Chapter 30: Bear Meets Writer
Not even twenty minutes later we were back at my apartment and the bear had me on my back with my rough heels on his shoulders. Just’s c**k was covered in ribbed latex and the hard tip of it squeezed inside my behind. Above me, he looked like a handsome god, and whispered, “Take it slowly. There’s no reason to hurry this.”
“I want all of you,” escaped my lips, which was nothing more than a whimper mixed with heartfelt heat.
He didn’t have to be told twice and bucked half of his solid d**k inside my rear, pulled its mass out just as quickly, and then slid all of his swollen inches into my rear where he left it in a stationary position for the next few seconds. Then he chanted down at me, “This won’t take long for me, since I think you’re the sexiest guy on t
