by Laurie Ames
"Oh Iddy baby. No way, not now, unless its for something other than sleep!” He retorted.
“Oh, I have something in mind for you,” I said. I took his hand and led him to his bedroom, located towards the back of the plane. I slowly began to strip naked as I wiggled out of my panties, leaving a pile of rumpled clothes on the floor.
“God, you are sexy to me,” He said watching with fascination.
I saw the bulge in his pants getting bulkier and it excited me to know that I had this effect on him. I felt my mouth water with anticipation. “Oh God, I have this overwhelming need to see you out of your jeans.”
Without waiting for a response, I shoved him down on the bed and pulled his jeans down. Mmmm! No boxers, no y-fronts. My mouth watered again. I leaned in and kissed his tummy. I felt him tremble and smile. It was good to know that this rich, famous, sexy rock star was so affected by me. I straddled him, bringing my chest near his mouth. His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking my nipple. I grabbed a hold of him, needing some kind of anchor before I disintegrated right before his eyes.
“AAAAAAH!” I moaned, closing my eyes and moving against him. He reached into my wet vagina and began playing with me like a guitar. I began spiraling out of control.
“No! Wait! Cray…please…it’s supposed to be all about you…”
He smiled and I was almost undone by the promise in that smile. “Okay, Iddy. Go ahead and please me. But when you’re done, it’s my turn. And I won’t stop till you pass out.”
I reached down with my right hand to feel his fully erect cock. “God, you feel so good to me,” I cried. “I love your cock, it’s just perfect to me.”
"Yes lover, suck it slowly baby, slowly." He let out a string of low moans from the attention being doted on him.
I leaned forward and wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his cock. He was so thick in my hand, that my index finger and thumb did not touch. It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by a huge, swollen, plum sized head.
I could feel him pulsating in my hand. A small drop of precum started rolling from the tip of his shaft. As I ran my tongue over the tip, I could feel him shudder. I took his pulsating flesh into my warm wet mouth. I was ravenous for him. My hand was on the bottom half of his stiff dick with my mouth slowly replacing my fingers until all of his manhood was devoured in the wet haven of my mouth. I felt his dick grow ever so firmer in my mouth. I felt the large vein on the underside begin to swell. I took my tongue and darted around the more sensitive areas. I was now sucking steadily, my head bobbing up and down over his lap. He groaned out my name over and over again… “Iddy”… “Iddy!” I loved that I could gratify him with my mouth. I knew that to please a man, you must make him feel like you're worshipping his cock.
As I sucked, electric sensations darted through my body. I was getting wetter and wetter until I was dripping down from the delta of my thighs onto my upper thighs. I was starting to burn like an inferno. He gently twisted his fingers in my long hair to pull me away. "Slow down babe, I want this to last.”
I didn't have to wait long, however, as he sat above my chest, pointing his big, lovely cock directly at my waiting mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, causing my mouth to slide effortlessly over his throbbing member. He watched as I ran my tongue up his shaft. I gazed up at his face and we smiled at each other. It was a smile of pure unadulterated lust. He started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as I could feel his orgasm drawing near.
"Oh, Iddy," He moaned out loudly, grabbing the back of my hair with his hand, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He thrust his pelvis back and forth and fucked my mouth like he was fucking a woman's pussy. The tip of his penis was now hitting the back of my throat, but I didn't gag. In fact, I welcomed the sensation. He fucked my mouth harder, causing his balls to slap violently against my chin, and I knew he coming hard. I wrapped my lips around his hard-on more tightly so he would come quicker. He furrowed his brow, trying to stop from cumming, but within mere seconds was erupting inside my mouth.
Cray laid down next to me for a little bit trying to catch his breath. He glanced at me twice and I smiled back each time. After laying there a couple of minutes, he finally caught his second wind and sat back up on the bed. His attention turned to me. "Iddy, turn over," he ordered me. "I have a surprise for you!" I shuddered with anticipation. "Sit on my face," he instructed me. I knew my pussy would be dripping, and I couldn't wait for him to sample it. I knew I was now the total center of attention and absolutely loving it.
I crawled up to his head, swung around, and straddled his face. It felt heavenly to be perched over him with my pussy and I could feel that it was adorned with beads of my natural lubricant. Cray moved his hands to my butt and guided the slit down to his mouth.
He extended his tongue and pressed it tightly against my clit. He circled the hard button a few times, seemingly knowing just what I liked. His tongue teased it briefly before shifting. He licked a long stroke down the left of my slit, just barely touching the outside of my labia. He made his way back up the other side until he arrived at the small patch of hair at the top.
His tongue then moved further down my pussy, parting my lips. He reached my sensitive wet hole and rimmed his tongue around. I let out a deep groan, and ground my hips down slightly onto his face.
He continued teasing my twat, alternating quick laps and long strokes with his tongue over my slit. More wetness oozed from my pussy, edging me closer and closer to a climax. All I could do was try to hold back. I was so close to cumming. He groaned into my pussy, sucking down on the clit even harder as a mini orgasm started shaking my body.
"Holy fuck," I groaned, pulling my slit from Cray’s face. I hadn't completely cum yet, but was right on the verge. I moaned a little as I slid myself down along his body, wanting to be actually penetrated. Suddenly I stopped and pleaded, "Cray, just put that big thing in me."
Once at his midriff, I could feel his dick pulse and twitch in anticipation, and it electrified my pussy. The tip of his cock spread apart my lips and I found myself pressing my opening against him. His cock teased my clit for a minute before pushing forward and sinking the large head into my pussy.
"Oh shit," I groaned. My twat immediately felt warm and surprisingly tight. He moved his hands to my waist and slowly pushed more of his length inside me.
I had most of his shaft inside me. My slick channel fit around his cock perfectly, as I squeezed it tight and rubbed against every ridge of his dick. It was safe to say I was savoring every square inch of Cray's thick cock.
I slowly pulled out, leaving just an inch or two of his cock inside me. My pussy seemed to grip his cock, begging for more. I slid back in, my natural lubrication making the job much easier. Until now, I had full control over the pace and rhythm as I looked down at him. A sexy smile flashed over his face. He picked his hips up and began to take control, riding my pussy a little faster at first. I loved feeling every inch inside me, fully filling me up.
His pace gradually increased as he started to fuck me. He pumped deeper into me each time, slowly feeding his penis the entire length. My body rocked back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. My boobs jiggled around, and I could tell he was enjoying the view.
A small whimper escaped my throat, begging for that sweet release. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
His cock was plowing into my pussy, maintaining a constant pace. He was pulling out most of the way with each stroke before thrusting back in. The sound of our flesh slapping together joined the cacophony of moans and groans that we were both now emitting. Cray's body was now aggressively lurching forward with every powerful pump of my hips.
My whole body was shaking, my toes were curling up, and our continuous moans were much louder. We were both about to climax.
It only took five more strokes before my muscles tensed up. "Oh god, I can’t hold back any longer!" I squealed.
My hips bucked against Cray and
the orgasm overtook my body. I twitched and shook, and I could feel my juices leaking out, dousing his dick with my sweet nectar.
"Fuck," I moaned. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder!" I pleaded.
“Baby, you are one sweet piece of heaven!” Cray cried out. “You're gonna make me cum."
I was whimpering and my eyes were closed. His cock was pulsing around my pussy, nearing a release. He fucked my twat faster and faster, railing his cock in and out of my slippery channel. There wasn't too much more I could do. The sounds of our flesh slapping together was much louder now. Cray was really grinding onto me, riding me with everything he had.
"Holy shit, I'm cumming!" I screamed ever louder, gripping the bedsheets tight in my hands. "Oh fuck!!" I was convulsing and twitching on the bed.
My climax slammed into Cray, rocking his entire body. My cunt squeezed and tightened around his cock, bathing the shaft in its wonderful secretions. His toned abs and thighs were tensed, and his mouth hung open. "Oh, fuuuck," I heard him groan. Cray looked amazing in the throes of an orgasm, and I loved riding him. His cock erupted, spewing spurts of cum against the back of my pussy. He was gritting his teeth together, trying to muster yet another ounce of stamina and power, but he was finally tapering off. The aftershocks of the orgasm rode through Cray, as he slowly began winding down.
He slowly withdrew his cock from me. It was shiny, covered in my juices. A fire shone in his eyes as I looked at him. I rolled off and collapsed down beside him. Cray and I shared a knowing glance. I hugged him as he kissed me.
"Holy fuck," he groaned as our kiss ended.
"I know," I giggled. "That was fucking amazing." I was still coming down from my orgasmic high.
"So," Cray started, "how much longer do I have you for?"
"I'm your toy for the rest of the night,” I smiled. How much longer can you go for, stud?" I asked.
"I'll try to keep up,” he grinned. His thumb started brushing back and forth over my right nipple as it stood out proudly from the areola. “God, I could worship you for hours," he said.
I shuddered from his sweet words. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I was feeling goosebumps dot my skin wherever he touched, and it was an unexpected pleasure.
After the fireworks, I snuggled against Cray and he held me oh so tight. As he was drifting off to sleep I barked out his name.
“Cray!”
“Mmmm?”
“You awake?”
“Mmmmm...sorta.”
"I just wanted to say thank you."
"For what?" He asked in a loud husky voice.
“For being my world, and for being yourself,” My voice wavering, still exhilarated from the connection between us.
“Same right back at ya babe,” Cray said. “Let’s get some shut eye, I’m tired and we have an early flight.”
He reached over and snuggled me tight.
“Good night Iddy. Love you.”
“Love you too, good night Cray.” Suddenly I realized how late it was. I started drifting off immediately.
*10 minutes later*
“Iddy? Baby?”
“Mmmm?”
“You awake?”
“Mmmmm. No, I’m half asleep.”
Suddenly Cray gently shook my arm and stirred me from my sleep.
“I wanted to do this right but I don’t want to wait anymore. Iddy, will you please marry me?”
Chapter 9: Cray & Iddy
When you write biographies, whether it's about Ben Franklin or Einstein, you discover something amazing: They are human.
- Walter Isaacson
What the critics are saying:
“A candid and humane biography of a fascinating life.”
“A vibrant, encouraging depiction of a rock star.”
“Edith ably reveals the strengths and shortcomings of being one of the biggest rock stars in the world.”
“A story of personal change, rich in personal history. I highly recommend it.”
“A roughly chronological biography of a life lived well, full of intimate portraits and vivid descriptions.”
“Edith has penned a riveting and revealing biography that will undoubtedly shed light into the crazy world of a billionaire rock star.”
***
Carlton watched the talk show host fawning over the rock star and his new wife who just happened to be the girl he had cheated on many years ago. Edith looked positively radiant. And the loving, semi-come-hither looks that her new rock star husband periodically gave her brought a lump of regret to Carlton’s throat. He tried to push away any thoughts of remorse and watched the rest of the show.
“Well Mrs. Craydon, how does it feel to be both the wife of a billionaire rock star and a best-selling author? And what will you do with all the sudden wealth that’s being generated from the book?
“I still don’t know how I feel about making that kind of money but I definitely know how I feel about being Cray’s wife. He believed in me right from the beginning. I am honored and humbled that such an exceptional man as Cray would choose to walk beside me in life.”
“No. It is I who is honored and humbled, Mrs. Craydon.”
A single pearl shaped tear of joy rolled down Iddy’s cheek. That’s when Cray reached over and gave her a big protective hug.
~The End~
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Table of Contents
Contents
Passion for the Bear
Prologue:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Bonus Romance:
Cray (Rock Hard Romance)
Romancing the Rock Star (Rock Star Romance)
The Billionaire’s Mistress
A Second Chance (Billionaire Romance)
Spanish Versions:
Book Covers / Message from Author
This story “Cursed Bears” is dedicated to the Kermode Spirit Bear
The Kermode bear, also known as the Spirit Bear by the natives is a sub-species of the Black Bear. Their distinctive “white color” is due to a recessive allele. They are not albinos and not related to the polar bear or the "blond" brown bear. They are only found in The Great Bear Rainforest, Northwest British Columbia. Population is 400-1000 and about 120 inhabit Princess Royal Island. The males can weigh 500 lbs and the females 300 lbs. They are rare and very elusive. Hunting is strictly prohibited.
Cursed Bears
Paranormal Romance
By: Michele Hart
Prologue:
Amanda is a frustrated virgin and has never experienced true love. But one day, a phone call turns her life upside down and sets in motion a romance with an unusual young man. He is strikingly handsome with a hot body and a charming personality. What could possibly be wrong with that? Nothing, except he will soon take her on the wildest journey of her life.
Chapter 1
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nbsp; Amanda sat on an uncomfortable old chair in a room of the Seattle emergency hospital. He’d had a serious heart attack and the doctor didn’t sound too optimistic. She thought about saying a prayer, but she wasn’t even sure what his denomination was. Her father hadn’t been religious, so it probably didn’t really matter. His hospital bed was surrounded by unending medical diagnostic equipment and breathing tubes. She started to wonder how this could happen to this big strong burly man that she affectionately called ‘Papa bear’. She thought fondly about how he sometimes looked like a big bear standing up on two legs. He was a giant of a man, the exact opposite of her Mom who was a petite short woman. They made an odd couple, but they always say opposites match.
She still couldn’t believe he might not make it. The doctor said the next few days will be critical. She was in class when it had happened. Her mother had called, and she had stepped into the hallway to take the phone call. The professor had given her a somewhat dirty look when her phone had started to ring. In the hallway, her mother had spoken the words that every child dreads.
“Amanda,” she had said, through obvious tears.
“Yeah,” Amanda had said quietly, almost hesitantly. It was like she had known before she’d even been told.
“It’s your father,” her mother had said, “and he’s had a massive heart attack. He might not make it.” Amanda had dropped her phone as the hallway was starting to close in on her. Her breath had grown shallow and she had to fight for oxygen. That was a feeling she never wanted to experience again.
