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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.
Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.
Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.
With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.
Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.
Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.
The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.
Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.
Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.
Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.
And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.
Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”
Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.
Bette pulled the robe more tightly around herself as her flip-flops scraped and hopped against the laminate hallway to one of the dorms’ bathrooms. Cold prickles of anticipation swam over the hair on her arms and neck. She had a few toys hidden among her routine bathroom soaps and sponges.
The door creaked and the sound of her loose footwear echoed loudly throughout the oblong, titled room. Bette choose the third stall from the end—far enough from the door to increase the semblance of her privacy.
She hung the towel on the rung before pulling back the curtain and setting her basket on the bench inside the shower. With curtain closed behind her, she turned the water hot and steamy until a head floated inches above the inwardly slopped floor. After flinging her robe over the rail, Bette stepped under the spray, arching her body with arms in the air to feel the rivulets of water dance down her skin.
Nipples peaking hard, she gasped for breath as the water fell between her thighs, swaying against her swollen clit and readying her for play.
She reached for her basket, pulling moisturizing soap to lather against her skin, tracing the soft lines of her own breasts, the flat expanse of her stomach, the trimmed curve of her sex. Fingers delved between her thighs and pressed along her core. The anticipation bloomed through her this time, but she would wait until she had exactly what she wanted.
After a thorough rinse, Bette dug the other seemingly inconspicuous items from her basket—a strong suction handle, which she attached proficiently to the shower wall above the bench seat, and her favorite rubber dildo with suction cup attachment, which she fastened to the bench seat.
One final adjustment, she reached for the showerhead and turned it so that the stream would continue to fall against her, and she positioned herself above the head of her rubber cock, legs spread, and hands aiding her in her own penetration. The thick, mushroom head popped into her, making her descent along the shaft smooth and easy.
Not quite as good as a real, warm and throbbing cock, but as her hips undulated over the shaft, her core squeezed its ridges from the pleasure mere penetration. The pings from the water softly pelted her rolling body as she reached back for the handle. Her body stretched upward, arms extended to keep hold of her prop, ass scraping against the faux marble bench seat. She could have brought her slender anal probe and set it up, but she hadn’t. She would the next time.
Spreading her legs made her fall over the rubber cock with much heavier thrusts, coiling sharp pleasure inside of her and making it spring from her mouth in breathy increments.
The pinging of the water like thousands of little fingers caressing her, winding her up as they tried to soothe her.
A bang made Bette’s body start, sending her closer to the precipice of the orgasm she so desperately needed. She had no warm cock to play with, and she needed this to clear her mind for midterms. The steam’s head swirled and dissipated some as the cold rush from the door made its way through the bathroom.
That cold wound around her calves and thighs as Bette dropped herself onto the rubber cock once more, grinding hard against the very ends of her. She shifted herself with unrelenting need and passion, rebuilding the heat in her shower stall, arching herself toward the water, sharpening the angle of her penetration before the cord in her snapped, and she let out one short, gasping moan.
Her body trembled as she fell back against the faux marble wall; her core still spasmed around the invasion of her dildo before she could bring herself back to her feet. The cock sat there, covered in her crème, erect and ready for the next round she surely needed.
Chastain’s fingers dug into her thighs and spun her up around his hips; he pivoted, walking her to their kitchen and setting her on the counter beside the fridge. Her fingers clung to the bare muscles of his shoulders, taking in his scent, his animal pheromones. Everything inside of her shook as his hands popped the button of her jeans.
How could he still make her feel this way?
Shanna’s nails tore down his chest as her jeans peeled down her hips. Chastain growled for her, that deep rumbling that could only come from a real animal—a bear. She stole a glance at his eyes.
Deep chestnut flashed at her, possessive and hungry.
And he popped her up before her bare cheeks dropped against the cold counter. His growl redoubled as he nuzzled Shanna. Rough scrapes of his new beard prickled along her jaw and throat, his wide mouth easing the sting on her skin. The fabric of her loose shirt lifted with the sweeping of his hands up her body, his jean-clad cock pressing into her.
Imitating his growl, her nails dug into his ass, forcing him to rub against her.
God, his teeth nipped at her flesh, making her convulse under him.
And then Chastain reached behind her, opening the cupboard and pulling the miniature honey-filled bear out in his hand. The top flipped open with a flick of his thumb.
Shanna swallowed, chest heaving as he drizzled it along the tops of her breasts, sending a cascade of honey over her hardened nipples.
His thumb caught a dollop and smeared it over her lip before popping it into her mouth. Sweetness melted across her tongue as she sucked on his thumb, licking the pad with the curve of her tongue.
The grumbling growl of his vibrated against her as his chest met hers, spreading the stickiness between them, and his mouth came down onto hers.
Hot pleasure overwhelmed her, and then his hands were at her hips, pulling her forward to the edge of the counter, against his newly bared cock.
Yes. She’d been waiting for this all day; dreaming about him busting into work and pulling her into an empty office, claiming her on the company letterheads. Not bothering to be quiet because she’d never be able to.
The head of his cock slipped between her folds, just barely entering her. Chastain’s broad fingers wrapped in her red hair, yanking her head back as his mouth found the smear of honey across her flesh, his cock finding the honey at her center, filling her completely and then some.
God, he was so big. The whole of him, bear-sized even in his human form.
Her fingertips trailed the long slope of his spine, over his round ass and hips as he thrust into her, as his mouth dissolved the honey coating her right breast.
Heat ricochet through her body, tightening and twisting her insides.
Moans gushed from her as he pulled her knees up, sharpening the angle of her core around him so that he could penetrate her more deeply. He knew how to play her body with expertise, rubbing that knot of pleasure inside of her until she popped.
Towering over her again, his body flexed and rolled, calling to her like a search light in the haze. She leaned into him, tongue peeking out tentatively to capture some of the honey still smeared across his chest. Her mouth skated over his skin, teeth finding his nipple.
His inhuman groan rattled the livewire inside of her.
Chastain always seemed on the brink of transformation, like she drew the animal out of him or barely kept him at bay.
One of these days she’d break him loose, and he’d make her like him.
Her thighs spread wider; trembling in preparation, ready to come at his command.
God, the jerk of his cock meant soon. She whimpered in submission as he whispered the command into her ear, heavy across her skin, restricting around her until she burst, clamping and grabbing him as he worked through her, ravaging her pleasure.
His final burst inside of her flung her against him, barely able to breathe.
Shanna stroked her back. The residue between them a promise for more. His fingers reaffirming her thoughts.