Page 16 of A Very Grumpy Mountain Man

“You feel so good,” he growls against my skin.

His lips trail down my neck, and he nips at my collarbone. Shivers skate down my spine as he kisses lower. He cups my breasts, and I gasp, arching into his hands. His smirk is so damn hot.

I lick my lips as his head lowers and his hot breath fans over my sensitive nipples. A second later, his tongue licks over a sensitive bud. I moan, clutching his head.

“So responsive,” he mutters as his mouth moves to my other breast.

“That feels so good,” I whimper.

Kye grins as he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks. He licks and nips at my breasts until I’m a panting, needy mess. I’m so close to coming, balancing on the razor edge. All I need is a little more attention, a little more pressure between my legs, and…

“Kye!” I shout as he nips at the underside of my breast.

He scoots lower, moving down my body, leaving kisses and licks in his wake. Nudging my thighs wider apart, he settles between them. I shift onto my elbows to watch as he spreads my lower lips with his long fingers.

His thumb rubs my sensitive clit, and my legs snap shut around his head.

“Easy,” he says as he pries my thighs away and presses them into the mattress.

“It’s too much,” I gasp.

“It’s going to be good,” he assures me.

“Yes. Now come up here,” I plead, grabbing his arm and tugging him up.

“I’m not done here.”

“Kye,” I beg.

But he’s too distracted by my pussy to listen to me. He buries his head between my thighs, and I cry out as he eats me like I’m a five-course meal and he’s starving.

“Kye… Kye…Kye!” I shout, coming so hard that I see stars.

He grips my thighs, pinning me to the bed as he licks up every last drop of my release. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I squirm underneath him.

“Please!” I cry out.

He chuckles as he kisses my clit one last time before prowling up my body. “Ready for me?”

I nod enthusiastically.

He kisses me as he pushes inside my tight channel. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. His cock presses against myvirginity, and we both tense. He stares down at me, and I can’t read the expression on his face.

“Oh, yeah… I probably should’ve mentioned that I’m a virgin,” I say, my face on fire.

“Yeah. Got that.”

I wonder if that’s going to be a problem. A second later, I have my answer.

“Mine,” he says as he thrusts forward, breaking through my virginity with a decisive punch of his hips.

I gasp, my nails digging into his arms as I hold onto him. He holds perfectly still, letting me adjust to his large size.

It takes a while.

“Sienna?” he asks hoarsely.

I swallow. “I’m okay.”

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