Page 18 of My Protective Mountain Man

And I feel it then—this overwhelming wave of something fierce and tender all at once. It rocks me harder than anything I’ve ever known. All those years I thought I needed to be alone, to protect what was mine by shutting everyone out…

They mean nothing now. She’s changed everything.

I lean over the center console and kiss her, slow and deep. My hand slides up to cup the side of her neck, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw as her lips move with mine. She sighs into the kiss, melting like she was always meant to be here, always meant to fit into my life, my world, my arms.

We pull up to the cabin and I kiss her again, this time with more heat, more urgency, and she responds with the same fire. I taste everything she’s offering—her surrender, her trust, her affection—and I give her mine in return.

When I pull back, her eyes are glazed and a little dazed. Her cheeks flushed. Her smile soft and real. I want to memorize every part of her in this moment—the sound of her breath, the way she’s looking at me like I’m the one who hung the stars.

“Let’s go inside,” I murmur.

She nods without hesitation.

We step out of the truck, the air still warm with the last light of day, the scent of pine and earth grounding me in the moment. I walk around to her side and take her hand again, needing the feel of her, needing to make sure she doesn’t disappear.

Together, we walk up the wooden steps to the cabin, our footsteps slow, unhurried. There’s no rush now. Just us.

As I open the door and lead her inside, something in my chest loosens. I’ve spent years building these walls—real andemotional—and now, for the first time, I want to tear them all down.

Because she’s not just stepping into my house. She’s moving into my life. And I’m never letting her walk back out.

We step inside and it’s only seconds before I turn to face her, my heart full of love and my groin full of lust. "I've been thinking about this all day," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I step closer to her and my hands cup her face. I lean in, my lips capture her in a deep kiss. Our tongues dance, exploring each other's mouths.

Tasting her is electric. Our tongues clash in a fierce ensemble. I capture her lower lip between my teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with my tongue.

Her hands pull at my shirt, her nails scraping against my skin. I groan, capturing her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head.

"You're mine now, Sierra," I say, my voice rough.

Sierra's eyes flash. "Then take me, Everest. Make me yours."

I move my hands to roam her body, my fingers tracing the outline of her breasts through her shirt. She moans into my mouth, her hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer. I lift her shirt, my hands trailing over her skin. My broad fingers move along her ribcage. I unhook her bra and my fingers roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She gasps and her back arches her body into mine.

"You like that, don't you?" I whisper, my lips trailing down her neck. She nods, her eyes close, and her breath coming in short gasps. I take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the hardened bud. She moans again, her fingers wrap around my hair, gently pulling on the strands. It takes everything I have not to throw her to the floor right then and there and destroy her perfectly tight cunt with deep, unbridled thrusts.

My hands slide down her body, unbuttoning her jeans. I push them down, my eyes lingering on her lacy panties. How did she know to wear these? They’re driving me wild and she’s lucky I don’t rip them off.

I hook my fingers into her waistband, reluctantly pulling them down gently, revealing her wet slit. I kneel in front of her, my tongue licking her slit. She cries out, her hands gripping my hair tighter.

My tongue flicks out, licking her from bottom to top. She cries out, her hips pressing against my mouth. I find her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking on it in my mouth.

Sierra's moans filled the room. "Fuck, Everest. You're so good at that."

I smile against her lips, my tongue continuing its assault. Sierra's body begins to tense

"I'm close, Everest. So close," she pants.

I looked up, my eyes meeting hers. “Cum for me, Sierra. I want to taste you when you do."

Her eyes roll back, her body convulses as she cums. I lap up her juices, my cock throbbing in anticipation.

I stand up, she looks at me. "I want you inside me," she says, her voice desperate. I smile, my fingers find her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She squirms, her hips thrusting against my hand.

Her perfectly shaved center drips her sweet juices down my fingers and she’s clearly ready to take me.

I lift her up, her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. I climb on top of her, my cock poised at her entrance. She looks into my eyes as I push inside her, and her tight pussy grips my throbbing cock. I moan, my hips pushing against her.

I’m the first man to conquer this peak and it turns me on knowing that I own her. That her pussy will be perfectly molded to me, and only me.

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