He reached between her thighs and dipped his forefinger into her slit. She gasped as he penetrated her. “You like to be tied up, period. Don’t you? You’re so damn wet,” he grated out. He bent, lowering over her bound form, and slid his finger out of her vagina. He pushed the ridge of i
t between her labia, rubbing her in a bull’s-eye fashion. Her feet twitched upward in the air at the exciting sensation. She saw his heavy erection flick upward behind the thin, insubstantial fabric of his pajama bottoms. He grunted and reached beneath the low waistband, whisking the length of his cock out of the garment. She moaned. His cock was swollen and flushed, the surface tension of it seemingly as taut as the ropes he’d put on her body. For a tense, thrilling moment, he jacked himself firmly from root to tip, twisting his hand slightly just below the fat, delineated head with each pass. All the while, he stimulated her clit. She stared at him, lust-drunk. She felt so much in those moments, and was helpless to do anything but allow it . . . to drown in it.
He straightened after a moment, his mouth shaping into a snarl. He cupped his firm, round testicles on the last pass of his hand, squeezing them tautly, the stalk of his cock rising high in the air. Heat flashed through her. He’d been right to turn up the air-conditioning. He withdrew his finger from between her lubricated labia, and she suppressed a whimper.
“I’m going to have you now.”
Her breath hitched at his grim proclamation. He shoved the pajama bottoms the rest of the way down his long, powerful legs. He stood next to the bed. She watched anxiously as his flagrant erection bounced slightly in the air when he stood. He reached for the bedside table drawer. A moment later, he rolled a condom onto his protruding cock.
He was going to fuck her without mercy now.
She thought she’d die from the sharpness of her anxious excitement. He reached into the bedside drawer and withdrew a length of black fabric. He stepped toward her.
“I’m going to blindfold you for this first part.” Maybe he noticed her flash of disappointment. She’d been anticipating watching him lose control while he took pleasure in her body. “I told you, this part is just for me. Selfishness has its place, Harper,” he added more softly. Her gaze flicked to his face. What he’d said was so strange. He knew she despised selfishness in men. So why was it that his deliberate, planned selfishness sent a shiver of forbidden excitement through her?
No sooner had she nodded in agreement than he was whisking the scarf around her head. He didn’t tie it tight. Her eyes opened behind the soft material, but she was well and truly blinded. A frisson of panic splintered her intense arousal. Then she felt the mattress lower as he came onto the bed. He touched her bare knees, letting her know he was between her thighs. She felt his weight shift forward between her widely spread legs. A choked sound escaped her throat. Her body started to vibrate subtly with nervous arousal. The anticipation was killing her. But he didn’t make her wait long.
His fingers spread her slit, and she felt the steely pressure of his cockhead at her entrance. He kept one hand on her knee and rolled her hips back slightly to get a good angle. He started to penetrate her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, lifting her head off the pillow.
“Hush,” he ground out, and he pushed his cock several inches into her. She gave a broken cry. His other hand came up to her knee. Her flesh resisted his swollen member one moment, and then melted around it the next. He sawed his hips firmly, fucking her for a moment with the first half of his cock. A low growl vibrated in his throat.
“Your pussy is hot. And sweet,” he growled. She had a vision of him watching himself pierce her, his eyes glittering with lust, his hard, beautiful mouth twisted into a snarl. Heat rushed through her at the imagined image.
“Yeah, that feels good,” he rasped.
He thrust harder, and she gasped. She felt his hands come down on the mattress next to her head. For a moment, he didn’t move, his pelvis and balls smashed tightly against her outer sex, his cock fully submerged. Harper panted, overwhelmed by the sensation of him throbbing deep inside her.
“Harper,” he rasped.
“Yes?” she managed in a quivery voice. It was strange the way he’d said her name. It wasn’t really a question. More like a declaration . . .
A satisfied one.
“Press your knees a little further into your chest with your hands,” he ordered tensely. Like her feet, her hands were free. She did what he’d demanded, grimacing slightly at the increase of pressure. His cock pressed impossibly higher and harder into her at the new angle. He must have thought the same thing, too, because he grunted in pleasure.
“This is going to feel so damn good,” he said.
He drew out of her and immediately plunged back. She cried out, but he didn’t pause. His pelvis began to slap against hers in a taut, rapid rhythm. She lay there, helpless in the restraint as he pounded into her. She screamed. It wasn’t something she could stop. The pressure building in her was too intense.
“Can you take it, Harper?”
He continued to fuck her as he snarled the question. She heard him say it through the cries of excitement that were popping out of her throat every time he crashed into her.
“Yes. God, yes,” burst out of her when he drove deep.
“Because you have to take it. You’re mine.”
Oh God. Her eyes clamped tight behind the blindfold. It was unbearable, but she wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything. Her entire world became the friction of his driving cock. It was like he was igniting a fire in her. She felt his feral focus on her, sensed it as if it were as real as an encompassing embrace. His grunts of pleasure and satisfaction only added fuel to her volatility.
He was so swollen and hard in her. She thought his arousal might verge on pain. She knew perfectly that he would explode first. And that, too, was fuel on the flame.
He drove deep. She felt his cock lurch viciously inside her. She gritted her teeth together, stifling an anguished cry. She wasn’t ready for him to leave her. Not yet. But he was about to come, and she craved that, as well.
A moment later, he jerked his cock out of her. She felt his elbow against her bare knee, and the subtle sensation of movement at the joint. He’d removed the condom and was jacking his cock. He grunted savagely, and her body tensed tight as a wire.
Her belly leapt at the first splash of his warm semen on her skin. She lay there, panting and undone, listening to the ominous, low growls that rattled his throat as he continued to ejaculate on her stomach, ribs, and lower breasts. It was the climax to a claiming, more than anything, and she suspected Jacob knew that. Her thought was confirmed when she felt him fall forward after a tense moment, both of his hands planted on the mattress next to her head.