Oh yeah

You struggle, but he's far too strong for you, forcing your thighs apart and holding your wrists with one hand. His other hand squeezes your flesh as you struggle, fondling your ripe tits through the lacy black bra that is all that is left untorn of your clothing. With a tug, he pulls it up, fully exposing your silky flesh, dropping his head to bite your nipples.

"Pierced! Aren't you the secret slut, Lisa?" he growls at you. "Oh you're ripe for fucking, aren't you bitch, I can feel you quivering for it." He's moving between your thighs, his stiff cock pressing against you. Sobbing and pleading with him, you struggle pathetically, but you can't stop your body from responding, your hips raising to welcome another fucking. Your frustration from your denied orgasm makes you shiver with need, and to your shame you know that you want him inside you again, ravishing you, taking you as a master takes a ****.

"Yes..." you whimper, "Yes...I need it...I need it so bad...take me...take me hard..."

"Anything to please a lady," he chuckles, his hand moving his cockhead between your wet folds. You arch your back and press yourself against him, your skin thrilling to the coarse feel of the bearskin, your cunt opening to his probing meat. He bites down on your stiff nipples and drives himself forward, his cock filling you to the hilt, forcing a screaming cry of ecstatic lust from you.

"Yesssss! Oh please yessss! Fuck me, master! Fuck me you big bad bear! Fuck me!" You can feel your denied orgasm flooding back, a wave of pleasure radiating from your impaled cunt that ripples through every part of your hyper-sensitized body, slashes through your battered mind.

"Yessss! God Yesss! I'm Coming! I'm Coming So Hard! Don't Stop! Don't Stop Fucking Me! Don't Stop! Oh God Don't Stop! I'll Kill You if You Stop!" Your screams of joyous release echo in the room, as his cock hammers into you, driving you against the bare floor, his body straining against you, trembling and shuddering with his own climax. Your legs are wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into you, rocking your hips against him to milk every drop of his hot seed. The two of you writhe and hump like maddened, feral animals, giving and taking pleasure, consumed by your ravenous needs.

Finally sated and empty, the two of you roll apart, panting with pleasured exertion. He's the first to get his breath back, and props himself on one elbow, looking at your ripe breasts still heaving with your gasps.

"Well, there's only one thing left to decide," he says, his voice teasing and soft. You reach a hand out and gently touch his face.

"What's that?" you ask with a little giggle.

"What to do with your body," he hisses with a voice cold and reptilian.