Page 20 of Single-Dad: The Mountain Man

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, his husky voice laced with the strain of holding back.

Holding back from unleashing his desire to check on me is no doubt difficult, and that’s what makes him so special. He always puts me first. Even holding back from touching me for all these years was from the same drive—he was worried that hurting my brother would inadvertently hurt me. I know this, I’ve always known this.

But now I want him to unleash his desire.

“Yes. I want you more than ever. So, take me,” I plead.

“Shit, forgot the rubbers,” he groans.

I touch his arm. “Leave them.”

He stares with adoration before he rubs his flared head against my folds, making me shudder with excitement and fear.

The fear is primal, something beyond anything I’d be able to rationalize. It’s as if I’m intoxicated by the sight, smell, and lingering taste of him on my lips. But it’s a fear of losing and gaining.

And then there’s a burning need that thrums through me because I know we’re about to be one.

He moves. I draw in a breath—Shane is inside me—and gasp at the sensation.

Shane’s cock!

Gradually, he pushes his hips forward, piercing me with a hot spike. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth, but then I feel his hand on my face.

“You okay, angel?”

Opening my eyes, I stare up at his concerned expression.

“Yes,” I nod.

“I’ll go slow,” he says, sinking further into me. “I want to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

I dig my nails into his arms with one hand, causing him to hiss out a breath. With the other, I reach for his shaft as it slides into me. Gripping it, I slide my fingers along the pre-cum coating his flesh, then bring my hand to my mouth.

“I liked your taste earlier, I couldn’t wait to try it again.”

“Oh, angel, you’re making me lose my damn mind,” he says through gritted teeth.

He draws out of me and shoves in deeper and does this a few more times, getting me used to his length, his girth, and the rhythm of his thrusts.

I know he wants to let loose and pound into me, but just like when we were sparring, he doesn’t want to overwhelm, dominate or destroy me.

I’m his woman.

He wants to deepen our connection and that means nurturing my body with his, being present each time he ruts into me. Even as I close my eyes and allow sensations to wash over me, I feel him watching, being aware as he too rides undulating waves of gratification.

Soon our bodies move in perfect harmony, and he thrusts into me with more gusto. And even with his weight crushing my ass into the mattress, I feel safer than ever.

His pubic bone rubs against my clit, making me delirious with desire. He knows my body, unshackles my innermost urges, and fulfills them with each powerful thrust.

“Shane, you’re going to make me come!” I cry, feeling every cell in my body come unglued.

I spasm around his dick as he buries himself into me, arching and claiming me with all his strength.

“Me too, angel!” he shouts.

I come.

My body locks onto his as our limbs entangle and lips seek each other. I clench with such intensity that I shatter into a million pieces, but his powerful hands hold me together.

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