Page 25 of Bear with Me

“Brock, please.” How had she told him she’d never beg? Where had all her resolve gone? She was putty in his hands, at the mercy of every touch. The look in his eyes as he watched her said he knew it, too.

“You want to come for me?” he asked, keeping that insanely slow tempo. “Want to be a good girl for me? Soak my cock with your release?”

“Yes!” she all but screamed, desperate for whatever it took to send her flying.

“Who’s your mate, Jemma?”

“You! You are, Brock.”

“That’s right. Me,” he agreed. “This tight pussy is mine. Mine to fuck and pleasure. Only mine.”

She nodded frantically. She’d released the covers at some point and gripped his forearms instead, nails digging deep as she fought to move herself on his shaft. She needed more. Needed faster. Needed that missing something to help her reach the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.

“Every inch of you is mine,” he continued. “The next time you mouth off to me, I’m going to put you on your knees and fuck your mouth.”

She moaned, even though the thought shouldn’t turn her on.

“You like that idea, don’t you, baby girl? You want to suck my cock?”

“Oh, God!”

His chuckle was a husky wash of sound that sent shivers along her skin, making her nipples ache with how tight they were. He leaned in, pressing her legs so they were caught between his chest and hers. Her human body wasn’t meant to bend like that, but it was, and as he thrust deeper than he ever had, she screamed. Her orgasm wasn’t the soft easing she found at her own hand. This was pleasure and pain and dying. She was in her body but out of it. She heard his hungry growls but was too busy fighting for air to care. Everything went tight until it snapped. Her body clenched then went liquid around him. She more than soaked him. Her release spilled around him, coating her thighs and the bed beneath them.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

He eased off her, rubbing the muscles in her legs while tremors still worked through her.

“Roll over for me, baby.” He guided her with his hands on her hips until she lay on her stomach. “That’s it. Can you get on your knees for me?”

She struggled, but once again, he helped, those big hands gripping and lifting until he had her positioned the way he wanted. He pushed inside her, shafting deep in one glide. He pressed a palm against the small of her back while tugging on one hip, adjusting her until he sank impossibly deeper. She cried out while he groaned.

“Hold on to the bedding,” he ordered. “Tight.”

Then he fucked her. It was hard and fast. A primal mating. One that showed his dominance over his mate and made her bear bow to the animal inside him. Grunts and growls spilled alongside her cries and incoherent pleading. She wasn’t sure what she asked for, and it didn’t matter. Brock gave her everything she needed. He rutted her. She’d known he’d be the type of man who took charge, and maybe that was why she’d fought so hard to show him her independence. If left unchecked, a man like Brock Holloway would control every aspect of his mate. And not just in the bedroom.

She rose up on her knees, bringing him to halt as he moved with her, rising behind her. He reached around to cup one breast, finger and thumb pinching the hard tip and tugging on it. She turned her head to the side, reaching back with one hand to grasp his hair and urge his mouth to hers.

“Kiss me,” she commanded.

When he swept his tongue in, she challenged him for control, meeting his ferociousness with soft, lingering touches until he let her lead.

“I can’t wait to take your cock in my mouth,” she whispered as his lips trailed over her jaw and along her neck. “To taste you on my tongue.”

“Your sassy mouth will see that desire met often,” he promised.

“Mmm,” she agreed. “And your orders will see you with your head between my thighs.”

He groaned. “Fuck, yes. I’ll eat your sweet pussy any time you want me to.”

“Right now, I want you to come inside me. I want you to fill me up. Mark your territory, mate.”

He snarled, pulling out long enough to flip her onto her back on the bed before joining their bodies again. Within minutes, he was yelling. His cock thickened inside her as he came. He pulled out mid-orgasm, using his hand to work the rest of his release from his shaft. Hot spurts of cream coated her stomach and breasts as he slid up her body.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

She was happy to obey, opening wide and sticking her tongue out. He pressed the head against her lips and finished in her mouth. She brought her hands up to grasp his buttocks and urge him closer, sucking him gently as she tongued the hole to make sure she had every drop. It wasn’t just him she tasted, but herself, as well. She could gorge herself on it.

“Fuck! Careful. You’ll make me hard again.”

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