Page 12 of Possessive Mountain Man

Before I could think about it too long, I had to put my thoughts on pause. She wore a bra under her shirt. I tamped down my disappointment. I was hoping she’d take off that T-shirt to reveal nothing underneath.

But she was already reaching behind her, unclasping that bra and removing it. Two generous, pink-tipped breasts appeared before me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I said.

She froze at those words, and I remembered what she’d mentioned earlier. Nobody had ever called her beautiful outside of her family. I was the first. I hated that I was repeating myself, though.

I simply couldn’t think of another word to describe what I was looking at right now. Beautiful. That was the only word that covered it.

I waited, expecting her to say something romantic in return, but instead, she surprised me. She pushed herself to her feet, grabbed the elastic waistband of her shorts on either side, and shoved them down, taking her panties with them.

“Now, remove your underwear,” she said, grinning wickedly, “I want to see what we’re working with.”

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Iwant to see what we’re working with.

Had I actually said those words? Like I had any right to size him up. I’d never even seen an erection before. It wasn’t like I could compare it to anything.

But as I stood there, looking down at him, he did exactly what I’d commanded. He didn’t take his eyes off my body, but he began wiggling out of his boxer briefs, leaving them at his feet.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection. His cock was huge—thick and long and massive. Could I work with that? I didn’t even know if I could get my entire hand around it, let alone my mouth or my lower regions.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Can you work with it?”

I didn’t even warn him. I shifted until I was just above his midsection and wrapped my hand around his cock. I began slowly stroking while also moving my mouth to his tip.

As I made contact, I lifted my gaze to his face, taking in his expression. He was looking down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.

I could do this. I’d researched it. Didn’t everyone look up how to do this, preparing for when the day finally came? I was prettysure they had, although I’d had friends who learned by doing, starting at a far younger age than I ever would have been ready.

I took him in deep, moving my tongue along his shaft as I did so. He was so thick and hard. I knew I was the one who’d inspired that erection, and that sent a thrill rushing through me. This was what sex was all about—this exhilarating feeling that I could bring him intense pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” he said after I made several long, slow strokes up and down.

This was a lot harder than I thought it would be. It hurt my mouth to spread it so wide for him. I’d pictured doing this to someone about half his thickness and at least a couple of inches shorter in length.

“You have to stop,” he said. “That feels too damn good.”

I released him and looked up, shifting my gaze to his face. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to come before I’ve even been inside you.”

I sat up, ready to move into position, but his hand was on my wrist, tugging me even farther upward. “Switch places,” he said. “I’m going to make you come.”

As I did exactly that, I realized I was nervous. Not all women could orgasm. What if I was one of them? I’d tried before, following instructions I’d read online, but I never could get anywhere. Yes, he’d know what he was doing. He could get me there. But the fear remained, buried beneath the surface.

“I don’t know if I can…you know,” I warned him as he moved into position between my legs.

“Orgasm?”

I nodded. He smiled down at me.

“Don’t worry. You’ll orgasm. And then, I’m going to make you mine.”

I’m going to make you mine.

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