Free Hagen, Lynn - Tater's Bear [Brac Pack 22] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page A

everything he had gathered, this was it, the ultimate commitment. Before he could change his mind, he nodded.
    He had to learn to take the plunge sometime, and Olsen seemed like the right person to do that for.
    Olsen swooped down on him, settling between Tater’s legs in the blink of an eye. Tater grabbed the sheets once again as Olsen lifted his legs, pushing them back to his chest. “Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”
    Tater licked his dry lips, his throat refusing to work. He bit his bottom lip as he grabbed his legs and pulled them further back to his chest. Olsen’s nostrils flared as his eyes hooded. Tater bit his bottom lip hard as Olsen entered him.
    “Time out,” he called as he tried to breathe through the pain. How the hell did anyone get fucked in the ass? The shit hurt.
    Olsen stayed completely still as Tater exhaled slowly, the pain easing. “Okay.”
    The bear pushed a little further, as if testing to see if Tater would call another time-out. Tater pushed out as Olsen pushed in, the action helping…somewhat.
    “How you doing down there?”
    Tater chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “I’m fine. It’s just weird.”
    Olsen laughed as he shoved his cock to the hilt.
    “Bastard!” Tater shouted as he gritted his teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. “If you ever do that again, I’m going to smack you.”
    Olsen grinned as he fell to his arms, his nose and inch from Tater’s. “On my ass, I hope.”
    “Kinky bastard,” Tater teased as Olsen began to move. The pain morphed into a pleasure Tater never knew existed as Olsen snapped his hips. “Oh god,” he moaned.
    “I knew you’d like it,” Olsen said before claiming Tater’s lips. He kissed him with an untapped passion as Tater wrapped his legs around Olsen’s waist. Hell, he’d bottom any time if it felt this fucking good.
    Tater gasped as Olsen pulled back from the kiss and pulled his cock out of Tater’s ass. “What the hell?”
    “On your hands and knees, Tater,” Olsen commanded.
    Tater shivered as he rolled over. The commanding voice was such a turn-on. He spread his legs apart as Olsen entered him from behind. Tater rolled his head on his shoulders as Olsen pounded into him, the sound of skin clapping ringing off the walls.
    He couldn’t take it. Tater tried to climb up the bed as the sensations threatened to drown him.
    “Where you going, love? Get back here.” Olsen grabbed Tater’s hips, yanking him back as his cock drove deeper into Tater’s ass. Tater’s shoulders hit the mattress as he cried out. His body felt like it was going to explode.
    “Do you feel it, love? Do you feel us bonding?” Olsen asked as he fucked Tater harder, deeper, and faster.
    He felt something. It was like Olsen was inside of him, buried deep. Tater’s head fell back as he shouted when Olsen’s teeth sank into his skin. His cock erupted, sending his seed splashing toward the sheets. Tater clawed at the bed as Olsen held him in place, his teeth embedded into Tater.
    A growl ripped through the air as Olsen snapped his hips at lightning speed. Tater didn’t think he was going to survive. Olsen’s teeth pulled free as a loud roar filled the room, hot spurts of cum filling his ass.
    Tater was surprised the windows didn’t shatter as the sound grew louder, Olsen fucking him so hard that Tater knew he’d feel it for a month. Tater swore he felt Olsen’s cock grow larger. He had to be lost in the moment. There was no way Olsen’s shaft was growing.
    “Tater,” Olsen gasped as his movements began to slow. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you, baby.” His voice sounded worried as Olsen literally wrapped his body around Tater’s, almost like a protective cocoon.
    Tater rested his head on the pillow as he felt Olsen’s heart beat out of control on his back. “No, you didn’t.”
    But he was going to be walking funny for a while.
    Olsen kissed the back of Tater’s neck as he moved over, spooning behind him, his cock still buried