by Moxie North
“Oh, fuck me – baby, that is so good,” he moaned. Tanner felt like a teenager getting his first BJ. It was taking all of his control not to come in her sweet hot mouth. If this was just her mouth, he’d never last in her pussy. She was perfect. Her hands and her mouth set a pace that was exactly perfect. Just enough, but not so much he’d come like a kid looking at a lingerie catalog.
Brooke moaned around him. He was so tasty, so soft and hard; she loved hearing him moan for her. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to have him long, so she made good use of her time. Grazing her teeth over the tip of him, she almost laughed at his hiss. She knew she didn’t hurt him because he bucked his cock deeper into her mouth.
Knowing her time was almost up, she slid her tongue into the tip of his cock, pressing open the slit on the end. The thrust of Tanner’s hips almost knocked her off of him.
“Enough,” he growled, rolling her onto her back.
“Come on, Sheriff. I barely got started.” She pouted up at him, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge she’d brought him right to the edge.
“You can suck me again after I fuck you,” he said, reaching for the hem of her tank top. He pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.
“Dirty,” she moaned. Brooke took in his eyes as he stared at her breasts. They were big and full, and she loved sticking them in low cut tops when she went out. It was the only time she wasn’t dressed professionally, and yes she totally did it for the attention. It was nice to have your assets recognized and appreciated sometimes.
“Hmm, brown, just like I thought. Beautiful.” He stared at her nipples. They were hard peaks, and his mouth watered looking at them. Bringing his hands up so he could cup both of them, he gave them a massage, rolling them in his palms.
Brooke couldn’t think of anything witty to say; she was too busy trying to not arch her back to grind his hands into her harder. She liked to have her breasts touched. She liked it even better when they were sucked.
“Tanner,” she gasped.
She looked up to see a wicked, wolfish grin on his face. She could see the yellow tinge getting brighter in his eyes. There was something twisted about knowing the bear was seeing her too. It was oddly hot.
Keeping his eyes on hers, just like she’d done to him, he leaned over and closed his mouth over one hard nipple.
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This time, Brooke couldn’t keep her back on the bed. She arched upward, trying to get closer to Tanner. He covered her nipple, sucking hard. She felt a gush of arousal soak her panties and heard Tanner moan. She realized that he could probably smell her with his extra abilities.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open as Tanner switched between her breasts, sucking and kissing both in turn. She rolled her hips under him, looking for any kind of friction to ease the ache building inside her. Tanner was taking his time, though. She had never had anyone spend so much time just ramping her up. It was frustratingly fantastic.
Tanner finally moved down from her breasts to kiss over her ribs, nibbling at the ridges there. He spread his hands over her rounded belly and bit the flesh near her belly button.
“Oh, you are in so much trouble,” she moaned. She was going to have to get him back for this; she just wasn’t sure how.
“I’m not the one in trouble, Brooke.” He took the band of her shorts in his mouth and pulled it up, letting it snap back against her stomach.
She tried glaring at him, but doubted her expression relayed what she was really feeling. She was afraid to look away from him. He was so close to where she wanted his mouth. She knew it and – damn him – he knew it.
Tanner was in a sexual fog like he’d never experienced before. Every touch of his mate, every taste, and lick was like the first time. Everything in his past was already faded to gray as he got to have his mate for the first time. She was sweet and sexy, and she responded to his touch like she was made for him. She was. He wanted to bring her to pleasure over and over again, making her crave him like an addict.
Grabbing the sides of her shorts, he pulled them down her legs, taking her pink panties with them. He flung the clothes away and starting at her ankles he ran his hands up her legs, over her knees to her plump thick thighs. He wanted to bite and squeeze them, suck hickeys on them, marking her as his.
Reaching the insides of her thighs, he gave a gentle push, and Brooke opened for him. He stared down at her glistening pussy. His pussy now. His to taste, to tease, to fuck. He’d never been possessive about a body part until now.
He was staring at her. Brooke felt a twist in her stomach and wondered if he didn’t like what he was seeing. A little taste of self-doubt started to creep in but before it could take root, he wiped all of it away.
She saw him look away from the throbbing place between her legs to her eyes. “This is mine, Brooke. My pussy. No one will ever have this but me,” he growled. “Mine,” he repeated, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.
Well hell, she thought. He wanted to take ownership of her pussy, he could have it. Signed, sealed and delivered.
“Can I borrow it from time to time?” she teased him, her breath coming in pants.
“Only if I’m there to watch.” Tanner bent towards her and took in her sweet aroma before running his tongue up the length of her, lapping up her juices. He paused like he was savoring the finest of wines. As his eyes opened with a glow, Brook watched a feral grin take over his face.
“Mine,” he growled again, then proceeded to kiss and suck her to a screaming orgasm.
Brooke had never come as hard as she did with Tanner’s mouth over her, sucking on her clit. He kept rumbling against her sensitive flesh like her favorite vibrator. The sensations rocketed through her when he held her hips down, and she screamed his name. The shocks rode over her and left her panting on the bed.
Thinking he was going to move up her body, she was surprised to feel first one then another finger slide into her swollen sheath.
“Tanner?” she asked, surprised.
“Again.” He started working his fingers into her then licking her sensitive clit again. It was a painful pleasure that Brooke didn’t know if she loved or hated.
“I can’t,” she moaned. Her body wasn’t catching up to his pace. She wanted to lay there and enjoy the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Yes, you can. I want another, Brooke,” he said and curled his fingers inside her. Brooke almost came off the bed, the pressure inside her was overwhelming.
“Ohhh, damn you,” she moaned.
She couldn’t see it, but she knew the bastard was smiling. Brooke could feel another orgasm building and knew this one was going to be hard and fast. “Tanner,” she called out, warning him. That just seemed to encourage him.
Tanner flattened his tongue over her clit and rumbled hard, feeling her pussy clamp down on his fingers and start to pulse. He wanted her to be limp and satiated. Maybe then he could convince her to love him.
“Give me another one, Brooke. Come hard for me, baby,” he ordered. He felt her hands grasp his head as her thighs locked around him, and she came, shuddering and moaning.
Tanner wanted to stay between her thighs feasting for the rest of the night, but he also knew he had to feel her from the inside, know everything there was about Brooke Nishi.
Giving her sweet softness one last kiss, he moved his lips up her panting, shivering body. He got to her mouth and kissed her deep, offering her a taste of her own release.
Brooke was entranced. That was the only word for it. Her world had shrunk down to the handsome man between her legs who had just rocked her world. Twice.
“You are trouble, Tanner Rochon,” she murmured into his mouth.
“Maybe, but the good kind.” He reached down to hook one of her legs around his waist. “I’m about to be the best kind.”
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she mocked. She had a feeling this man was not telling her any lies. He was going to be the best kind of trouble for her. Her pussy was making decisions
for her now that had nothing to with logic or reason. It was just being a greedy snatch.
“I don’t make promises I can’t deliver, love,” he said. Tanner fit the tip of his cock against her opening, using all of his strength to hold back from plunging into her.
“Say yes,” he said. Waiting, his muscles locked.
“Yes to what?” She wanted him inside her so badly she was willing to perform some crazy acrobatics to get him on his back so she could sink onto him.
“Yes to me,” he said, slipping in a fraction of an inch.
That fraction had Brooke moaning. “I don’t know how long I have to give to you. I won’t do that to you,” she said. This was not the time to be discussing life decisions, but she realized this was who he was, what he needed.
“You don’t have to promise me forever right now, just swear that you aren’t going to run from me. That you will give us a chance, however that turns out,” he said, kissing her mouth. It was a soft kiss – asking, not taking.
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Brooke was afraid to admit that if he pushed her at all, she’d totally cave and tell him to just bite her and get it over with. But her life and her future were too up in the air. It would be horribly selfish to take the comfort and love he was offering just to risk him losing someone he thought was the love of his life. She couldn’t imagine him seeing his supposed soulmate killed off right after they met
What Brooke didn’t understand was that Tanner was already beyond being able to turn back. There would never be anyone else but her, bonding or not.
“We can have now, Tanner. This, us together. That’s all I have for you right now,” she said honestly.
Tanner let his cock slide all the way into her. They both moaned, and he held in place as she squeezed him.
“I’ll take it,” he growled and started to move inside her. Grabbing both of her legs, he locked them around his back and reached underneath, grabbing her ass to pull her up to his thrusts.
Brooke gasped as her body stretched to accommodate him. He was long and thick, and she was so swollen from coming twice already, her body clutched at him every time he sunk into her. It was like her pussy didn’t want to let him go. Brooke couldn’t blame it. He was hitting every nerve inside her, and she had never felt so consumed by anyone.
Tanner couldn’t believe he was finally inside his mate. He was beyond happy. Even knowing her level of danger hadn’t diminished his feelings; it just made him appreciate the moment even more. He knew he could bite her and seal them together, although he wouldn’t. But he could mark her anyway, even if it was from the inside.
Knowing he had all night, Tanner slowed his rapid thrusts, bringing a hand to slide between them. He found her clit and flicked his thumb over it. He knew she was probably overstimulated, so he focused around the edges, teasing, tormenting as he continued to slowly drag in and out of her.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. Every inch of you is perfect,” he said, watching her mouth open in a gasp.
“Oh sure, I’m guessing I have more inches than you are used to,” she said with a breathy laugh.
“More inches to love, more inches to fuck, love.” He rotated his hips deep into her.
“Ohhh, that wasn’t fair,” she moaned.
“What wasn’t? This?” He rolled his hips again.
“Tanner, damn you, fuck me!” she hissed.
“How hard, baby? Tell me how much you want my cock inside you. How fast? Do you want me to pound into you?”
“Hard, fast, make me come, please,” she whimpered. She was past the point of caring if she was begging. The minute he slowed down, her need went up. Now it was in the stratosphere, and she was desperate to explode.
“You’re mine, Brooke. I know you don’t get that yet. But you are fucking mine.” Tanner swirled his thumb hard over her clit and pulled almost all the way out of her. Thrusting back in to the hilt, he set up a brutal pace.
Brooke didn’t know what to say to that, so she just kept repeating the same thing over and over. “Yes.”
Tanner could feel his orgasm building, but he wanted one more from his girl before he came.
Leaning down to her ear, he said, “You want me to fill that cunt full of cum, baby? Make you sleep with me inside you all night? You know I’ll be able to smell my cum on you, even after you shower. I’m going to be part of you. All day you’ll have me inside you, reminding you that I’ve staked my claim.”
Brooke hissed at his words, but they made her fucking hot. She did want his cum inside her. She did want him to remember every second they spent together in this bed. And she did want this man to know she wanted him just as desperately.
“Yes, Tanner, please,” she moaned.
Tanner growled in her ear causing her body to buck under him. He squeezed her clit just enough to have her screaming in his ear. Tanner let himself pound into her until his entire body locked, jetting his seed into her. Coating her, claiming her as his. Tanner tried to remember to breathe; his vision had gone dark as he kept coming.
He’d never come that hard in his life, and he was hoping it would be like this every time with his mate. He could still feel her muscles squeezing him, milking every last drop from him. Like she wanted to own every part of him too.
Finally, he felt like there was nothing left in him, and he collapsed onto her, then rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He kept his dick inside her and pulled one of her legs over his hip as he laid on his side.
“I want to sleep like this,” he said, kissing her, nipping at her lips.
“Like this? All sticky and hot?” she asked. She really didn’t care. She was in a state of euphoria, better than any painkiller she’d ever had. Her body was limp, her mind was fuzzy, and her pussy felt numb. It was not a bad state in which to find oneself.
“Exactly like this. I’ve got your sweet cum on me, and you are full of mine. If I can’t bite you, this is as close as I can get to having you in my blood,” he said, kissing her gently.
Brooke wasn’t going to argue that fact. This big strong Sheriff obviously needed this connection. Even though Brooke was still not one hundred percent sure just how that connection worked, she knew she couldn’t deny him what he needed.
“Okay, but showers in the morning,” she said on a yawn.
“I’ll scrub your back myself,” he promised. “Sleep, you’ve had a long day.”
Brooke again didn’t want to argue. She just cuddled closer and drifted off to sleep.
Tanner stayed awake, watching over his mate and trying to figure out how solve all of her problems without losing her in the process.
The next day was oddly wonderful. Brooke woke to birds chirping outside the window. Seriously…birds, chirping. Maybe her nanny would show up with a spoon full of sugar. She was still in Tanner’s arms, and from their positions, they hadn’t moved much in the night.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, giving her a hot morning kiss. Normally that was against Brooke’s rules of mouth to mouth contact before teeth brushing.
“What time is it?” she moaned.
“Time for brunch.” He chuckled.
“Brunch?” She looked over her shoulder at the sun, high in the sky. “Sorry, did you have work today?” She was trying to remember if he told her his schedule.
“Later. Right now we have time for showers and food. I’ll drop you over at Cassie’s before I head into work,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Stop that, I need a shower. Stat,” she said, pushing at his shoulder.
“Fine, but I get to wash all two thousand of your parts.” he said nipping her throat.
“I haven’t counted recently, but what I got, you can scrub.” She laughed.
Tanner gave up the sweet skin at her neck and rolled out of bed. Brooke wanted to wrap the sheet or blanket around herself so she wasn’t walking naked in the daylight, but the look in Tanner’s eyes told her he thought she looked just fine.
Standing up, Brooke felt a confidence that she
’d never had before. This man loved the way she looked. She guessed that due to the time; his erection couldn’t be classified as morning wood – he wanted to fuck her.
“Put that away, I’m hungry,” she said, pointing at his dick.
He grinned. “You want something in your mouth, I can give it to you.”
“I was thinking more like eggs or waffles.” Although tumbling back into bed with him wasn’t a terrible idea either.
“Hmm, maybe later then,” he said, giving her a pout.
“That only works for Eddie – and by the way, you are a huge pushover. It didn’t take him much to convince you to invite me home,” she said, walking into the bathroom.
“I was trying to be the good guy and not drag you to my dungeon and have my way with you! You know, the gentlemanly thing.”
“Uh huh, sure…” she mocked.
Tanner reached out and smacked her ass, which made her squeak. “Hey, save that for later,” she told him, walking to the shower and flipping on the water.
Before she could turn around, she felt a soft kiss on the spot he’d smacked on her ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she found Sheriff Rochon on his knees, his mouth on her ass, but his eyes on her. They had a very naughty look to them.
“You kissing my ass, Sheriff?” she asked, her pussy getting damp just from his look – and perhaps from his spanking.
“Anytime, gorgeous,” he said and kissed her other cheek.
“Whew, I’m gonna need to make this shower cold,” she told him.
“Or we can keep it warm, then heat it up once we are in there,” he suggested, rising to his feet.
“I’m not going to get my waffles, am I?” she murmured, bringing her hands to his shoulders as his went to her hips. He walked her backwards into the glass enclosed shower stall.
He kissed her neck. “Lunch can be just as good.”
Brooke got a shower and an orgasm and then lunch.
