Page 13 of Destined for the Mountain Man

He peels my bra below my breasts, then reaches under me to undo it. The second I feel it loosen, I toss it to the side and kiss his forehead while tugging at his shirt. He tosses it and welcomes my hands over his thick biceps, his broad shoulders, the muscles of his back.

“That feels good, baby,” he croons while rubbing his beard between my breasts while licking and kissing my skin. I grind against him, wanting to feel everything he’s offering.

“Please,” I whimper.

Grant groans and turns his head to suck my nipple between his teeth. His tongue flicks and teases, pulling moans from my throat as I grip his hair and keep lifting my hips. I want him. I’m uncomfortably wet and his patience is eroding mine. His hand smooths down my belly until he pops the button on my jeans and undoes my zipper.

I’m ready to strip myself, but Grant lavishes my other breast with affection, kissing licking, sucking, working me up until I’m dizzy with lust itself. I barely realize he’s stripping me of my pants and underwear until I kick out of them.

Grant sits back and looks me over. I try to cover myself and he doesn’t stop me. He just spreads my legs a bit and kisses the inside of my left thigh. “If it’s too much, tell me.”

“It’s not enough,” I beg.

Grant gently bites my inner thigh, then spreads my legs a little more. “You’re hiding my destination, baby.”

“No one has ever ...” but that excuse doesn’t seem like it matters. I’m not afraid of Grant. I’m not afraid of being with him. I slowly pull my hand away and Grant pulls my thigh over his shoulder, letting out a low growl.

“Fucking hell, Charlotte. You’re perfect for me,” he says.

Before I can answer, he licks over my pussy. I gasp and push myself up onto my elbows to watch him. His green eyes snare mine and he licks again, slow and deliberate as my legs shake and my toes curl. This is going to be perfect.

Chapter 10 - Grant

If her kisses are heaven, her pussy is ecstasy. She tastes so damn good. I try to go slow, but when she bucks against me, I lose that restraint. I grip her ass, lift her up and show her everything my tongue and lips can do. I swirl my tongue around her clit, suck, then lick from her entrance to her clit over and over, getting dizzy on her moans, her whimpers, and her taste.

“Grant,” she moans.

I almost pause, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she just tightens her hand in my hair. I groan and increase the pace, feasting on her the way I need, using her moans and needs to guide me.

“Oh, oh, just like that. Please, please-”

I pull her tighter against my face until she comes for me, panting my name as her heel presses into my back, forcing me against her pussy. I lap at her entrance, curling my tongue until she shivers for me.

Licking up her body, I turn and suck her nipple again, swirling my tongue the same way until Charlotte turns me to kiss her. She tugs at my belt, struggling to get my jeans undone. I grin against her mouth.

“Good?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes. Now it’s my turn.”

I nibble her bottom lip and let her get my jeans undone. She pushes them down with my help until I’m naked with her. She hesitates, with her hand right above my cock. Her deep blue eyes meet mine, shrinking my world to this bed. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes, baby. Have whatever you want. Touch me however you want. I won’t ask you to do a damn thing that I won’t do,” I promise.

She strokes me gently, testing my restraint as her fingers wrap around me, exploring me. I slip my hand between her legs and gently push a finger into her. When I curl it, her back arches and she whimpers. I kiss her hungrily, using my tongue the same way I use my finger. When she lifts her hips against me, I work a second finger in and she pants.

“You won’t hurt me.”

“It might hurt the first time,” I warn. “Filling you that first time ... it could hurt. I know I’m big, so if it’s too much…”

“Stop stalling Grant, please. Please,” she pants.

I groan and pull her against me, grinding against her. I pull away to grab a condom, slide it on, then pull her to the edge of the bed, making her giggle. She watches me without fear, just need. She nibbles her bottom lip and strokes over my chest.

Guiding myself to her entrance, I pause. “Are you-”

“Yes! Either you slide into me, or I am going to ...”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish her comment. I fill her slowly. She shudders and her lips part on a silent moan as she arches back. She grips the sheets as she grinds against me. I gently ease out of her, then thrust again.

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