already aching for more as he left her wet channel. She pulled up to the tip and then crashed down again, their bodies finding a rhythm. Jeremy grasped her sensitive breasts more tightly, kneading her hard buds between his thumbs and fingers and she arched her back, letting her neck fall back, her long dark locks swaying behind her.
“Give it to me, baby. Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Yes, Jeremy. Yes.”
She dropped down on him and he thrust to meet her halfway. Harder, deeper.
“I want to mark you,” he said.
“Mark me?”
“I want to make you mine.”
“Now?”
“Forever.”
As she continued to grind down on him, she felt the tension welling within her core. Building. Growing tauter and tighter, more desperate.
Mark me? What does he mean by that?
She didn’t care. No, yes she did. There was too much happening, too much going on in her life right now to be marked. At least not right now, not until she knew what it meant…
“Can we wait?”
“Of course,” Jeremy growled.
They thrust to meet each other, and each time her pussy met the base of his cock, Bailey’s insides were wound tighter still. Then, Jeremy released her breasts and moved his hands up to her shoulders. He flexed upward as he pulled her down. The tension inside her grew too much to bear. Bailey knew she had been wound up to her breaking point. When she pulled up again, she was on the brink of release, and when Jeremy pulled her back down, thrusting inside of her, the wave of tension she had been holding back finally broke loose.
The dam didn’t just break, it exploded. Every ounce of tension that had welled within her let go in a single orgasmic burst. She came around his cock, and she knew he was coming, too. She could feel his hard shaft pulse inside of her. The waves of pleasure burst forth in a never-ending swell, radiating out from her in a liquefying force like an explosion of passion. Like pure unadulterated joy. Bailey continued to bob atop him, but now her every movement felt like she was surfing—surfing the wave that was Jeremy. Surfing the pleasure within her like it would never subside. As though it would radiate from deep within her forever.
“Tell me you feel it.”
“I feel it.”
“That’s the feeling of you and me.”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
“You’re my mate and I’ll never let you go. Do you hear me? Never.”
“Do you promise?” Bailey whimpered.
“I do.”
He pulled her down, and this time, instead of thrusting, he bent her all the way down to his chest, reaching up to kiss her lips, his cock still pulsing deep within her. Everything was liquid in her now. Everything was right. Everything was exactly as it was meant to be.
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Jeremy felt like a new man. He felt ready to take on the world, ready to conquer it. He treasured this brave woman and knew deep within his soul that there could be no other. Jeremy’s bear had spoken. Bailey was his mate. She felt so soft atop him, so full of life, so ready and capable. All he wanted to do was to protect her, to make everything in her world right. He never wanted to be apart from her again.
“Jeremy,” Bailey said softy, her head on his chest.
“Yes, babe.”
“I have to go now.”
“Don’t worry, the shop’s closed. Nobody’s coming.”
“You don’t understand. I have to go. I have to leave town. I can’t come back.”
“What are you taking about, Bailey?”
“The Petronis.”
“Let me handle the Petronis.”
She looked him in the eye. “You may be a bear, but they’re monsters.”
“And you’re not leaving town. Not for them. Not for anyone. Like I said, I’ll handle the Petronis.”
Jeremy gently raised Bailey’s hips above him and slid out from underneath her. Then he gathered her clothes and offered them to her. Jeremy didn’t want her to feel dirty or alone, lying there in the corner of the garage. That was the last thing he wanted for her. Especially under the terrible stress she must
“Give it to me, baby. Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Yes, Jeremy. Yes.”
She dropped down on him and he thrust to meet her halfway. Harder, deeper.
“I want to mark you,” he said.
“Mark me?”
“I want to make you mine.”
“Now?”
“Forever.”
As she continued to grind down on him, she felt the tension welling within her core. Building. Growing tauter and tighter, more desperate.
Mark me? What does he mean by that?
She didn’t care. No, yes she did. There was too much happening, too much going on in her life right now to be marked. At least not right now, not until she knew what it meant…
“Can we wait?”
“Of course,” Jeremy growled.
They thrust to meet each other, and each time her pussy met the base of his cock, Bailey’s insides were wound tighter still. Then, Jeremy released her breasts and moved his hands up to her shoulders. He flexed upward as he pulled her down. The tension inside her grew too much to bear. Bailey knew she had been wound up to her breaking point. When she pulled up again, she was on the brink of release, and when Jeremy pulled her back down, thrusting inside of her, the wave of tension she had been holding back finally broke loose.
The dam didn’t just break, it exploded. Every ounce of tension that had welled within her let go in a single orgasmic burst. She came around his cock, and she knew he was coming, too. She could feel his hard shaft pulse inside of her. The waves of pleasure burst forth in a never-ending swell, radiating out from her in a liquefying force like an explosion of passion. Like pure unadulterated joy. Bailey continued to bob atop him, but now her every movement felt like she was surfing—surfing the wave that was Jeremy. Surfing the pleasure within her like it would never subside. As though it would radiate from deep within her forever.
“Tell me you feel it.”
“I feel it.”
“That’s the feeling of you and me.”
“Yes, Jeremy.”
“You’re my mate and I’ll never let you go. Do you hear me? Never.”
“Do you promise?” Bailey whimpered.
“I do.”
He pulled her down, and this time, instead of thrusting, he bent her all the way down to his chest, reaching up to kiss her lips, his cock still pulsing deep within her. Everything was liquid in her now. Everything was right. Everything was exactly as it was meant to be.
************************
Jeremy felt like a new man. He felt ready to take on the world, ready to conquer it. He treasured this brave woman and knew deep within his soul that there could be no other. Jeremy’s bear had spoken. Bailey was his mate. She felt so soft atop him, so full of life, so ready and capable. All he wanted to do was to protect her, to make everything in her world right. He never wanted to be apart from her again.
“Jeremy,” Bailey said softy, her head on his chest.
“Yes, babe.”
“I have to go now.”
“Don’t worry, the shop’s closed. Nobody’s coming.”
“You don’t understand. I have to go. I have to leave town. I can’t come back.”
“What are you taking about, Bailey?”
“The Petronis.”
“Let me handle the Petronis.”
She looked him in the eye. “You may be a bear, but they’re monsters.”
“And you’re not leaving town. Not for them. Not for anyone. Like I said, I’ll handle the Petronis.”
Jeremy gently raised Bailey’s hips above him and slid out from underneath her. Then he gathered her clothes and offered them to her. Jeremy didn’t want her to feel dirty or alone, lying there in the corner of the garage. That was the last thing he wanted for her. Especially under the terrible stress she must
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