Page 25 of Marked by the Mountain Man

“Yes.” I straddle him, resting my hands on his chest as I lean back to take him. His rod’s so hard and straight he easily slides in, pain diminished and replaced with sloppy, messy satisfaction.

He slurps me happily off his fingers, eyes locking with mine. “You’re still a tight fit, Hot Stuff. But I hope this time you can appreciate my piercing,” he says naughtily, grabbing my hips and angling them so his barbell grazes my G-spot.

“Fuck,” I moan, body pure ecstasy as I repeat the move, lower abs tightening and pussy gripping him.

Hudson smiles a knowing smile. “Use my cock to pleasure yourself,” he urges. “I want to watch you come unglued on top of me.”

“I can do that,” I murmur, focusing on the feel of his pierced head stroking the bundle of nerves and sending me floating towards heaven.

Raising his hand, he spits on it, making my pussy clench tighter. Finding my pearl, he stimulates and plays with me, edging me closer to bliss with each swipe and pass.

“I want to be the man you come to for all your pleasuring, Hadleigh. I want to fulfill every one of your dirty little fantasies. Even the ones you don’t know you have yet.”

“The ones I don’t know I have?” I whisper, cheeks warming.

“Do you read romances? I know a lot of women are into those.”

“You mean smutty books?”

“Sexy ones. Whatever you call them. The ones that let you explore your sexuality and your deepest, darkest desires.”

“But don’t you find that weird?” I ask, a little surprised.

“I don’t find anything weird that brings you pleasure. I’m your lover now, completely committed to making you come again and again. My only ground rule is you and me. Nobody else. Got it?”

I slide up and down his hard rod, playing with the angle and depth as my tits bounce. “Good thing because I could go murderess if another bitch came around you.”

He chuckles, leaning up to pinch and lick my nipples. “Naughty girl. You want me all to yourself. I’m going to ride you hard then. Be forewarned.”

“Yes,” I scream as he thrusts deeper, slapping my ass against his hips. “I can take everything you have to give. I want all of you.”

“On all fours, then, Hadleigh,” he orders, catching me by surprise. “Are you okay with having your ass smacked?”

I worry my bottom lip. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s give it a try, then. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“And?”

“And?”

“And I get to smack you back?” I ask, filling in what seems obvious.

“Of course,” he chuckles. “Smack me, bite me, claw me. Whatever you need to do to show the world I belong to you.”

I scramble off his lap onto my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder as he comes up behind me, biting my ass cheek teasingly before smacking me.

“That okay?” he asks.

“Fuck. Yes.” I unravel a little at the pleasurable sting.

“Good,” he groans, seizing my hips and eating me out from behind. The move catches me so off guard, all I can do is surrender. Let him demand my pleasure as he fucks me with his fingers and his tongue, lapping and licking me mercilessly.

Transformed into an animal, all feeling and no thought, I grind into his face as he praises, “Good girl. Fuck, yeah, Hadleigh. Just how I want you. Demanding your pleasure.” I moan and scream, orgasming hard against his face, riding his beard, and lost in the stroke of his hand over my clit.

He smacks my ass again, and I melt. Grabbing my hips, he slowly sinks into me, riding me deeper now, frenzied. Pulling out all the way so that I feel him from tip to balls, showing me just how pleasurable and massive he is.

“Your pussy is perfection, Hadleigh. You have no idea how far it pushes me over the edge. So wet and silky. And the way you flutter and suck me in is every-fucking-thing, like you can’t get enough of me.”

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