Page 17 of Mountain Man's Redemption

“That feels good,” I gasp. “You can go faster.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With a sharp inhale, Garrett fucks me harder, his cock slapping into me in a desperate rhythm. He presses me down into the mattress, his body trapping mine, forcing me to take it.

“Look at me, Daphne.”

I do as he asks, losing myself in those burning brown eyes as our bodies slam together, my hips bucking in time with his until I’m sobbing with pleasure. The bed creaks as we move, our sweaty skin smacking with every thrust. I don’t know where he ends and I begin, but I love it. His cock pounds me, hitting nerves I never knew existed, turning me into a quivering mess.

“Good girl,” Garrett grunts, eyes feral. “Take my cock. Just like that.”

I nod, sobbing as he claims my body, filling me up again and again.

“You’re mine, sugar,” he says. “Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Garrett.”

With a groan of approval, he leans in to kiss me. He tastes like sex, raw and primal, and my legs tremble as I get closer to the edge, pleasure threatening to consume me. I whimper against Garrett’s lips. He must know I’m close because his thrusts turn frenzied. His hands grip mine, pinning them either side of my head as he fucks me harder, harder…

The world explodes and I scream against Garrett’s mouth, every nerve in my body pulsing with pure pleasure. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had, rocketing through me from head to toe. Garrett pulls back to look at me, watching as I come for him, and as our eyes meet, a heady thought hits me like an avalanche.

I love this man.

I love him.

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GARRETT

I watchas Daphne comes undone for me, her pretty face blushing with pleasure. I’ve been holding back, desperate to make her come first, but now I can feel my control slipping. Her tight hole throbs around my cock, squeezing tight, and my rhythm turns jerky.

“Fuck, sugar, I’m gonna come.”

A hoarse cry rips from my throat, and my cock explodes, spilling cum deep inside my girl’s sweet pussy. Those pretty blue eyes never once leave mine as I fill her up, and when I’m finally spent, Daphne smiles up at me.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

“That was amazing,” she says.

I grunt in agreement, rolling onto my side and pulling her back against me. “You were perfect, sugar.”

“So were you.”

Her body is warm and soft against mine, and I breathe in the smell of her hair, like raspberries and cream. We’re sweaty and messy from sex, but I’m not ready to let go of her yet. I want to hold her like this forever, listening to her breathing as it gradually returns to normal.

“You know,” Daphne says teasingly, “I haven’t been getting much painting done.”

“Sorry about that.” I smile, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “You know, I only commissioned the painting because I wanted an excuse to see you again.”

Daphne rolls over to face me, eyebrows raised. “No way!”

I chuckle at her disbelief. “I figured it was obvious. After I brought back your glove, I needed a reason to see you again. One look at you was all it took, sugar.”

“It was the same for me.” Her eyes twinkle. “When I saw you in the bakery, it felt like the whole world got turned upside down.”

“Goddammit, you’re cute. That’s exactly how it was for me, too.”

I reach out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, taking in every detail of her face.

How the hell did I end up in bed with this perfect woman?

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