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Chapter 44

Bear

"Is this… is this what people do on their honeymoon?" Pen asks.

I have her at the edge of the bed, legs wide open for me. The look of pleasure on her face drives me wild. It pushes me to fuck her hard. I'm thrusting so deep, so fast, her head wobbles on the bed, back and forth just like her breasts.

We've been at the campground for just over a week. She's given herself to this with me. I'm giving myself to this with her, too. No matter what my heart screams at me now that it's out of its cell.

I grind my teeth. "Fuck. Yes."

"We were missing out," she says as if in a daze.

I put a foot by her waist, gaining leverage to fill her up with my cock. She whines and wraps a hand on my calf. Her nails dig into my skin. I hiss. She cups her breast with her free hand and plays with her nipple.

"That's right," I growl. "Touch yourself. Be rough. You know how I'd play you with my mouth."

It's been days of what seems like endless sex. She tells me she's starved, and I tell her I'll feed her. She tells me she wants me to use her, and I do.

And I fight with my heart. It's a battle to the death.

I press my cock into her. I can't go any deeper without hurting her, so I'm careful. I wrap the visible part of my shaft in two fingers and my thumb, like a cock ring that shows me exactly how deep I can go safely. I move back and forth. Short pumps at first. With each of her moans, I give her longer thrusts.

I take her leg and make her twist at the waist, until I can hold her knee under my foot on the bed. This makes her tighter around me and I see white.

"Oh my God!" she exclaims.

"Louder."

"Leon!"

I let loose. I pummel into her, using my fingers around my shaft as a safeguard, and my knuckles as a punishment.

"I've never… I just…" she tries.

"Should I stop?"

"No!"

"Louder, Pen."

"No! Don't stop!"

Never letting go of myself with one hand, I use the other to insert a finger in her. She whines.

The window wall behind me is wide open. We could have pressed a button and made it opaque, or closed the two sets of curtains, but we didn't. The view is too nice, and the risk is better managed. I'm not complaining. Pen relaxes more inside the cabin. She lets me do more when we're here. I like it better that way.

"I can't—" she says.

"You have to."

"Leon—"

"You've taken everything I've given you so nicely. You're so good."

"Yeah? Tell me."

Fuck. She wants me to talk? I'll talk. She wants praise? I'll give her praise.