Page 14 of Boulder's Weight

He obliges immediately, adjusting his grip on my thighs and slamming into me with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.

I feel every inch of him—thick, hot, and relentless.

"Like this?" he growls, his face inches from mine, eyes dark with lust. "This what you need?"

"Yes," I gasp, my head falling back as he hits that perfect spot inside me. "Right there. Don't stop."

My body's on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

I can feel the cool wall against my back, the heat of his skin against mine, the sweat building between us, making everything slick and hot.

He shifts his angle, driving deeper, and I swear I see stars.

My inner muscles clench around him, drawing a deep moan from his throat.

"Touch yourself," he commands, his voice strained. "I want to watch you come around my cock."

I slip one hand between us, finding the bundle of nerves that's already swollen and sensitive.

The moment I make contact, electricity shoots through me.

"That's it," Boulder encourages, his rhythm never faltering. "Show me how you like it."

I circle my fingers just the way I need to, matching his pace as the pressure builds inside me.

The dual sensations—his cock stretching me, my fingers on my clit—have me racing toward the edge faster than I anticipate.

"I'm close," I pant, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "So fucking close."

Boulder buries his face in my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

The slight pain pushes me even closer, my body tensing as release hovers just out of reach.

"Come for me, Montana," he growls against my skin. "Let me feel you."

His words are the final push I need.

My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure radiate out from my core.

I cry out his name, over and over like a prayer or a curse, completely lost in the sensation.

He fucks me through it, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on too much.

Then his rhythm halts, his grip on my thighs tightening to the point of pain.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groans, his movements becoming erratic. "You feel too goddamn good."

With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against mine as he comes, hard.

I can feel him pulsing inside me, the heat of him spreading through my body, triggering small aftershocks of pleasure.

For a few blissful moments, my mind is quiet.

No fear.

No memories.

No brothers hunting me down.

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