Page 17 of My Bossy Mountain Man

My skin flushes everywhere, but there most of all, where I’m exposed and throbbing.

“You’redripping.” His breath hitches as his calloused thumb swipes through my folds, and I jerk at the contact, oversensitive. “To think all of this is for me…”

Listening to him mumble like he’s talking to himself, I shiver as he moves back, making enough room so his shoulders can brush my thighs.

Before I can ask him what he’s doing, I feel the first hot lick of his tongue against my clit—slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the first taste of something forbidden.

My back arches off the bed, a gasp tearing from my throat as his hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me open.

Startled by the foreign sensation, I whimper his name. Despite my efforts being futile, my hips try to jerk, but get nowhere.

Licking a long, torturous stripe up my slit, he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, using just enough pressure to make my fingers twist in the sheets, and he groans against me—the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.

“Please,” I choke out, already trembling. Not used to how sensitive I can be when it’s someone else getting me off, it’s no wonder I’m so responsive.

He pulls back just enough to smirk up at me, his lips glistening. “Please, what?”

I can’t think, can’t breathe, not when he’s watching me like that—eyes dark while he’s memorizing every twitch of my body. His tongue flicks over me again, teasing, maddening, and I sob.

“I need—” The words catch in my throat as I struggle to speak. I don’t even know what it is that I want, but I know I need somethingnow.

Much to my dismay, he chuckles as he teases me with the brush of his breath. Amused by my desperation, he’s happy to make it worse.

His fingers prod at my entrance, and he’s the one to groan as he works one in at a time. By his second finger, I’m feeling the stretch.

“Relax for me.” Giving me the order through a low-throated groan, his eyes flick up to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you down the line.”

He’s got a point. Two fingers in, and after feeling his erection earlier, I’m not sure how he intends on putting that thing in me without splitting me in half.

I try to imagine it, to brace myself for the future, but with the curl of his fingers, I’m distracted.

“Relax,” he repeats, this time more of a demand.

He sucks my clit between his lips, and my vision whites out. I’m close, so close, but before I can tip over the edge, he pulls away completely, leaving me empty, throbbing.

This man is terrible. By the looks of it, he’s nowhere close to being done with me, even if he is taking his sweet time.

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Dallas

Her taste lingers on my tongue—sweet, addictive—and the only thing harder than pulling away is stopping myself from diving back in. I could worship her for hours, drown in the way her thighs tremble, the broken little sounds she makes when she’s near her peak. But I want her desperate for me, not exhausted.

So I force myself up, my cock straining against my briefs in a way that leaves little to the imagination.

Even when Tulip looks through half-lidded eyes, I know she can see what I can. The damp patch from how wrecked I’ve become.

Hell, ever since our first kiss, I knew I was in a rough state. This is far rougher than anything in the past. An ache that can’t be ignored.

The second I shove them down, I’m already fisting myself, precome slick against my fingers. Fuck. Just the sight of her—spread out on the sheets, skin flushed, chest heaving—has me so far gone.

“I want in,” I groan, the words ragged as I drag myself closer, my body thrumming with need. The sheets cling to my knees as I crawl between her thighs, spreading her wider with a grip that’s half restraint, half worship.

She’s already dripping—her arousal glistening, the scent of her flooding my senses. I tease the swollen head of my cock against her clit, slow and deliberate, just to watch her back arch off the mattress. A gasp tears from her lips, her hips jerking toward me, begging without words.

Fuck. She’s so wet I could sink into her in one thrust, no resistance, just heat and velvet tightness swallowing me whole. The thought alone has my jaw locking, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise.

“Tell me,” I demand, dragging my cock through her slick heat, teasing us both. “Tell me you want it just as badly.”

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