Page 14 of Her Mountain Man Grump

“Oh,” she gasps, her body trembling as I lap up her sweet juices. Her taste turns me feral. I grip her tighter, forcing her thighs wider apart as I worship her pussy, sucking on her swollen clit until she’s crying out.

“Brody!”

The sound of my name on her lips fills me with a surge of need.

I need her to come for me.

To scream my name until she can’t breathe.

I reach two fingers between her legs, finding her entrance and pushing inside. Heat engulfs me, hot and tight around my fingers, and I pump them in and out in a steady rhythm, relishing the way her moans get louder. Her walls quiver around me, her hips writhing.

She’s close.

My cock threatens to explode as I fuck her harder with my fingers, teasing her sensitive nub with my tongue. My movements are desperate. Urgent. My heart thumps wildly as Emma’s cries reach fever pitch, and she tugs at my hair, her legs shaking as she comes undone for me with a shuddering sob. I feel her pussy pulse around me, squeezing tight, and I slide my fingers out of her, licking up her sweet cream until there’s not a drop left.

“Good girl,” I mutter as I come up for air. “Fuck, you were perfect.”

My breath catches as I look down at Emma. Her eyes are still dazed from her orgasm, her lips parted as she blinks up at me, still shivering through the aftershocks.

“That was amazing.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“We’re not done yet, sugar.”

I pull her into my arms, straightening up and carrying her to my bedroom. My giant four-poster bed is waiting for us, freshly made, and I lay Emma down on the mattress, reaching around her to unzip her dress. She helps me pull it off her before unhooking her bra with trembling hands, letting it fall to the floor. My cock throbs, desire flooding through me as I take in her naked body. Every inch of her is thick and curvy, from her rounded tits to the softness of her belly. Freckles dot her pale skin, scattered across her chest like constellations, and I feel my throat tighten as I meet her gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Emma. So fucking beautiful.”

She smiles, and I force myself to get off the bed, undressing as fast as I can. I shrug off my shirt and drop my jeans and boxers in one quick movement, kicking them aside until I’m naked. My cock springs free, rock hard and aching as I look at the angel lying on my bed, watching me intently. I’m a big guy all over, and I know I must look pretty intimidating as I climb on top of her, covering her body with my own.

“Don’t be scared, sugar,” I tell her. “I’ll take care of you.”

She swallows hard. “I’m not scared…not when I’m with you.”

But her eyes betray her nervousness as I settle between her legs, my cock poking against her core. She looks overwhelmed, and I pause, resting a hand on her soft cheek.

“You okay, sugar?”

She nuzzles against my touch. “I’m okay. I want this…it’s just a lot.”

“We’ll take it slow, okay? I’ll be gentle.”

She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Okay.”

My throat is dry, anticipation zipping through me as I hold Emma in my arms and push inside her. Her tight core squeezes my cock, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine as I bottom out, engulfed by her heat.

“Fuck.” I swallow hard, biting back a groan as I look at Emma. “Is that okay, sugar? Am I hurting you?”

“A little.” She breathes hard, her face tight with discomfort. “It feels so big inside me…”

She wriggles around my cock like she’s trying to find a better position, and it takes everything in me not to come then and there.

“You want me to stay still for a bit? Get you used to it?”

“No, it’s okay.” Her cheeks redden as she looks up at me. “I…I think it might feel better if you move a little.”

I grunt my approval, rocking my hips in a gentle rhythm, watching Emma for any sign of pain. Her lips part, a moan escaping her throat as I pick up the pace.

“That better, sugar?”

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