his over-excited love stick into a frenzy of ejaculation. He bellowed his release and then lay spent and too tender to be touched. His tormentor giggled and rose up. A cruel hand patted his curled up manhood and tickled his damp thicket.
Soft lips brushed his and he heard his sweetheart’s laugh. His eyes popped open and he was lying on his mattress with the sheets in a sweaty tangle and his package feeling as sore as if he had been sticking it in Uncle Pierre’s wringer. His little Erin was clasped in one fist and he set it down carefully with fresh respect for the Benoit magic.
He was too damned old for such carryings on. He needed to be married up with his mate lying snug in bed beside him every night.
* * *
Len’s bedroom door opened and Cord peeped in. Lenny had tossed his soaking blanket aside, but he
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