Page 18 of Possessive Mountain Man

He slides his hand under the waist of my leggings. I spread my legs apart as his fingers delve through my curls.

“Fuck me, you’re so wet,” he says against my breast.

“I have been for days.”

He chuckles, and it vibrates against my nipple, sending another shock of desire through me.

His long, middle finger finds my clit and moves around in slow, deliberate circles.

My belly tightens again, and my eyelids flutter shut. I focus on the dual sensations flowing through me. Feeding the pulsing desire.

After suckling my other nipple, he releases them with a groan. I need to taste you.

With a trail of kisses down my belly, his whiskers tickle my skin, adding another delightful shiver down my spine. He peels my leggings down and settles between my legs.

His mouth joins his fingers, working at my pussy, drawing pleasure from deep within my body.

I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming.

But that’s not what he wants.

He pulls back slightly, blowing on my clit. “Let me hear, you sweetheart. I want you to scream.”

My fingers slide into his thick hair, tugging on it. “You have to work for it.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I will.”

With new vigor, he works my numb with his tongue. His hands slide back up to massage my breasts. He pinches my nipples as he sucks my tongue between his lips.

It’s too much.

I fall over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. Pulling me under until I can’t think. I can barely breathe.

He stays with me. Drawing every last drop of pleasure from me.

My body is still languid, as he kisses his way back up me until his lips meet mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s oddly intoxicating.

It makes me want more.

“Take me,” I say, tearing my lips from him. “I want you inside of me.”

“Say the magic word.”

I clasp his cheeks between my hand. “Fuck me. Now.”

With a laugh, he leans over to a nightstand and retrieves a condom. I take it from him, ripping the foil with my teeth.

Gripping his long, thick cock, I roll the condom down his length. Teasing him with strokes and squeezes as I do.

“Fuck.” He hisses through his teeth. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

“Then don’t.”

I position him at my entrance and buck up my hips to greet him. He thrusts inside of me with matching moans of pleasure.

He holds still a moment, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

When I’m ready, he moves again. I gasp and cling to his shoulders. My nails biting his skin as a new pressure builds inside of me.

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