Page 14 of Her Mountain Man Giant

“Oh!”

She tastes so damn good, sweeter than cherry pie, her skin silky smooth against my mouth. I lick up to her swollen clit, and she spasms against me, moaning as I flick my tongue against it.

She likes that.

I suck the swollen bud into my mouth and Violet’s back arches, her legs quivering either side of my head. I hold her still, trapping her as I worship her sensitive clit, teasing it with my lips, my tongue.

“Oh! Tanner…”

The sound of her moaning my name sends a pulse of desire through me. All I care about is her pleasure. I want to make her feel so fucking good. I want to hear her come undone for me, crying out as I make her mine.

Mine to pleasure.

Mine to taste.

Mine to fuck.

My cock is aching, hard as rock as I reach a hand between Violet’s legs, seeking out her tight hole. It’s so damn tiny, gushing with warm cream. Still sucking her clit, I thrust two fingers inside her, pumping them in a desperate rhythm.

I need her to come.

She’s so fucking tight, her wet heat clamping around my fingers. Her little mewls of pleasure fill my ears, her body quaking like the trees outside as her orgasm blooms.

“Oh, God…Tanner! Tanner!”

Her muscles contract, her clit pulsing against my lips as she comes hard.

That’s right, sugar, I think to myself.

You’re mine.

From now on, it’s my name you’re gonna scream every time you come.

I lap up her sweet cream, a deep possessiveness burning inside me when I finally pull away to look at her. Those pretty eyes are glazed with lust, lips parted as she stares up at me.

“That was amazing,” she says, her body relaxing against the couch.

“Don’t get comfortable, sugar. I’m not finished with you yet.”

I scoop her into my arms and straighten up, carrying her into my bedroom. Then I set her down on my giant four-poster bed, and she lies back, her eyes glinting in the dark. The storm shutter is drawn over the window, blocking out the light, so Iturn on the lamp in the corner, filling the room with a dim orange glow.

I don’t waste another second. I tear off my plaid shirt and kick off my jeans before grabbing Violet’s tank top. She helps me pull it up over her head, then unclips her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders. My eyes roam her naked body. Every inch of her is plump and curvy, from her soft belly to the swell of her rounded breasts. She looks too perfect to be real—like something out of a painting. I run my hands reverentially over her soft, creamy skin, my mouth dry with longing. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Violet right now. My body rages with it—this bone-deep need—and I’m breathing hard as I reach for my boxers, impatient to remove the final layer between us.

I’m going to claim this sweet angel.

Fill her with my cock until she screams.

Nothing can stop me now.

I’m taking what’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.

9

VIOLET

I watch breathlesslyas Tanner drops his boxers, kicking them aside until he’s standing naked in front of me. I have to stop my mouth from falling open. He really is a giant in every sense of the word. His cock is just as big as the rest of him, thick and meaty, and desire throbs between my thighs as I take in his naked body. His bulging biceps—as thick as tree trunks. The dark swirls of ink that cover his chiseled chest. His powerful thigh muscles. He looks like he was carved from the mountain itself as he hulks over the bed. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sheer size of him.

He climbs on top of me, his body covering mine—hardness meeting softness. His beard brushes against my chin, those olive green eyes burning into me as he positions himself between my thighs. I feel his cock poking against me, hard as stone, and my heart stutters nervously.

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