Page 19 of My Protective Mountain Man

"You're so tight," I groan, my hips moving in slow thrusts. "You feel so good."

“You’re so big,” she whispers, her nails digging into my back. I lose control and start pushing deeper, my hips slamming into hers. I’m going to make Sierra feel every inch that she begs for. She cries out, her body arching against mine. I reach down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

I can feel her walls stretch with every push inside. I have her legs pinned open and I’m enjoying her sweet, wet center. It’s almost more than I can bear. And if I didn’t have my own ego to worry about, I would explode inside of her right here and now.

"Yes, yes, yes," she begs, her body tensing. Her pussy clenches around me, her orgasm ripping through her. I groan, my own orgasm following hers. My seed rips into her and I collapse on top of her.

I pull out, my cock covered in her juices.

"Fuck, you're beautiful when you cum,” I say, my voice hoarse. This woman has worked me up and I don’t know if I can ever calm myself down with her tight little ass around me. She smiles, her chest heaving. I crawl up her body, my cock resting on her stomach. She reaches down, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her hand moving in slow strokes.

"I want to taste you," She says, her eyes on my cock. I nod, my cock begins twitching in her hand. She sits up, her mouth capturing the head of my manhood. I groan and my hands grip her hair. I shouldn’t be able to do this. I shouldn’t be able to get hard right after exploding inside of her. But my body is drawn to her in a way I have never felt with another woman. For her, I feel like I could do anything.

She takes me deep in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I feel feel the head of my cock pushing its way down her throat. I throw my head back, my body tensing as she continues to suck on me.

My body is shaking. "I'm gonna cum,” I warn. She looks up at me. My cock pulses in her mouth. But she dutifully swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving mine.

I pull her up, my mouth capturing hers in a deep kiss. Our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling. "That was amazing," I whisper, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

She lays in my arms and begins to close her eyes.

“Oh no, Sierra,” I say. “This night has only just begun.

EPILOGUE

SIERRA—TWO MONTHS LATER

I smoothdown the front of my dress for the hundredth time, pacing in front of the mirror. The soft, silky fabric clings to my body just right, hugging every curve in a way that makes me feel a little bit braver than I actually am. It’s my favorite dress—deep red, low at the back, with a neckline that walks the line between elegant and dangerous. I wore it because… well, because he said he had a surprise for me.

And because a part of me, the part that’s too wrapped up in him to think clearly, is terrified he’s about to ask me something I’m not ready for.

Like to marry him.

God, it’s only two months. But Everest doesn’t do things halfway. When he wants something, he goes after it. And when he looks at me, it’s like he already knows I’m his.

Still, I can’t stop my heart from beating out of my chest as I step out of the car and walk toward the restaurant. It’s tucked into the side of the mountain, all warm lighting and rustic charm, like it was carved right out of the forest.

I see him before he sees me.

He’s standing by the entrance, wearing a black button-up shirt that strains slightly at the chest and sleeves, his beardtrimmed, eyes scanning the road. When they land on me, they widen just slightly—and then a slow, proud smile spreads across his face like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“There you are,” he says, voice low and smooth.

I try to breathe. “Here I am.”

“You’re…” He steps forward, eyes sweeping over me with reverence. “Gorgeous.”

I feel heat rise to my cheeks. When he looks at me I feel like a treasure.

He holds the door open and guides me inside with a hand resting lightly on the small of my back. Every inch of me is buzzing with nerves, excitement, curiosity. He’s being so thoughtful, so gentle. It’s almost disarming.

He pulls my chair out for me, and I lower myself into it, my hands resting in my lap to keep them from trembling.

Everest lifts the wine glass to his lips and flashes me a grin. “See? Told you I’m not completely feral. I even remembered to pull your chair out.”

I laugh, a little more nervously than I mean to. “Look at you, evolving.”

He winks. “It’s all thanks to you. You’ve trained me well. Next thing you know, I’ll be quoting poetry and folding napkins into swans.”

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