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

sweet spots, and she knew how much he liked to be teased, excited, even challenged.
    “Come over my mouth. Let me eat your pretty cunt,” he rasped, and his dirty talk enflamed her arousal.
    Before she could obey him, because God knew her body wanted nothing more than to explode, he licked her once more, then left her.
    “Jack, no…”
    “Shh. It’s okay. That’s it.” He covered her and plunged deep in the span of a heartbeat. Then nothing about him gentled. Jack fucked her hard, kissing her while his tongue invaded her mouth and he owned her body. “Let me fill you up, baby. All mine. Damn.”
    He rammed deep, and she couldn’t stop herself from coming hard, gripping him tight.
    The pleasure so intense she saw stars, and she continued to come until he ground against her and cried out, spilling inside her. He gripped her hips to hold her tight, and she swore she felt him touch her womb. Impossible, yet he stretched her, leaving her completely full of nothing but Jack.
    He pumped a few more times before stilling, and then he rained kisses over her cheeks, her chin, her lips. He kissed her shoulders and the top of her breasts, and then he leaned up, levering his weight off her.
    “I wish I could see you right now,” he said, his voice thick. He kissed her again. “You taste so fucking sweet. Heather, God, you’re amazing.”
    She gave a weak laugh. “No, that’s you. I can’t believe you came twice like that. Are you always so…raring to go?”
    “Ha. I like that.” He chuckled and then moaned as he withdrew. “I left a big mess. I wish I had the strength to go again.”
    She heard him yawn. Finally. He was human after all. So much energy passed between them, yet the man had been capable of two massive orgasms.
    “Need to…clean you up.” He rolled to his side but didn’t move again.
    She heard heavy breathing and smiled. Then she felt moisture between her legs and swore. She hurried to find something to clean up with, determined not to sleep in the inevitable wet spot left by Mr. Studly.
    Except she stumbled in the dark, suddenly fatigued between one breath and the next. Even the ground under her, still throbbing with power, couldn’t overcome her weakness. She managed to find her shirt and cleaned herself before returning to the sleeping bag and the human heater breathing deeply beside her. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open and decided to use him as her personal mattress.
    Naked from the waist up, her jeans now around her waist but still unfastened, she pulled the sleeping bag over them and closed her eyes, hoping this newfound peace would last.
    * * * *
    Ernst Baer glared at his brother. The ass was fucking Nera in the town jail with the main door to the place wide open. Though most of the town had already gathered at Edda’s, their father might still come by and see. For all that Ernst believed in taking his pleasure wherever and whenever he felt like, he respected his father’s authority enough to know that the old man wouldn’t be pleased to see his son fucking the town whore in the same office where they conducted business.
    Ernst crossed to the front door to shut and lock it, but he didn’t stop watching as his brother pounded Nera against the wall until he came. As usual, thoughts of sex brought Heather Wurtz to mind. Fuck if he’d been able to screw anyone without seeing her in his mind’s eye. Nera, Holly, even Bettina paled next to Ida’s beautiful niece. Great-niece, he amended.
    How an old biddy like Ida could be related to someone as gorgeous as Heather still baffled him, but Heather’s connection to the old woman only emphasized how right she would look next to him. Sexy, smart, sweet, and a relation to one of the most powerful women in the village. Heather had finally returned to the place of her mother’s birth, and if Ernst had any say in it, she wouldn’t be leaving.
    As usual, thoughts of Heather had him hard. His brother wanted her too, but Klaus always played