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Anna.
“Shit!” I squeal as his teeth sink into my
shoulder and laving my wound into a deeper all-consuming
necessity.
I beg, “bite me again.”
He complies by sink his teeth into my other
shoulder. Marking me. Making me his.
“Make it last,” I order, egging him on.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pants,
relentlessly pounding my ass.
Oh fuck, pound me harder! Give it to me, Papa
Bear.
“Just. Do. It. Now. Mark me,” I bark.
And he listens. Sinking his teeth deep into
my shoulder next to my neck. Grating further into my flesh,
growling like a beast. I cry out in ecstasy and come, again. My
body bucking into him. My teeth grinding. Holding back the need to
scream. For my life. For my love. For the pleasure. For my losses
and for everything else.
His cock swells inside of me. I know he’s
close.
“Come for me Papa Bear. Fill me.”
“I love you. I love you so much,” he
stammers, his moist chest dripping sweat down my back. Then he
grunts and pumps into me filling my hole with his
deliciousness.
Wringing his cock dry of come into my ass, he
licks my wounds as his chest heaves for oxygen. “You—,” He kisses
my mark. “Are—,” Kiss. “My—,” Kiss. “Everything—,” Kiss.
Withdrawing his member from inside my sore
hole, a void engulfs me. The truth of my future coming to light and
baring its weight callously on my heart.
Juices, his perfect juices begin to seep out
of me and I don’t care. Slowly I turn around and he grabs my hand,
helping me to sit down. Placing the white cotton blanket up around
my waist. Glancing up at the clock I realize my eight o-clock
deadline is but ten minutes away.
I should be ecstatic to have just had my
first orgasm in months with the only man I ever want to be with,
but that happiness is gone. Replaced by defeat filling the room
with its thick fog of sadness and loss. He’s leaving me. And for a
little while, we were connected again. Physically and emotionally.
He fed my soul with pleasure. Pleasure only he can provide. The
kind that consumes the soul and makes you sublimely happy. Like
he’s done for me the past nearly nine months that I’ve had him in
my life. Even before we fell in love.
Dressing back into his cargo pants and tee,
he sits down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I can’t speak. I
don’t want to. I’m afraid if I open the dam, it will break and I
won’t be able to stop the impending blubbering mess.
“Thank you for loving me.” He cracks the seal
of deafening silence.
“But you can’t wait for me. You can’t hold
onto the hope that I might return. I can’t do that to you. I can’t
ask that of you. You are all that matters. Your happiness and the
babies. That’s all that matters in this entire world to me.” He
caresses my back, my head tucked into the only place in the world
that centers me. That fills me with comfort and love. His chest.
Closest to the organ that for even a little while I have owned as
mine. His heart. That will forever beat in my brain.
How can this be happening to us?
Tears well in my eyes and I swallow deep and
hard, holding my cheek to his chest, my arms grabbing his shirt
around his back. I can’t let him go. I can’t let him go! Not my
Papa Bear. Not my love!
Minutes pass and all I can do is suck back
the need to break down. But I won’t. Not in front of him. He didn’t
ask for this. He didn’t do this to me. I can’t make him feel any
worse than I know he does.
Slowing my heaving breaths into low soft
inhales and exhales, I center myself. Focusing only on his cedar
warmth. His calming nature. His sexy perfection. My Bear. Engulfing
me in his thick arms. Enveloping me in his love. We breathe
together. Synchronized like we are in so many ways.
“I have to go.” He breaks the quiet and
erupts the pain. My heart begins to crack, right down the
center.
I hold him tighter as he kisses my head and I
tilt to look into his beautiful eyes once more. They’re red and
brimming with watery
“Shit!” I squeal as his teeth sink into my
shoulder and laving my wound into a deeper all-consuming
necessity.
I beg, “bite me again.”
He complies by sink his teeth into my other
shoulder. Marking me. Making me his.
“Make it last,” I order, egging him on.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pants,
relentlessly pounding my ass.
Oh fuck, pound me harder! Give it to me, Papa
Bear.
“Just. Do. It. Now. Mark me,” I bark.
And he listens. Sinking his teeth deep into
my shoulder next to my neck. Grating further into my flesh,
growling like a beast. I cry out in ecstasy and come, again. My
body bucking into him. My teeth grinding. Holding back the need to
scream. For my life. For my love. For the pleasure. For my losses
and for everything else.
His cock swells inside of me. I know he’s
close.
“Come for me Papa Bear. Fill me.”
“I love you. I love you so much,” he
stammers, his moist chest dripping sweat down my back. Then he
grunts and pumps into me filling my hole with his
deliciousness.
Wringing his cock dry of come into my ass, he
licks my wounds as his chest heaves for oxygen. “You—,” He kisses
my mark. “Are—,” Kiss. “My—,” Kiss. “Everything—,” Kiss.
Withdrawing his member from inside my sore
hole, a void engulfs me. The truth of my future coming to light and
baring its weight callously on my heart.
Juices, his perfect juices begin to seep out
of me and I don’t care. Slowly I turn around and he grabs my hand,
helping me to sit down. Placing the white cotton blanket up around
my waist. Glancing up at the clock I realize my eight o-clock
deadline is but ten minutes away.
I should be ecstatic to have just had my
first orgasm in months with the only man I ever want to be with,
but that happiness is gone. Replaced by defeat filling the room
with its thick fog of sadness and loss. He’s leaving me. And for a
little while, we were connected again. Physically and emotionally.
He fed my soul with pleasure. Pleasure only he can provide. The
kind that consumes the soul and makes you sublimely happy. Like
he’s done for me the past nearly nine months that I’ve had him in
my life. Even before we fell in love.
Dressing back into his cargo pants and tee,
he sits down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I can’t speak. I
don’t want to. I’m afraid if I open the dam, it will break and I
won’t be able to stop the impending blubbering mess.
“Thank you for loving me.” He cracks the seal
of deafening silence.
“But you can’t wait for me. You can’t hold
onto the hope that I might return. I can’t do that to you. I can’t
ask that of you. You are all that matters. Your happiness and the
babies. That’s all that matters in this entire world to me.” He
caresses my back, my head tucked into the only place in the world
that centers me. That fills me with comfort and love. His chest.
Closest to the organ that for even a little while I have owned as
mine. His heart. That will forever beat in my brain.
How can this be happening to us?
Tears well in my eyes and I swallow deep and
hard, holding my cheek to his chest, my arms grabbing his shirt
around his back. I can’t let him go. I can’t let him go! Not my
Papa Bear. Not my love!
Minutes pass and all I can do is suck back
the need to break down. But I won’t. Not in front of him. He didn’t
ask for this. He didn’t do this to me. I can’t make him feel any
worse than I know he does.
Slowing my heaving breaths into low soft
inhales and exhales, I center myself. Focusing only on his cedar
warmth. His calming nature. His sexy perfection. My Bear. Engulfing
me in his thick arms. Enveloping me in his love. We breathe
together. Synchronized like we are in so many ways.
“I have to go.” He breaks the quiet and
erupts the pain. My heart begins to crack, right down the
center.
I hold him tighter as he kisses my head and I
tilt to look into his beautiful eyes once more. They’re red and
brimming with watery
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