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turning off and her pussy waking up. Not that the little tramp was ever asleep. But Becca felt parts waking up like she hadn’t in a long time. She was a mature woman making a slightly intoxicated decision to spend an adult evening enjoying adult activities.
    “Anything?”
    Her voice was husky as he started kissing down the line of her neck. Becca tilted her neck to give him better access. His hands moved over her stomach and then slid up confidently to cup her breasts.
    Becca let her head drop back to his shoulder and gave herself over to the man who seemed to know his way around the female body.
    His hands were sure and confident as he molded her breasts, dragging his thumbs over her nipples, teasing her to a slow burn.

Chapter 6
    “ T hese breasts are magnificent . I can’t wait to taste them.”
    Angel was proud that he was still managing to speak and not just growl at the woman in his arms. From the moment he walked her out of the bar, he’d been waiting for her to change her mind. His bear was insistent that they were spending the night with her. Angel wasn’t about to deny him something that he could so easily give.
    The woman he’d watched sway and rock on the dance floor was shaped like a pinup girl. All hips, ass, and tits. Even drunk he could see that she was just the type he would imagine when he was jacking himself off. Spank bank material for sure.
    The delicious aroma had drawn him across the crowded bar. He hadn’t known it was her that he smelled until he got close enough. Then his bear got loud telling him he had to get closer; he wanted a better look at the woman. Instead, the moment he got near her he had his hands on her. The feel of her under his palms made him forget to get a better look at her.
    Angel thought she was pretty; he’d seen her dancing with her friend. She looked like a school teacher, a naughty one, while she danced. Her ample ass was swinging back and forth, and she had on a pair of probably practical high heels that still did amazing things for her legs.
    Normally, if he had been with his crew, he would have talked a big game and then chickened out on approaching a woman like her. The young girls were always trying to get his attention, but there wasn’t any challenge there. Angel figured being part animal made him want to chase his prey, so he didn’t beat himself up over his thoughts. The woman he wanted could easily turn him down without much effort. So when he approached, he put his game on heavy. He told her what he was thinking, that her ass was rocking, and he wanted to fuck her.
    Bold move, sure, but it worked.
    Now he had her in a motel room, her sweet ass pressed against his dick, and two handfuls of heavy tits he needed to taste. He’d proudly replay his conquest the next morning after he’d gotten a taste of the sweet smelling woman in his arms.
    Angel walked her towards the bed, slipping the buttons on her blouse as he went. He kissed the skin he exposed, slipping the soft fabric off her shoulders. The woman in front of him was pliable, warm, and he could smell how wet she was for him. It had his head spinning, and his bear loudly telling him to get on with it.
    Angel dropped the shirt to the floor and reached for the hook of Becca’s bra. With a flick, he had it unlatched, and she was sliding it down her arms.
    Putting his hands back where they started, Angel couldn’t hold back the growl at touching the soft skin of her large breasts. Her nipples were puckered under his palms, and he rolled them between his thumb and finger giving each one a squeeze. He heard her hiss, and the sound made man and bear both want to roar.
    “Like that?”
    “Yes, so much,” she breathed.
    Angel squeezed a little harder, testing her. The gasp he heard this time was sharper, more pain less pleasure.
    “Take it, Becca. Show me you can take a little more than you normally like, and I promise I will make it worth it. Right to the edge, baby, I can take you right to the point of