Billion Dollar Bear: BBW Paranormal Billionaire Romance (Bad Boy Alphas) by Catherine Vale

tightly. His cock swelled beneath her, pressing
against her hipbone, and a sparking a rush of excitement coursed through her
veins as she tangled her fingers in his silky hair.
          “You might
be able to fake a moan here or there,” he growled into her ear, sliding a hand
up her skirt. “But there’s no way you will ever have to fake an orgasm with me.
Besides, I know how hot I make you…I can smell the desire on you.” He slipped
two fingers inside her, and she moaned aloud – she hadn’t had any panties
to change into, so she was fully exposed to his touch.
          Jericho
hissed at the feel of her hot, wet pussy clenching around his fingers. “You’re
so damn tight.” He leaned over and lowered his lips to her neck, kissing her
possessively, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. “Come to bed with me,”
he demanded, drawing her onto his lap. “I need you.”
          Becca
clung to Jericho as he carried her into her bedroom. He set her down on the
bed, and she nuzzled into the white downy comforter. Her bedroom bore little
resemblance to the splendor of his hotel suite, with its simple muted colors
and bare bones furniture. The room was covered with knick-knacks and
memorabilia collected from her tourism adventures. But Jericho didn’t seem to
care at all or even notice; he simply pulled off her dress, then tore off his own
clothes, and joined her on the bed, his eyes dancing with the flames of desire,
and she shivered at the look of the raw hunger that sprawled across his
chiseled face knowing exactly what he was about to do to her.
          “On your
hands and knees for me,” he ordered gruffly, teeth biting down on his bottom
lip as though it would help curb the intense need he felt to be inside of her.
“I want to take you from behind…I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours.”
          She did as
he asked, crouching in front of the window, which was separated by a gauzy
white curtain so she could still see outside while being afforded some privacy.
The twinkling lights of Paris blurred in front of her eyes as he spread her
legs. She felt him shift down and suddenly his hot, wet tongue was licking her pussy,
his mouth suckling at her clit, making her wetter than she’d ever been. She let
out a loud moan before burying her face in the pillow.  He was relentless
in his skillful ability to make her come so quickly, and within minutes she
found her clit buzzing with the excitement that was soon to be followed by an
intense orgasm…a real orgasm, one that would leave her stunned and breathless
as she fisted her hands in the sheets, tangled up in a web of blankets, and
pleasure.
          Jericho knew
what he was doing. He deliberately waited until she was on the verge of exploding
before pulling back up to his knees and fiercely pushing deep into her pussy,
filling every inch of her with his gloriously hard cock. She was any man’s wet
dream, her round and cream-colored ass mounted high in the air as he fucked her
hard, claiming her once again, making her his. She cried out his name, her need
for him coming out in broken words, her mind buzzing with delirious pleasure,
unable to focus on anything but the wicked fire that ripped through her body,
letting her know that this man was one that she would never forget…and that she
would always long for.
    Jericho growled his desire with every
thrust of his hips, his hands squeezing her ass, gripping her tightly, their
movement in perfect rhythm, moving together in a deliciously wicked dance that
connected them in a way neither had ever felt before.
    Her curls spilled over her back,
contrasting wonderfully against her pale skin, and he grabbed a handful of it
into his fist and tugged, pulling her back more firmly against him. She came
suddenly, crying out his name as she shuddered wildly beneath him, her
throbbing pussy spurring him on. He released her hair so he could grip her hips
harder, pushing himself into her as far as he