Page 26 of The Mountain Man's Retribution

“Yes,” I say, raising my chin confidently.

He slides it over his large, bulbous head, already hard and ready to go again, staring at me. “Well?”

“Well what?” I ask, scrunching my nose.

“He’s not going to bite. Get those dainty fingers of yours over here. He belongs to you now, you know.” My cheeks burn, an ear-to-ear grin capturing my lips. Bodie chuckles deep in his chest.

The giant helps me unroll the impossibly thin sheath over his rock-hard dick as I work hard not to give up on the whole thing and take him in my mouth again. I cannot get enough of his manhood, his strength, one of the many things about him that makes me feel safe, secure, and loved.

“Good,” he praises as I slide the rubber to the base of his rod, eyeing him for approval. “Now climb up on me for I’ve been a patient man, but I need you, little elf, more than any other fucking thing on this planet.”

My cheeks glow, joy pounding through me as he lifts my hips, encouraging me to straddle him. I sit atop him, his wrapped rod digging into the soft skin of my inner thigh. Shivers of electricity slide between us as anticipation builds, my pussy already throbbing for him again, greedy despite the pleasures of the truck. Pulling me tightly into his slippery, wet arms, he kisses me breathless, stroking my tongue, invading my mouth, and setting the pace for what comes next.

Between kisses, he orders, “Hold onto my neck, and take me at your own pace.”

I nod, sliding over the head of his cock. The stretch shocks me, mind instantly numbed by the painful sensations. I slide back and forth tentatively, working him deeper with each pass, biting my bottom lip and whimpering as our eyes lock.

“Patience,” he whispers. “It doesn’t have to be all at once. This cock’s not going anywhere, and it’s all yours, Fawn.” Leaning in to kiss the shell of my ear, he whispers, “We can take our time. Savor the feel of each other every step of the way. There’s no rush.”

Sinking his hand between our bodies, he finds my clit, circling it with fast sweeping motions of his thumb. The movements unwind me, pushing me closer to the edge of bliss.

My breath catches in my throat, heart racing as he alternates circles with back and forth and up and down strokes. His expert thumb spins and twirls me mindless.

His mouth dips to my tits, seizing a nipple to tease and suck between his teeth. He laps and licks me, working me into a frenzy, my body surrendering to the magic of his touch as he whispers words of adoration against my sizzling flesh: beautiful, stunning, heavenly, perfection.

My heart soars as my body flies. Bodie’s a man possessed—not by some terrifying, cruel devil—but by love. Swirling around my areola, nipping and humming, he nudges me to the precipice of euphoria. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I’m pure feeling, vibrant colors, a swirl of being, bursting energy.

He transforms my attempts to take his cock from a painful impossibility to teasing, aching, pussy-melting ecstasy. I float and fly heavenward as his other hand grips my hip, sliding a little deeper with each stroke. Pain melds with pleasure, our breaths racing together as rapture floods his face.

“Your pussy is so good, my little elf. Too fucking perfect.”

“I need you so much,” I gasp, feeling my channel greedily gulp and spasm as his rhythmic thumb and fast-paced thrusts mercilessly drive me over the cliff of satisfaction. My orgasm levels me, lower ab muscles jumping and clenching as I cry, “Bodie, yes!”

Pleasure rains around me, mixed with the pain of his demanding thrusts. He grabs my hips with both hands, smashing through the small flesh barrier keeping us apart. Driving into me hard, fully seated inside me, he screams my name, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body trembles, caught in feral pulses of release.

“Fawn,” he growls, surrendering as he spasms, eyes closed and ecstasy etched on his face, coming hard.

I cling to his neck, kissing it as tears run down my face. His mouth finds my cheeks, swiping away the salty trails, swapping discomfort for desire, before parting my lips as he possesses me with penetrating, breath-stealing strokes of his tongue.

“That pleasure is yours to claim every day, my little elf,” he pledges, caressing my back and holding me firmly against his chest where his heart beats wildly.

I thread my fingers through his thick hair, stroking his bearded cheeks and kissing him repeatedly. “Because you are mine, and I am yours.”

Chapter Thirteen

BODIE

Ilie in the predawn light, wrapped in the warmth of Fawn’s naked body. Her silky hair blankets me, her tits pressed to my chest, her large, round ass cupped in my hand.

Fawn’s dainty fingers grip my cock as always, the dick that pleased her seven ways from Sunday. Everything feels right. Meant to be. All questions and doubts resolved in the heat of our union.

I’m hers to hold, hers to suck, hers to bury in the soft, dark spots of her body. Her soft breath warms my chest, lulling me back to sleep a couple of times before I reluctantly untangle myself.

“Mmm.” She moans, her kissable lips twisting into a pout as she snuggles deeper under the blankets, and I hang my feet over the bed, feeling the cold, hardwood floor. I scrub my eyes with the heels of my hands, mind racing faster than my body. Fawn and I indulged again and again in bliss from yesterday afternoon late into the night. Greedy for each other’s flesh and love.

Hell, my body still feels spent, though another part of me hums with a vibrant awakeness I haven’t felt since before joining the Army Rangers and serving my country overseas.

Military training was about numbing my emotions, ignoring my body’s needs, and transforming into a hard, unfeeling warrior who put his comrades before himself. Every time.

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