Free Entranced (A PowerUp! Story) by Marie Harte Page A

started pumping into her mouth, small bits of his seed coating her tongue.
    “I’m gonna shoot hard inside you.” He sounded drunk. “Heather. Damn, girl. I knew you’d be like this. So beautiful. So fucking tempting. God, I want to eat you, then shove my cock deep and fill you all up.”
    He continued to tell her the many ways he intended to pleasure her as she gave him what he needed. Heather took as much joy from the giving as he did from the blowjob. And then he shouted and came down her throat, his hands hard on her head.
    “Coming. Coming so hard,” he groaned and emptied into her mouth.
    She swallowed him all, in lust and scarily in love with the large man finally starting to heal. Oh my God. In love. Wasn’t it too early to fall this hard this fast? This close to him, her energy felt the many places where he’d given of himself, only to be hurt in return. She couldn’t heal all of him, and she knew she shouldn’t. Much of what Jack had sacrificed over his lifetime made him the man he was today. But that psychic wound Melissa had left scarred unnaturally.
    Heather gave him back the heart that had been ripped apart, what should never have been taken to begin with.
    He shuddered as she sucked the last bit of cum from him, then pulled away. Heather stroked him with her hand, amazed to find him still half-hard and hotter than fire.
    The chill of night bit through her clothes, and she shivered, caught in the spicy taste of Jack Keiser and the mountain air.
    “That was so fucking good.” Jack sighed.
    She couldn’t see him with the flashlight off, could only hear his heavy breathing as he recovered from his orgasm. He didn’t bother pulling up his jeans, but he had to be cold.
    “Do you want me to zip you up?” she asked softly, knowing he had to be near sleep.
    “Not yet.”
    He shocked her with his fast movements. In the course of a few moves, she somehow found herself under him, her shirt and bra off and her jeans parting under his clever hands.
    “Jack. It’s cold.” But not the reason for her hard nipples.
    “You’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked, a slight slur in his words belying his fast movements.
    She felt bad for taking advantage of him, but he’d needed her help. Before she could answer, he shoved her jeans and underwear down to her thighs and put a finger inside her. She gasped at the intrusion, instinctively squeezing him inside her to keep him close.
    “Oh yeah. Wet and hot. You little tease. You know how much I want to eat this fine pussy.”
    He should have been worn-out from what she’d done. Instead he seemed more than ready to continue their loving.
    “Jack,” she protested. “You should rest…”
    “Not until I’m done. I need you.” He kissed her into silence, his finger moving in and out of her in slow thrusts. She squirmed, unable to help herself as he grazed her clit time and time again.
    Jack left her mouth and fastened his mouth to her breast.
    She would have shot off the ground if she’d had the strength. As it was, she managed to push more of her nipple into his mouth.
    “You like that. Good, me too,” he murmured, and she swore she felt him smile against her as he spoke.
    He continued to suck before turning to her other breast. His finger withdrew from inside her, but before she could mourn the loss, he found her clit and started rubbing.
    She moaned and pleaded, begging him to end it. God, she needed to come.
    “Not until I taste you,” he promised. “Then you can come around me.”
    Hardly able to understand past the swirling energy raging inside her, she was dimly aware of him kissing his way down her belly. And then his lips were there, and he sucked her clit deep.
    “Jack,” she sobbed, overwhelmed. The man vibrated with psychic need. No longer in pain, but in desperation to connect. Except he’d already bonded to her on a level she couldn’t explain. As he’d said, it was as if they knew each other, had known each other, for years. He found her