Page 24 of The Mountain Man's Retribution

“I want to make you feel so good, Fawn. Better than you’ve ever felt before. I want you to scream my name and ride my face until you drench me. I want to eat you out until you bury your fingernails in my back, putting your marks on me. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Bodie, please,” I beg, lying back against the door as he spreads my legs.

“We should go inside. Get comfortable. But fuck I need you too much, and I can tell by the way your pussy feels, by how swollen and wet you are that you hunger for me, too.”

“More than anything,” I breathlessly agree.

Shouldering between my legs, he guides them over his shoulders, sinking his head ravenously into my pussy. His thick, soft tongue slides through my folds, lapping at my heat and my wetness and making me scream with pleasure.

My hips buck towards his face, hunger already awakened by his finger. I need more, so much more. Sucking my pearl into his mouth, he teases it with fast strokes of his tongue twirling and swirling it as my channel tightens, ready to explode.

“You’ll be my woman,” he says through strained pants. “No one will ever hurt you again. And you’ll want for nothing. I promise.”

Head fuzzy, body filled with bliss, I struggle to follow his words and their meaning. But I can feel the emotion behind them as he teases and plays with me, sliding a finger into my pussy, and making me squeal with ecstasy. Pulse pounding, hips arching, I give myself to him completely. Every drop of who I am. He strokes me gently but knowingly, until fire flashes through my core, my flesh smoldering beneath his passionate touch.

“I’m going to fill you with endless pleasure, and protect you always. No matter what.”

“Yes.” I moan, his desperate promises undoing me. “I need you. More than anything.”

I see stars as his slick fingertips rub over my swollen nub, flooding my body with satisfaction as I topple over some unnamed cliff, reckless as a stampeding herd of Mustangs. My pussy greedily clenches his fingers as I spasm and whimper, breathing hard and drenching him.

He licks and laps me. Bestial, messy, wet sounds and the smell of sex fill the truck. Thankfully, the engine still runs, the air conditioning cooling us as he licks and teases me jointless and more relaxed than I ever remember being.

Staring between my legs, his beard shiny with my arousal and licking his fingers clean like a wild man, he grins, joyful abandon etched in his face. “You are my heaven, Fawn. The best thing I’ve ever tasted. The most amazing woman I’ve ever known. You can have that pleasure anytime you want it. No strings attached, freely given because you are worth it. Not for any reason but simply for who you are and what you do to me.”

“What do I do to you?” I giggle, appraising his uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

He looks to the side for a moment, choosing his words. When his simmering eyes meet mine again, he grunts, “No devil. But a lover. You bring out the lover in me. I’ll please you in every waypossible for as long as I live. You can ride my face daily. It would be my fucking honor.”

Chapter Twelve

FAWN

“And may I ride your cock? And take your seed?” I ask.

Bodie’s cheeks flush, and his eyes darken. “I’m clean, and I have condoms. But no babies yet. I want you to have more of a grasp on what you want from life before making a major life-changing decision like that.”

“Condoms?”

He searches my face before explaining, “A man slips a condom over his dick to keep from putting his seed in a woman’s belly.”

“But why?” I ask, horrified.

“Because sex comes with pleasure. Wonderful pleasures after the initial pain of the first time. When you’re not ready for a child, though, you can have the pleasures without the baby.”

I’ve never heard sex described this way, at least, not for the woman. All this time, because of the books I’ve read and the backwoods beliefs instilled in me, I saw a woman’s body as solely for the work of reproduction, not anything approaching bliss. It feels like a revelation.

“We have all the time in the world for the rest of it. As for now, I want to focus on your unbridled enjoyment.”

“Okay,” I say, confused.

He arches an eyebrow.

“I trust you,” I add quietly, a tumult swirling inside. Shouldn’t babies be what he wants above all else? Isn’t it the way of nature? But I have to trust this man, have faith in his intentions for me … for us.

Glancing into the back seat, he remarks, “The clothes and the coolers can wait. I need my little elf something fierce.”

Jumping out of the truck, rounding it, and opening my door, he pulls me into his arms, shutting it with his hip as I giggle. I wrap my arms tightly around my giant, unable to grasp the change of my fortunes from a dirty, dark cabin to this light, airy, wonderful world. I have been through hell to get to heaven. I feel stuck in a dream, fearful I’ll wake back up in the dark, dank root cellar.

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