Page 70 of Entangled with a Mountain Man

His fingers dig into my flesh, his tongue working in a maddening rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I'm teetering on the brink, desperate for release.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he growls, his breath hot against my slick skin.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking the swollen nub, and I lose myself in a wave of ecstasy.

"Oh God, Everett!" I cry out, hoping I don't wake the twins.

He groans, his cock twitching against my thigh, and I wrap my hands around his dick.

"Fuck!"

I pump, trying to drive him wild. His lips capture mine in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling, and my fingers slide over his swollen tip, smearing the bead of moisture there.

I stroke him faster, his cock pulsing in my hand, his lips trailing down my neck.

He growls, deep and feral, his hips jerking against my palm.

"Now, Everett. Now!"

He grabs my hips, flipping me onto my belly. He pulls me up onto my knees, positioning himself behind me. I feel his thick, hot head against my entrance, and I hold my breath.

He teases me, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slick folds, coating himself in my juices. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, desperate to feel him inside me.

Everett leans over me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot in my ear.

"You ready?"

"Fuck, Everett, yes!"

"Beg me," he growls, his lips brushing my ear.

"Please, Everett," I whimper. "Please, fuck me."

"Good girl," he purrs, nipping my earlobe.

The praise sends a shiver down my spine.

His cock thrusts forward, the tip sliding easily into my slick channel. He's huge. Thick and throbbing. I gasp at the delicious stretch as he fills me.

My pussy clenches around him, and he groans.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough with pleasure.

He pulls back, his thick shaft gliding along my inner walls, drawing a low moan from my lips.

He snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, and we both cry out.

His fingers dig into my hips as he pumps, his cock stretching me, filling me.

"Oh, God, Everett," I moan, the pleasure almost unbearable.

"You like that, don't you, baby," he growls, his thumb finding my clit, his hips snapping forward.

"Yes..." I moan, "Right there..."

His fingers tighten on my hips, his cock driving deeper, faster, harder.

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