Page 32 of Bear with Me

“You’re taking too long,” he muttered and grabbed her foot, tugging her to the end of the bed. He had her as naked as he was in a matter of minutes. Then he used her foot to flip her onto her stomach. “Hand and knees.”

“I thought you were going to gorge on me,” she reminded him, glancing over her shoulder as she followed his command.

“Oh, I am.” He went to his knees behind her, pressed her thighs wider, then ran his tongue along her sex. “Delicious, love. Absolutely, fucking delicious.”

Chapter Fourteen

Brock made Jemma scream with just his mouth. Then he used his fingers to give her another orgasm before using his mouth again. He couldn’t get enough. He’d nearly lost his mind when he’d walked in and found her close with Milo. Not that he didn’t trust her. It was more of the fact they’d just mated, just accepted what they were to one another. Seeing another male, a single male, touching her riled every possessive instinct Brock and his bear possessed.

“Brock!”

He knew what she wanted. He wanted it, too. Standing, he aligned his cock with her opening and thrust deep. He groaned at the sensation of her wrapping around him. Wet, tight heat. Like a squeezed fist he had to fight in and out of. It was exquisite torture. He worried the grip he had on her hips would leave a bruise, yet he couldn’t release her.

“You feel so good.”

“Yes!” she agreed. “So good.”

He reached around her hips and slipped his hand to the top of her sex, finding her clit with his fingers.

“Oh, God!”

“That’s it. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

She moaned, dropping her chest to the bed and fisting the covers as she rocked back into every thrust. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Come, Jemma!” he ordered, and she shuddered beneath him, her sex tightening like a vise, locking around him and making it hard to continue pumping. She whimpered as she came, sounds of satisfaction spilling from her throat. He climaxed with a roar, filling her with his seed, knowing it was too soon for them to create life, but part of him wishing for it anyway. They needed time with each other. Still, the thought of a little girl who looked like her mother made Brock’s heart melt.

He barely managed to pull out and tumble to the bed beside her before his legs gave out.

“I don’t think I can move,” she mumbled, lying completely still beside him. She’d collapsed onto her side and not moved.

He forced himself up the bed until he was no longer hanging half off, taking Jemma with him. He finally settled then tugged her against his chest.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t been too rough. His mate had been a virgin when he’d first taken her earlier. And he hadn’t been easy on her.

“Maybe,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes. “If you let me rest for a bit, you can do it again.”

“Jemma,” he scolded.

She peeked open one eye.

“Did I hurt you?” he repeated.

“No, I’m fine. Your ginormous penis is great.”

He snorted a laugh. “Ginormous, huh?”

“Mmm,” she agreed, eyes closed again.

“Are you going to sleep on me?”

“Maybe.” She blinked her blue eyes back open briefly. “You wear me out.”

He tugged her until she lay on his chest, her head in his neck. “I missed not waking up with you cuddled up with me like this.”

“We’ll make up for it now. Go to sleep.” She wrapped her arms around him. “We’ll wake up just like this.” She wiggled her hips. “Or maybe, you can wake me with your mouth doing wicked things to me.”

“I could definitely do that,” he agreed. “Are you and Helen close friends?”

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