Page 24 of Marked by the Mountain Man

I raise my head, arching a skeptical eyebrow.

“At least, now it is. What’s your favorite kind of food?”

“Thai. And yours?”

“Ribs. I’m a ribs man.”

“I make the best Thai ribs, no freaking joke.”

“No, you don’t,” Hudson says, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I do. I swear.”

“See,” he says, running his rough thumb over my nipple, and drawing a sigh of pleasure from me. “You were made for me. It’s obvious.”

“Wait until you try the ribs,” I tease.

“How about I try your tits instead?” he growls, stretching until I feel the wet heat of his mouth wrapped around me.

“Mmm,” I moan, dazed with pleasure as his fingers find my pussy, sliding back and forth along the length of my folds. “God, your fingers, Hudson.”

“Only my fingers?” he questions, arching a wicked eyebrow.

“Your tongue, your cock, your everything,” I sigh, wrapping my dainty fingers around his thick, hard rod.

“Your favorite movie?” he grunts as I fist his cock, sliding my hand back and forth.

“Favorite movie?” I giggle. “Is that really the conversation for this moment?”

He moans as my hand slides over his rod again. “Use some of the coconut oil,” he says, and I take his suggestion, loving the way pleasure seizes his features as my hand slides back and forth. “I’m trying to prove this relationship is about more than sex,” he adds breathlessly.

“What was the question again?” I whimper, hips inching towards his expert fingers.

“Favorite movie?”

“Twister,” I say truthfully and wickedly as I twist my hand back and forth, slipping up and down his thick length.

He sighs darkly, fighting for control. “Really?”

“Really. And for you?”

“The Magnificent Seven.”

“New or old?”

“Both.” His rod is like a miracle, growing harder, hotter, and thicker at each stroke. I could spend hours playing with my new favorite toy.

“What do you want from me?” I ask seductively, reversing the tables on my tatted lover.

“Every fucking ounce of pleasure I can squeeze out of you,” he replies thickly, voice straining as I draw him closer.

“I want the same from you,” I whisper, kissing his mouth.

“Ride me, then,” he begs. “I would give pretty much anything, maybe even my fucking life, to see you bobbing on my cock, your tits bouncing in the air.”

“I won’t settle for less than your life,” I tease as he turns so I can slide out from under him. He lies back, fingers still playing with my pussy.

“Good because I’m not giving any less when it comes to you. I’d say to use the lube again, Hadleigh. But fuck, your pussy’s drenched and dripping for me.”

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