Page 15 of Her Mountain Man Grump

She nods, eyes sparkling. “It feels good. Don’t stop.”

It’s all I need to hear. I wrap my arms around Emma, pressing tight against her body as I fuck her. Our eyes lock, and everything disappears except for the heat between us, the shared breaths, the soft gasps every time I thrust deeper. Her legs wraparound my hips, heels digging into my back like she’s trying to pull me closer.

How did I get so damn lucky?

“Am I doing okay?” Emma asks breathlessly. “Should I…move more?”

“You’re doing amazing. Just do what feels good, okay?”

She lets out a shuddering breath and starts to rock her hips to meet mine, taking every thrust deeper and deeper. The friction is fucking incredible as we find our rhythm, our bodies moving in time.

“Want more, sugar?”

“Yes.” She arches into me with a whimper. “I think I can take it.”

“Good girl. I know you can.”

I shift my weight, planting my knees firmly onto the mattress and gripping Emma’s hips, holding her still. Then I slam into her with a fierce groan, savoring her cry of surprise as I abandon all my self-control and rut her like an animal. Our skin smacks together, the sound echoing around the bedroom as my cock pummels her pussy in a brutal rhythm. It’s primal. Instinctive.

“Brody! Oh!”

She’s sobbing now, her head thrown back, nails digging into me.

“Good girl,” I growl. “Fuck, look at you, taking my cock.”

Her moans are unintelligible, her body writhing beneath me as I claim her once and for all. She’s holding onto me for dear life, her muscles clenching tight as she cries out my name like it’s the only thing she knows.

My girl.

She’s mine.

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EMMA

My body is on fire,pleasure burning through me as Brody fucks me hard. His movements are punishing, relentless. I can’t catch my breath. All I can do is surrender to him as he stuffs me full of his cock, the bed creaking beneath us as we move. His body dwarfs mine, pushing me harder against the mattress, my breasts bouncing with every rough thrust. I cling to him tight, arousal seeping down my thighs, the world starting to blur around the edges.

Oh, God…

My toes curl, every muscle tightening as I feel an orgasm blooming deep inside me. The sensations turn me wild, and I move against Brody, grinding my clit against him. Instinct takes over, chasing my release, desperate for it.

“Look at me, Emma.”

Brody’s voice is a deep command, and I lock onto his gaze, the intensity of it making me tremble. There’s a feral glint in his eye, something more animal than man as he claims me as his own.

“Come for me, sugar,” he growls. “Show me you’re mine.”

My body obeys him. Pleasure crashes through me, radiating from between my thighs as I scream Brody’s name. In an instant,his lips are on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. He doesn’t let up—he fucks me harder as I come, drawing out my orgasm, prolonging my shudders of pleasure until I feel him lose control. His rhythm turns jerky, and he groans against my lips, his kiss bruising. Warm cum spurts inside me, and I feel Brody’s cock twitching until he’s finally spent.

He collapses beside me, pulling me close, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the quick thud of his heart. Soon, it begins to slow, our breathing returning to normal as we hold each other, the sweaty sheets tangled beneath us.

“That was perfect,” Brody murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re fucking incredible.” He sounds awestruck, like he can’t believe I’m real, and it sends a shiver of delight through me. “How you feeling, sugar?”

“Amazing.” I turn my head to grin at him, our faces so close that his beard brushes my chin. “A little sore, but…I like it.”

Brody groans. “Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.”

He presses a kiss on my lips and scoops me into his arms like I’m weightless, carrying me into the bathroom. We take a hot shower, running our soapy hands over each other until we’re both clean. Then, once we’re toweled dry, Brody makes up the bed with fresh sheets and we bury ourselves beneath them, cuddling up close.

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