Free Shifters, Inc. The Bear Who Loved Me (A BBW paranormal romance) by Georgette St. Clair

back and forth on the pillows as Heath’s relentless attentions drove her into a spiral of orgasm that seemed to build and build. Just as she thought she couldn’t bear any more, he worked his hands beneath her generous hips and pulled her even closer, burying his face in her clenching pussy as she all but screamed with the power of her release, gasping for breath.
                  As her trembling subsided and she began to drift back to reality, she opened her eyes to see a very smug-looking Heath smirking at her.
                  “Now, foxy lady,” he said in a passionate growl. “What toy shall we play with next”?
                  Tonya grinned. “I know exactly what I want to play with.” She reached down and got a firm grip on his cock, which was hot and rigid, straining against his belly. “This.” She ran a thumb over the tip, which was sticky with pre-cum.
                  Heath groaned and pushed against her hand. “Good choice,” he growled, and ran his fingers into the drenched red curls between her still-parted thighs. “I know just what to do with it, too.”
                  She caught her breath, still sensitive from the thorough tongue-lashing the sexy bear shifter had given her. He slipped two fingers easily inside her, then withdrew them, glistening with her juices. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning with pleasure at the taste of her.
                  Tonya ran her hand from the tip of his dick to the base then back up again, squeezing lightly when she reached the head and making him buck into her hand. He rose up over her, huge and hard and muscled, and she guided him to her tight opening, panting in anticipation of the delicious fullness and friction.
                  For a moment she didn’t know if she could take him all. His penis was long and thick to suit the sheer size of the man. But then, with a snaking motion of his hips, he eased a little way farther inside her. A rush of wetness allowed him to slip still more intimately into her pulsing sheath, and she let out a contented moan as he sank inside her to the hilt.
                  He was still for a moment, and then he began to move, slowly at first but increasing his pace as she wrapped her legs around him and dug her fingernails into the broad expanse of his powerful back, urging him on.
                  He thrust relentlessly inside her and she ran her hands down to feel the muscular flex of his buttocks as he pumped. Each push of his cock inside her was a sweet agony, sensation building on sensation until she felt as if she were on the edge of a vast chasm of mindless bliss. She cried out as her orgasm rose inside her, rendering her blind, deaf and incoherent, oblivious to everything except the man above her, inside her. His strength. The heat of his skin. His wild, feral groans and gasps as he thrust still faster and more desperately, spilling himself into her with a shout of primal triumph that had her tumbling over the edge once more.
                  He half-collapsed on top of her, catching himself on his elbows so he didn’t crush her, and she fought to catch her breath, heart pounding in time with his, their breath mingling, their bodies joined.

Chapter Eight
                  Heath yawned, took another sip of the coffee that had just been brought to their room by a uniformed cabin steward, and concentrated intently on the scene playing out on the laptop.
                  “What are you watching?” Tonya called as she walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.
                  Heath started, closing his laptop quickly.
                  “Are you watching porn?” she asked, walking over to him. She smelled fresh and clean, and her shampooed hair smelled like a luscious bowl of fruit.
                  “What makes you think that?” he asked