Page 7 of The Mountain Man's Muffin

It was so fucking hard.

Ruby was amazing at sucking cock. Of course she fucking was. Her luscious full lips and her soft, swirling tongue sent me into a damn tailspin. As warm drool dribbled down the side, and she didn’t once let up with her sucking game, I was done for. “Fuck, Ruby, I’m gonna come.”

“Mmm, yes,” Ruby said as the vibrations of her voice added to the convulsions of my dick. My hot cum poured down her throat, and she drank every last drop. It was so fucking hot.

It was like I had no control of my body. My cock stayed hard; no five-minute-break needed. I was ready to bury myself inside her and never come back out.

I reached down and lifted her onto my lap. It was like she read my mind. She lifted one leg over and straddled herself above my dick.

“I need to be inside you, Ruby.Now.”

“No condom?”

“Shit, let me grab one. I was too caught up in the moment…”

Ruby placed one hand on my chest and another on my cheek. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

“I’m clean, too. But are you sure?”

“Something tells me I am.”

“Then sit on this dick, baby, and ride the fuck out of it.”

Ruby laughed and did exactly what she was told.

This woman would be mine.

Forever.

CHAPTERFIVE

Ruby

We spentthe night talking and laughing between rounds of sex. We might’ve eaten a few too many bakery treats as well, but no one needed to know. It was our little secret. I was confident we burned most of it off, anyway.

When I woke up the following morning, Austin’s large, warm frame was wrapped around me. I didn’t want to move, but I needed to pee. I also saw the clock on the nightstand was flashing. Our power had come back.

Good. I needed to start on those muffins.

I had no idea what time it was, and I hoped I didn’t sleep half the morning away. But first, I needed coffee.

Lots and lots of coffee. Not only were the muffins on my to-do list, but the every day stock and orders.

I slid out from under Austin as quietly as I could and tiptoed to the bathroom. But how quiet I was didn’t matter when a sixty-pound Labrador heard your every move.

Kane was up the second my feet hit the floor, and he followed me to the bathroom and then the kitchen. He probably needed to go, but one look out the window told me it was nasty out there. It was still drizzling, and the mud was worse than last night.

Ugh. Looks like it’ll be a slow day.

Oh well, gave me plenty of time to make more muffins.

As I made a pot of coffee, I looked at Kane who sat by the back door. When I turned away to pull out a couple of mugs, he barked. I laughed.

“I know you need to go out, boy, but where is your leash? I don’t know if you’ll run off, and I don’t want your father being mad at me.”

Kane whimpered. Man, this dog was good.

“I could never be mad at you.” Austin’s deep voice floated my way as he entered the kitchen. Kane was already at his feet, running in circles and wagging his tail. “Relax, boy. You’ll go out in a minute.”

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