Page 11 of Beastly Mountain Man

After the orgasm I rocked through her earlier, I could breathe her in like this, and rub myself raw so she can rest.

If she weren’t spread out on my sheets naked, I’d consider the idea.

Dropping her underwear, I take in her pussy. Puffy and pink, it’s hard to believe I had my face tucked between her thighs this afternoon.

June pinches her eyes shut when I part her lips with my fingertips, easing one finger inside.

I’m going to pop her cherry. There’s no doubt about it. But I’m going to make this good for her. She deserves all the pleasure in the world, and I won’t stop until I can offer it on a silver platter.

6

June

I’ve made up my mind. Screw any of my previous plans. None of them had Ace in them.

He’s painted a picture of a future that doesn’t look meek. Rather, it’s promising. Secure. Even better, he’s making me feel something that no one has ever before. Wanted.Loved.

He may seem beastly, rough around the edges, but he’s exactly what I crave. He’s already claimed my heart—now, with every slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers, my body surrenders to him, piece by piece.

His gaze burns heavier with every twitch of my body—watches like he’s memorizing the way I unravel just for him. Then, without warning, a second thick finger presses in, stretching me in a way that borders on too much.

I choke back a gasp, my walls fluttering around the intrusion, trying desperately to adjust. The stretch burns—sweetly—and allI can think about is the brutal thickness of him straining against his jeans, impatient.

“Don’t keep them inside,” he hums, hooking me in place by pressing a certain spot that makes my vision blurry. “I want to hear you,allof you.”

He’s torturing me.

His fingers work deep, stretching me with meticulous care—ignoring the desperate ache of my clit. Every drag of his knuckles inside me pulls a whimper from my throat, every retreat leaves me clenching around nothing.

When my hips lift, begging silently, he withdraws completely.

“No!” The cry tears from me, ragged and unashamed.

His laugh is dark velvet, curling around me as I reach for him like a drowning woman. “Soon.” A single syllable that vibrates through my bones.

Then—the pop of his button. The rasp of his zipper. The sharp hiss of his breath as he frees himself.

My tongue swells twice the size inside of my mouth as he frees his erection.

He’s thick—obscenely so—with a weight that makes my thighs tremble just looking at it. His cock juts proudly from dark curls, veins roping along its length like braided steel under flushed skin. The head glistens, weeping with anticipation, so sensitive that a single swipe of his thumb wrings a growl from his throat as he swipes away a bead of precum.

Just when I think I’m the one falling apart, he shows me the state he’s currently in.

If two of his fingers held such a stretch, there is no chance he plans on putting that thing inside of me. I tell him that too, my eyes big.

“I’ll fit,” he reassures as he strokes the entire length. “I know I will.”

Having enough confidence to split between the two of us, he’s crowding closer, hips wedging my thighs apart. His brows furrow in concentration, and I watch the way his jaw clenches, the vein in his throat jumping like he’s holding back a storm.

He’s trying so hard to be gentle. The last thing on his mind is hurting me, but it can’t be avoided. The best I can do is cling on without scaring him off.

Ace can’t change his mind. We’re too far into this. I want him inside.

Once he’s guiding himself forward, I’m biting the inside of my cheek while preparing for the worst.

His hands move to cradle my hips as he presses forward, andoh—

My eyes squeeze shut at the stretch, the burn. A whimper escapes before I can catch it.

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