Chapter 28

Emma

The minute we get inside, warmth assaults my skin like pins and needles. It’s the kind of pain you don’t mind because you know it means you’re so alive.

And once in a while, it’s fucking fantastic to do something to remind you how awesome life is.

I still can’t believe I nearly had Dylan in our snowball fight. I was so close. The adrenalin was pumping through me, and, if I hadn’t lost my concentration, I could have defeated bear man.

What a glorious moment it would have been.

“Do you have to?” Dylan grumbles at Boss who comes in, shaking his wet body right next to him.

I snicker and bend down to ruffle the bear’s fur. “I think we better dry him off,” I tell Dylan who rolls his eyes at me.

“What?” Disbelief oozes from him. “I thought...”

“Plenty of time for that later. Best to get Boss comfortable first.”

Dylan grumbles something I can’t understand, but I see him grab some towels anyway.

“Bring me one as well,” I call after him.

I’m just as keen to keep fucking him as he is, but I know if we don’t settle Baby Bear first, he won’t give us any peace. Better to look after him so we reap the benefits in a little while.

“I suppose next you’ll be asking me to get the fire ready for the little fellow.”

I grab the towel and start rubbing Boss. But before I do, I blow my big bear a kiss.

“You’re a darling for offering,” I say and look at him expectantly.

“What?”

“Where’s the towel for me?”

Dylan grins from ear to ear. “I didn’t get you one. Thought you looked sexier working naked.”

Briefly, I put my hands on my hips, but the wet bear distracts me, and I bend down to dry him off.

Soon, I hear the crackling the wood makes as the flames lick it. It won’t be long before the fire gets going and spreads its warmth through the house.

“Can you grab his bed and put it in front of the fire?” I ask Dylan while I go to the kitchen.

No doubt the little fellow is hungry and needs a snack before bedtime.

Come to think of it, I’m a little famished myself. The romp in the snow has left me with a hole to fill.

When cold hands grab my waist, I shriek and nearly drop the chocolate I was just breaking into little pieces.

“Pay back,” Dylan murmurs in my ear, and I spin around to face him.

My tits touch his hairy chest. Instantly, my nipples are rock hard.

“For making me wait forever before I get to touch you again.”

I slap him playfully on the arm.

“Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Good things come to those who wait’?”

Instead of an answer, he kisses me on the neck. He leaves tiny little butterfly kisses all the way down to my tits.

Just as he’s about to start sucking on them, I push him away.

“Let’s feed Boss and take the nibbles, with a drink, to the bedroom,” I suggest and slip past him with a bowl.

Boss is sitting on his bed, but when he sees the bowl, he leaps up like he hasn’t eaten in days.

By the time I’ve turned to see if Dylan has picked up our little treat, the baby bear has finished eating and is licking his lips.

“You stay here,” I tell him and give him a final pat. He seems content and makes no move to follow.

Thank goodness. I had visions of the baby bear leaping onto the bed before us, and then what would Dylan say? I’d probably never hear the end of it.

With a smack on my ass, Dylan strides past me.

“You coming or you hanging with the bear?”

“Race you,” I shout and dart up the stairs.

At the door, he catches up to me and grabs my wrist to stop me from going into the bedroom.

“You cheated,” he pants and then pushes me through the open door.

Laughing, I trip and fall, but Dylan somehow manages to catch me. He puts the plate down and gives me his full attention.

“Can’t I have some chocolate first?” I ask with a small pout.

Dylan shakes his head. His brow is furrowed, and there’s something akin to thunderclouds in his eyes.

“I think I need to punish you, my fucking little slut.”

His voice sends shivers down my spine, and my heart’s beating in my throat. I haven’t seen him like this before.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbed my arms and is holding them with one hand. Next, he’s pushing me to the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing my tits against the glass.

“Do you know what I think you need?”

My throat’s dry as if I’ve walked for months in the desert without water. I shake my head.

“A fucking good spanking is what you need.”

I’m not sure if I heard right, but my insides tighten, and my pussy starts to drip at his words.

The sheer fear of the unknown nearly tips me over the edge.

Whatever he plans to do to me...I want him to do it.

Before I know what’s going on, his bare hand collides with my naked ass. I gasp at the contact and the sudden pain.

I could practically feel each one of his fingers burning on my cheek. Without even looking, I know there’s a red imprint where he struck my ass.

Tears well up in my eyes, and I bite my lip. To my utter amazement, I want more. I arch my lower back and wiggle my ass toward him.

Instead of another smack, I feel his fingers hover over my fucking clit—but he makes no direct contact.

Oh, fuck.

And then his fingers are gone. Before I can complain or do anything, his hand comes down hard again on my naked flesh.

Ouch!

I bite my lip. I can feel my body shiver, ripples of pleasure and pain spreading across my limbs. My mind’s gone to mush, and I can hardly string together a coherent thought.

My fucking tits are pressed against the cold of the glass, and I fear my nipples might cut right through it.

Dylan spanks me three more times, and each one is harder than the one before.

“On your knees,” he orders, and I obey without question.

My pussy is so wet and ready to take his cock that I think I’ll lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me now.

Thwack!

After he spanks me, his hand comes down a little lower and connects with my clit.

Fuck.

The effect of this is so overwhelming I think I might just come right now.

“Oh, please,” I start to beg. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Dylan. I need you.”

I don’t know what’s come over me. I would never dream of begging a man to fuck me. I seem to have turned from good girl to bad girl in the course of just a few days.

“Oh,” Dylan whispers in my ear, “you want me to fuck you?”

“Please.” I’m out of my mind with desire.

“How about you fucking wait?” he growls and smacks me again on the ass again.

I howl softly.

When I finally feel the tip of his massive cock on my ass, I push back against him. I’m so ready, but he doesn’t enter my pussy. Instead, I feel his fingers on my hole.

No. No fucking way.

I mean, there’s no way I’m going to be able to manage his twelve-plus inches there.

His hands are on my ass, and his cock’s pushing in.

I’m so horny, and I need him inside me. I grit my teeth and prepare for the pain...but there isn’t any.

Almost without effort, he slides all the way in. Sure, it’s tight and a little uncomfortable, but it’s not excruciating pain, and I feel myself push against him to make sure I’ve got all of him inside me.

He starts nice and slow.

“Fuck me, Dylan. Just fuck me!” I yell, spreading my legs and bending a little.

His left hand leaves my ass and finds my tit.

As soon as he starts playing with my nipple, I feel fireworks rip through me. The world is spinning, and I think I’ll die from pleasure.

Although I’ve got his magnificent display of nature right in front of my eyes, I don’t see any of it.

There’s only Dylan’s cock in my ass and his hand on my tit.

Time stands still, and I hope this moment will last forever.

I know I’m going to explode in a giant orgasm any second, so I try and prolong the moment.

Dylan’s fingers are working away at my nipple, and I know my orgasm will be a colossal explosion that will rip through me from head to foot.

Then, I erupt, hot molten lava spreading through every part of me. I barely notice Dylan coming and shooting his massive load into me.

Only when I hear his bear-like growl do I know he’s just as lost in his own orgasm.

When we’re both finished, we collapse on the ground in a heap of arms, legs, and hot bodies.

He turns me onto my back and strokes my cheek. He presses our lips together.

When he pulls away, he tilts his head a little to the left. “Now, did you say there’s chocolate?”

Before I answer, I get into position.

“Race you!” I challenge and am on my feet and halfway across the room before he gets going.