Page 8 of Bossy Mountain Man

“Shaw, you’re ruining the role-play.” He isn’t, but I can’t help teasing him about his lack of self-control.

You might think the passion would have faded after six years together and four kids. Fortunately, my bossy mountain man desires me as much today as he did that first day.

“Can’t help it. I’m in the mood for something tasty.” He captures my lips in a kiss fueled by lust, his tongue running along the seam of my lips, demanding entry. The kiss continues until he finally shifts his lips to my ear and whispers, “Now you’re going to stand there like a good girl and let your man worship your sweet little pussy, but you’re not going to come until I tell you you can. Do you understand?”

I nod to turned on to speak.

“Words, squatter. I need to hear you say you want to ride my beard until I let you come.”

“Shaw.” I moan. He knows damn well what we both think about when he calls me squatter. The need to ride his beard takes over,and I give in. “Please, eat me out. I need to feel your tongue on me, in me, wherever you want to put it.

“What about here?” He spins me around, gently pushing me against the shower wall, my ass sticking out as he caressess it. “Can I stick it here?”

“Yes.” I pant, needing to feel his touch everywhere.

“Good girl.” He drops to his knees, taking one of my butt cheeks in each hand and separates them, bending me over slightly. “Damn, if this isn’t one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.” His tongue glides across my tightest hole, causing me to gasp. “Such a good girl.” His husky praise makes my knees weak.

“Shaw, I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, you’re not. Or I’ll be forced to tie you to our bed and pleasure you until you're on the brink of ecstasy, then stop only to start all over again.” He slides a finger into my pussy as his tongue continues it’s assault on my backhole.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I squirm, knowing I’m not going to hold on much longer.

“Try me, little squatter.” His tongue pushes in deeper, causing me to moan louder before he pulls it out again. “You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Then come.” He pushes his tongue back inside me as my body jerks and my pussy tightens around his thick finger, my asshole fluttering in awe of his masterful tongue.

I might have blacked out from pleasure, as the next thing I remember is lying on our bed wrapped in his arms. “That was incredible.” I snuggle deeper into his embrace.

“You are incredible.” He kisses the top of my head, and I count my blessings that I ended up trespassing in his cabin all those years ago.

“I love you, Shaw.” I tip my head back to meet his loving gaze.

“I love you, too, Selena.”

-The End-

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Sienna

Warm, muscular hands roam up and down the sides of my body, leaving me craving the touch I want. His fingers graze the underside of my breasts, causing my hips to shift restlessly, until the weight of him presses against me, stopping my movements.

Why does he always tease me like this? Keeping himself just out of reach.

A needy whine escapes my lips, causing him to laugh—the deep rumble vibrates through my chest where he lightly presses me down, limiting my movements. If I weren't so desperate for him, I would shove him off and banish him from my bed. But I'm not strong enough to let him go.

My need is stronger than it has ever been. But he continues to tease me relentlessly. His laughter rises to a high-pitched ringing sound as he vanishes before my eyes.

No! I reach out to him, but I'm too late--he's gone.

My eyes snap open as I inhale sharply, realizing it's my alarm clock ringing—not his laughter, and I realize it's another dream about Wyatt—not the real thing.

Slamming my hand on the alarm clock, I silence the beast that interrupted my nightly fantasy of Wyatt, the sexy lumberjack who follows my every move during the day and haunts my dreams at night.

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