Page 12 of Saved By The Mountain Man

He might have thought I was too young a few years back to know how I felt about him or what I wanted, but I wasn’t. And over the years, the feelings hadn’t changed, they hadn’t lessened. I still wanted him now like I did then.

And as of this moment, my dad didn’t know where I was or who I was with, so I had every intention of taking what I could, so long as I was in the position to take it.

He moaned against my mouth, his hand sliding into my hair and it's as if the fact of my dad not happening upon us changedhim. His tongue swirled around me as his body shifted. I was still careful with the pains in my body and needing it to heal but I wasn't going to turn away from him.

I didn't get this last time; I'll be damned if I missed out now.

I gasped as I shifted, the pain coursing through my side and he broke the kiss, his breathing as hard as mine.

"I don't want to hurt you.

The meaning was deep in that, we both knew it. But I didn't care. I wanted him.

I wanted his hands back on me.

I wanted his lips against mine.

I wanted his body flush with mine.

I wanted him driving into me like he couldn't get enough of me.

"And I'll give it all to you, Vixen."

I blinked, eyeing his knowing smirk. One, I guess I spoke that outlook, not that I was ashamed by that. And two, that name didn't sound like my name, it sounded like a caress, like a true pet name. And when he said it like that, I was all for it.

"Let me please you."

"What did you have in mind, Demon?" I was going to give him everything he gave me, all the sass and all the flirty bits.

“Just wait and enjoy. But don’t stop me.”

I frowned for a moment, then closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. His lips trailed over my jaw, down my neck, and feathered over my chest, being mindful of bruised areas.

Then he slipped further down, moving the covers along the way. His fingers hooked on the sides of my panties, and slowly, he took them off, tossing them on the floor somewhere, leaving me open and exposed before him.

I looked down at him, twisting my lip because to me, this is so damn sexy. This gorgeous man was between my thighs, and I was about to feel all the things I’ve ever dreamed of.

“You’re wet and it’s all just for me.”

I couldn’t deny it. But I also confessed more than enough, so telling him that he did that to me, that the thought of what he was about to do, or what he could do, was not something I needed to share.

Without a warning, he spread me further, then dived his tongue in, making my hips jerk. Pain shot through my side at the movement, but hell if I cared. All I wanted was more of this mouth, more of this talent.

“What is this?”

I blushed, not wanting to meet his eyes as his tongue flicked over my clit, tugging on the hoop that was there.

“Someone sure is a naughty girl behind her dad’s back. This wet pussy that’s begging to be devoured. And this sexy little hoop that’s taunting me. You sure are one bad little girl.”

“Fuck,” I moaned, his dirty words only twisting me up even more.

He chuckled; his breath hot against my skin as he went back in. He slipped a finger in, then another, pumping them in time with his tongue. I shook my head, wanting to fight off the orgasm, but he wasn’t letting up.

He wanted me to shatter, he wanted me to give him everything.

And who was I to deny him?

I felt my breath catch as he added yet another finger, his teeth tugging on the hoop and I came, harder than I ever had before. I coated his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers and I had no problem with it, no qualms about it.

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