Page 16 of Mountain Man's Redemption

Garrett’s past is darker than I could have imagined, but it doesn’t change my feelings for him. This man is a protective giant, loyal and kind, and I want him more than anything. Nothing else matters. My family. Plainville. Every crappy thing that has happened over the past month. It was all worth it because it led me here, to this gorgeous mountain man.

“I need to kiss you again, sugar.” His voice is deep and urgent. “Fuck, I need you.”

His arms loop around me, gripping me tight as he crushes his lips to mine. And just like that, I’m all his. I run my hands through his hair, kissing him back until I can hardly breathe. His tongue delves inside my mouth, warm and desperate, sliding against mine as he scoops me into his arms and carries me into his bedroom. It smells like him—pine and musk—and I shudder with anticipation as he pushes me back onto the bed, climbingon top of me. His huge body covers mine completely, making me feel tiny beneath him. Powerless. But it feels so right. So good.

“Fuck, I want you so badly,” Garrett grunts against my ear, his hands grabbing at my sweater. “You have no idea…”

His words sizzle through my veins, heat blooming between my legs as he yanks off my sweater, tossing it on the floor. Then he unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal his thick, muscular chest. Tattoos swirl up his bulging arms, and I stare at him in awe, my heart pounding as he reaches around me to unclip my bra. I help him unhook the straps, and it joins the rest of our clothes on the floor, leaving me topless beneath Garrett’s hungry gaze.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He runs his hands over my breasts, and I shudder as his fingers graze my nipples, sending a spasm of pleasure through me. I’ve never been touched like this before, but it’s hard to feel self-conscious when Garrett is looking at me like this. His eyes are molten, raw with lust as he unzips my jeans, pulling them down my legs until I’m wearing nothing but my panties. He bends his neck, pressing kisses down the softness of my belly, his lips getting closer and closer to the waistband of my panties…

I gasp as he slides off my final layer of clothing, his eyes roaming every inch of my naked body. I’m confident in my curves, but it’s still overwhelming to be exposed like a raw nerve, laid out in front of him like this.

“You okay, sugar?” he asks, reaching down to stroke my hair.

“Yes. I’ve just…never done any of this before.”

Garrett makes a noise deep in his throat. “Neither have I, sugar. Never been with anyone before. Never cared either. But your curves have been driving me crazy since I met you.” He kisses me hard on the mouth, then pulls back to look at me. “You’re so fucking pretty, Daphne.”

I shiver with pleasure, my fear giving way to desire as Garrett runs his hot tongue down my body, down, down, down until he reaches my clit. Then he pushes my legs apart and buries his head between them.

Oh!

I throw my head back, gasping as Garrett’s tongue teases my clit. He licks it gently at first, experimentally, before sucking hard on the sensitive bud. My hips buck, my whole body shuddering with pleasure as he worships my clit. His beard is rough against my core, his lips merciless.

“Oh, yes!” I cry, clawing at the sheets as he presses two fingers against my entrance. He pushes them inside me in one smooth motion, pumping them in and out as he sucks harder on my clit. The rhythm is dizzying. It’s too much. I can feel myself coming undone, my walls tightening around Garrett’s fingers, clit throbbing with anticipation. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling tight.

“Oh! Garrett!”

With a cry of release, I come hard, waves of pleasure crashing through me. But Garrett doesn’t let up. He draws out every second of my orgasm, licking me dry until he finally comes up for air.

“Good girl,” he says breathlessly. “You taste amazing, sugar.”

His beard glistens with my juices, and I look up at him dazedly as he gets off the bed and unbuckles his jeans, kicking them off. His thick bulge strains against his boxers, and a rush of desire pools between my thighs as he pulls them down, his huge cock springing free.

Holy crap.

It’s just as big as the rest of him. He stands at the foot of the bed, looming over me like a giant, and I feel a spasm of need deep in my body. It’s instinctive. Something primal that I’ve never felt before.

I want him inside me.

I need it.

“You ready for me, Daphne?” he asks, eyes fixed on mine.

“More than ready.”

In an instant, Garrett is on top of me again, positioning himself between my legs. I feel the hard tip of his cock poke against me, and I open my legs wider, wrapping them around his hips. He feels strong and secure, and I grip his shoulders tight, breathing him in.

He inches inside me, his huge length stretching me open, making my eyes water as he fills my pussy. Every time I think he must be done, he pushes deeper, until he finally bottoms out with a deep groan.

“How do you feel?” he asks. “Am I hurting you?”

I wriggle around his cock, trying to adjust to its size. “No, it doesn’t hurt. I just need to get used to it.”

“I’ll get you used to it, sugar. Don’t worry about that.”

I giggle, but it quickly turns to a moan as Garrett starts to move inside me. He thrusts his hips slowly, gritting his teeth like he’s holding himself back, and with every movement, my pleasure increases.

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