My Boss to Bear (Billionaire Werebear Paranormal Romance Steamy Standalone) Read Free

down his muscled chest and reached
for his cock. It was thicker than she had imagined it would be, and it was hard
and straining under her touch. She could feel the first drops of his need on
the tip of it and felt a rush of excitement knowing that he could soon be
inside her.
     
    "Please?" she whispered, looking up into his
face. "I want you to feel every inch of me."
     
    "Anything you want," he murmured.
     
    They lay, side by side, as he gently guided himself
into her. Marissa felt her breath catch at the size of him pressing into her
warm pussy. He was so big for a moment she was afraid he wouldn't fit - but her
body was ready for him, and when she drew him into her tight sheath she heard
him gasp in pleasure.
     
    "Marissa," he moaned.
     
    They rocked against each other, Russell thrusting in
and out ever so slightly. She whimpered at the teasing feeling of it. She
needed him, all of him. She never wanted him to stop touching her.
     
    He stroked her back and neck as he moved inside her.
She could feel every thrust of his cock. Each movement was sweet torture,
sending shivers throughout her entire body. Every few thrusts he would hold,
deep inside her, and she could feel him pulse against her.
     
    Marissa whimpered in need. Her whole body was full of
him, aching with desire. She could feel how he moved within her, but it was
also as though he was all around her, protecting her, drawing the deepest
desires and passion from her and breathing it to life.
     
    Her whole body shuddered as he thrust again and again.
One of his hands slipped lower, gently parting her folds above his cock and
stroking her in time with his movements. Marissa cried out as he found her
clit, massaging it.
     
    As Russell pressed deeper inside her, his fingers
circled her clit, working her harder now as she drowned in pleasure, lost in
his embrace. Her whole body was shuddering against him now, and she was crying
out in need. Each movement threatened to drown her in pleasure until she came in
a riot of cries on his cock.
     
    He held there for a long moment inside her, and she
could feel his member pulsing inside her in time with her own orgasm.
     
    "You are perfect," he repeated.
     
    This time, she believed he meant it.
     
    ~
     
    Marissa was shy at first the next day, but her boss was
a perfect gentleman. He made her breakfast, and smiled when she helped clear
their tent. "You are perfect," he murmured.
     
    "You're just saying that because of last
night." She tried a laugh, but it came out high and tight.
     
    "Marissa." Russell's face was unwontedly
serious. "Last night meant everything to me."
     
    "Oh," she whispered, feeling her heart thump
painfully against her chest. "To me, too."
     
    He stepped toward her with a look of such love on his
face that it shook her to her very core. She reached for him, eager to kiss him
and feel his soft mouth on hers once more, but then he stopped.
     
    Russell suddenly froze. His nostrils flared and he
looked about them wildly. Marissa caught an expression on his face she had
never seen before. It looked like death.
     
    "Run."
     
    "What?" She stared, not sure she had heard
him correctly.
     
    "Go!" he shouted at her. "Get out of
here!"
     
    Only then did Marissa hear the crackling of the bushes.
She froze, terrified, as several rough-looking men appeared before them. They
carried chain saws - and guns. These must be the loggers the police had chased
off only a few days ago.
     
    Slowly, she tried to back up, but one of them was
already drawing his gun. She heard Russell shout, and then there was shot.
     
    Marissa stumbled backwards in shock, and collapsed to
her hands and knees. Before her, Russell fell to the ground. "No,"
she whispered. "No."
     
    The logger stepped forward.
     
    Her heart raced, and Marissa held her belly, certain
she was about to die. Forgive me for not protecting you well enough , she
thought to her unborn child.
     
    One of the loggers leveled his rifle at her, and she
squeezed