Free Bearly Mated (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Juliette Lucas Page B

old man.”
    “My husband looks no older than thirty.”
    “Then pleasure him appropriately because you are killing him with that luscious body of yours.” Patrick ran a hand over her back to her ass. He traced across the curve of her rear and angled toward her center. While she arched her back, he sank two fingers into her wet pussy, and she moaned. He gently pushed in and out of her at a steady pace, and all she could do was hang onto his shoulders, gasping in ecstasy.
    “Y-you say that,” she murmured into his chest, “but… ah, yes, Patrick!”
    He leaned down to press his mouth to her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you right here?”
    “Yes, damn it.”
    “Even when we’re not alone?”
    She blinked up at him, and slowly she became aware that he was right. At the back of her mind, she knew someone else had been following them all along. The shifter in the trees, waiting and watching in silence. She knew who it was too.
    “He’s a voyeur,” she said, amused. Lizzie had changed, she admitted to herself when she told Patrick, “Let him watch if he wants. All I care about is wrapping my legs around you.”
    “Why do you temp me so much, Lizzie? I don’t know if I should eat between those creamy thighs or grind my cock into you.”
    She glanced at herself. He was right. She was looking particularly “creamy” in the low illumination from the sky and off the water. She guessed shifting hadn’t changed everything. Lizzie turned back to Patrick and tugged on his shoulders. “Forget the poetry, lover. Fuck me hard before I lose my mind. It’s been ages since we were together.”
    “Much too long,” he agreed.
    Patrick gripped her waist and raised her up. When he brought her down on his cock, his feet set apart and knees slightly bent, she howled in delight more like a wolf than a bear. His cock spread her pussy lips wide and sank into her heat. The feeling was so intense and good she didn’t question his ability to take her weight. She rode him, arching her hips forward and forcing his cock to plunge deeper. Another arch made him slip out as far as the head, and she drove forward to bring their come-slickened bodies together again.
    “Mm, she takes what she wants,” he whispered with a smug grin.
    “Yes, you’re all mine, and the best part is I know it.” Lizzie licked his lip and jerked on his lap. Patrick hissed between his teeth. He repositioned his hands on her waist and began grinding into her pussy. Her screams lit the air as an orgasm built stronger and stronger. She dug fingernails into Patrick’s back and bounced on his cock while her breasts jiggled. Their skin gave a satisfying slap each time they met, and she smelled the raw musk of their mating in a way she never knew was possible—the way one would smell it if one walked into a closed room after the occupants had fucked. The juicy sounds of Patrick’s cock pummeling her tight pussy, the scent of their come mingling, being watched, and their joint growls sent her over the top. She came hard, loud, and shaking violently. Seconds after, Patrick reached his release and spilled his yummy come inside her box. His satiated grunts as he did so made her happy and brought calm where she had been in turmoil for weeks.
    After two more rough rounds where Patrick changed their positions, including one where she bounced on his lap facing away from him, their lust eased enough for a rest. Lizzie climbed down from her mate and stretched her hands over her head, mewling like a kitten.
    “I assume from that sound, you’re content?” Patrick asked.
    Lizzie grinned at him. “For now.” She faced him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can feel it now, Patrick. My body doesn’t stay sore. The ache is going away.”
    “It will get faster as time goes on. We can do…a lot of interesting things.”
    Lizzie blinked at him, speculating. Excitement brewed inside her at the prospects. “I should have done this a while ago.”
    He kissed her lips.