Page 13 of Adored By the Mountain Man

“You’re perfect, Callie,” I growl. “Every inch of you. And it’s all mine.”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I slide one finger through her folds, teasing her clit before dipping to her entrance. She’s so ready for me that I can barely think straight. I push a finger into her, slow and deep, and her whole body tightens.

“Harlan,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you,” I promise, my voice low and rough. “I’m going to take care of you. Adore you. Ruin you for anyone else.”

She looks up at me, wild and gorgeous, her lips slightly parted and her body flushed with need. And I know in my bones that I’ll never want another woman. She’s it for me.

I add a second finger, curling them just right, and her body bucks. My dick throbs painfully, pressed against her thigh, but I’m not rushing this. I want to watch her fall apart for me first. To know I’m the one who makes her come.

“For me,” I murmur, “you’re this dripping wet just for me.”

“Yes,” she breathes, grinding into my hand. “Only for you, Harlan.”

That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of restraint I was clinging to. I pull my fingers from her slick heat and slide them into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her. Sweet. Addictive. All mine.

I kneel between her thighs, loving how her legs fall open without hesitation like she trusts me with every part of her. Her body is a fucking masterpiece. Mouth-watering curves, flushed skin, breasts rising and falling with every panting breath, and that soaked, aching pussy glistening in the firelight. Fucking hell. My dick is as hard as the granite these mountains are made of.

“You ready for me, Callie?” I ask in a rough voice.

She nods, but it’s not enough. I need to hear it.

“Say it, Callie. Tell me you want this.”

“I want you,” she moans. “I need you to take me, Harlan. Please.”

Thatpleaseshatters me. I grip her hips and drag her toward me, lowering my body until the head of my dick slides through her folds, coating myself in her slickness. She moans when I press the tip against her entrance. When I start to push in, her head falls back, and she cries out.

“Fuck,” I murmur. “So tight. So wet. So perfect.”

She wraps her thighs around my waist, pulling me deeper. I give it to her, burying myself to the hilt. For a heartbeat, neither of us moves.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” I whisper against her lips. “You fit me like you were made for me.”

“That’s because I was, Harlan. Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice shaking.

“Never,” I promise.

I move again, grinding deep and hitting the spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her nails rake down my back, and her heels dig into my ass, urging me to go faster and harder. Her body clenches around me, slick and tight. Every thrust feels like I’m sinking deeper into her—deeper into her soul.

She gasps my name again as I grip her hips harder, our bodies slapping together in an all-consuming rhythm. My name on her lips sounds like a prayer, and I want to give her everything she’s asking for and then some.

“Callie,” I growl against her neck, “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”

Her thighs tighten around my waist, and I can feel that she’s close. Her breathing is uneven, and her moans are becoming desperate. I shift, tilting her hips just right, and when I hit that spot again, she cries out.

“I’m coming, Harlan. I’m coming!”

Her body clamps down around me, pulsing with her orgasm. Her whimpers and gasps must be what heaven sounds like.

I can’t hold back my orgasm. I drive into her once more, groaning her name like a vow as I follow her over the edge, cum shooting from my dick.

A few moments later, she’s still shaking a little, her hands fisted in my hair. When I look down at her, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from our kisses. I brush my thumb along her jaw, still trying to catch my breath. Her legs stay wrapped around me like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she lets go. Like hell I will.

I shift enough to roll us to the center of the blanket and wrap her in my arms.

“You cold?” I murmur.

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