Free Make Me Forever by Beth Kery Page B

thought he didn’t want her? He was like a volcano of erupting need.
    She recognized they were moving and suddenly, he was spilling her back on the bed and coming down over her, unbuttoning her shirt even as he plucked and bit at her mouth. Somehow, they managed to get their clothes off—something that would seemingly have been impossible since they couldn’t keep their mouths and hands off each other.
    His tongue plunged between her lips at the same time that he pushed a finger into her sex. She moaned into his mouth, writhing beneath his solid, naked body while he penetrated her forcefully. Then he was pushing her hands above her head and pressing them down into the mattress.
    He stared down at her, fearsome and beautiful.
    “Tie me up,” she whispered.
    “I don’t need rope at the moment,” he replied grimly, rearing up over her. He pressed her hands harder into the mattress. “You’re not going anywhere. Are you?”
    “No, Jacob.”
    He pressed the head of his cock against her damp outer sex, finding her slit.
    “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
    “Yes. All of me. Forever, if you want me for it.”
    “Oh, I
want
,” he ground out.
    He thrust. She cried out at the impact of him. His face tightened in a rictus of pleasure . . . of feeling.
    “Harper,” he ground out, sounding wild. “I’m gonna have to fuck you so hard . . . hold you down and fuck you . . .”
    “Yes, yes. I’m yours to take. Prove to me it’s true. Prove to yourself.
Fuck
me,” she goaded mindlessly.
    Then he was pounding into her, slaking a need that might never be extinguished, only temporarily quenched. Harper knew she’d be there for him, whenever he needed it. Always. He had so much need, and he’d been left hungry so many times.
    He rocked her, the bed . . . her whole world. He took her as hard as he’d promised, his sexual hunger rabid at being held in abeyance for a period of time and sharpened by exposed need.
    By love.
    At one point, he halted his forceful strokes into her and kept his cock plunged deep. He shifted his grip, holding her wrists down with one hand and freeing his other. Rearing over her, he reached between their bodies. He rubbed her clit while she moaned shakily, holding her stare the whole time. He continued to stimulate her while he shifted his hips ever so slightly back and forth, fucking her with the tiniest, most electrical strokes. She gasped and burned beneath his fingertip, the pressure from his swollen, embedded cock making her eyes cross in cresting pleasure. Her eyelids flickered closed as she rose over the edge.
    “Open your eyes,” he said harshly. “Look at me.”
    She forced her eyelids open. She watched him as the first shudder of orgasm shook her. A convulsion tightened his big, rigid body. A roar ripped at his throat. She felt his warm semen spill into her while she shook in a seizure of bliss.
    He fell down over her, panting. He separated her arms, pressing her wrists down firmly into the mattress with both of his hands. He thrust his cock in and out of her, still ejaculating powerfully.
    A final shudder coursed through him. He winced, looking pained.
    “I want to fuck you forever,” he grated out, and she sensed his frustration that the peak of intimacy had passed, when he still felt so much inside. She shared in that longing. It was a kind of agony, to know she’d never be able to express fully in word or deed how much she felt for this man.
    He opened his eyelids and pinned her with his stare. “I’m going to tie you up in a minute and have you again.”
    “Yes,” she replied without hesitation.
    Something crossed his face then, something wild and vast and beautiful. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers.
    “I’ve waited so long to have you. I’m never going to let you go,” he grated out next to her lips.
    “I’m counting on that,” she said with a smile.
    He lifted his head slightly, and she saw the shiny, fiery quality of his eyes.
    “I love