Blind Date With A Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) by Marie Mason Page A

freaking mind. Next, she ran her hands beneath his shirt, discovering the flat planes of his belly, the rock hard muscles of his pecs. And the sensitive skin of his nipples. He groaned when she flicked them with her thumbs.
    “Fuck, baby. Your hands should be illegal.”
    Her mouth curved into another wicked grin and suddenly he was impatient for the feel of those soft, pouty lips on his cock. He might have known his little temptress would torture him.
    She tugged at his jeans. He helped her, lifting his hips so she could jerk down the denim fabric. For several moments, she simply stared down at him. He had to say the feeling of his mate’s eyes on his body was heady. His hardened shaft twitched, waiting for the first touch of her hands without anything separating them. And mouth. How he wanted the feel of that soft, wet mouth.
    Paige licked her lips as she watched Quinn’s cock grow. Her pussy still tingled from his touch and she wanted to taste him. Give him the same incredible pleasure he’d given to her. She’d pushed his t-shirt up. The hair on his chest was about two shades darker than that on his head. The hair at his groin was darker still, and thick. Paige looked at him in fascination and awe. Seeing him half-dressed was so erotic, so…so downright dirty. Her body shuddered with renewed excitement. His cock rose thick and long, a drop of fluid at the end signaling he was just as excited.
    She took him in her hand. As she’d thought, her fingers didn’t meet around his girth. She’d never really understood the phrase velvet over steel before, but she did now. The flesh of his penis was soft and smooth, sliding over a rigid core. He was hot against the skin of her palm. She tightened her grip and pumped up and down his slowly. More pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock. She needed to taste him.
    When Paige bent her head, Quinn tensed, waiting for the first feel of her lips. Her hand encircled his flesh, pumping up and down, wrenching deep groans of pleasure from his very soul. His mate was here, touching him, pleasuring him. He pushed the fall of her hair away from her face so he could see her expression as she sucked.
    Her lips parted and he watched the head of his cock disappear into her mouth. He thought he might burst from the sight. His fingers tightened in the fullness of her hair. His damn hands were shaking as he pushed her head down a little roughly, urging her to take more. “More, baby. Take as much of me as you can.”
    She looked up at him from beneath her thick lashes. A n age old, womanly wisdom shone from the bright green depths of her eyes. They both knew who was in charge. Who held the real power. Her mouth opened wide and he disappeared down her throat. A sound of pleasure and pain exploded from his chest. Pleasure that she was touching him, tasting him. Pain from withholding his release as he tried to extend the pleasure.
    “Suck,” his bear commanded, the animal now in the control. He arched his hips , forcing himself deeper inside her mouth.
    Paige compressed her lips around his burgeoning cock, making a seal. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking as hard as she could. Pressing one hand against his denim-clad thigh, she balanced herself as she took him. Her inexperience made her clumsy, but he didn’t seem to mind.
    “Harder,” he grunted out more commands, his hand holding her head in place. And she loved the feeling of dominance. And the control she wielded. To prove it, she slowed her movements, letting him slip from her mouth. She grinned at him and he growled. A growl that changed to a long, needy howl when her tongue came out and licked across the slit of his dick. Fluid seeped from it. She did it again, pressing the rough pad of her tongue against the opening as she licked across it. Again and again she licked him as he had her pussy, pressing harder and harder against the tiny opening. He cursed, long and rough and lurid.
    His fingers tightened in her hair