Page 20 of Her Mountain Man Giant

“Thank you,” I tell him, kissing his grizzled cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Just telling the truth, sugar.”

I melt against him with a sigh of contentment, propping up my swollen feet on the footstool. Rain starts to patter softly against the window. My eyes flutter closed as Tanner strokes my hair, running his hands through the long strands. It feels good. I let myself relax, melting back against the couch cushions when a sharp knock sounds at the door.

“Don’t even think about it,” Tanner says as I start to get up. “You stay here and rest.”

He presses a kiss on my forehead and stands up. I twist in my seat and look toward the door as it opens to reveal Wyatt, our neighbor, standing outside in the rain.

“Hi, Wyatt!” I call from the couch.

“Hey.” He raises a hand to greet me from the doorway. “Sorry to bother you.”

“You want to come in?” Tanner asks him. “Get out of the rain?”

“No, that’s okay. Just came to give you these.” He holds out a tray covered in foil. “Isabelle baked some brownies yesterday. She was craving them like crazy, but today she can’t stand the sight of them.”

I chuckle knowingly. Isabelle is Wyatt’s wife, and she’s even more pregnant than I am—just a couple of weeks from the nine-month mark. We hang out all the time, and it’s been great to have a friend who is experiencing all the same things I am, including insane cravings for chocolate.

“Anyway, she thought you might appreciate them,” Wyatt continues. He already looks impatient to get back to his wife, taking a step away from the door.

“Thank you!” I say brightly. “And thank Isabelle for me, too. Tell her I’ll see her soon.”

“Will do.” He nods at us in parting. “Stay safe tonight. This storm’s gonna turn nasty.”

He heads back the way he came, and Tanner closes the door behind him, setting the tray of brownies on the table.

“A nasty storm, huh?” he says, sitting back down beside me. “Guess we’re not going anywhere for a little while, sugar.”

I feel his eyes on me, burning into the side of my face. “I guess not.”

“Have to find a way to keep ourselves occupied.”

I smile at him teasingly. “Cards? Charades?”

Tanner grunts, his hand grazing the hem of my summer dress. “I have something else in mind.” His fingers dip beneath the fabric, brushing my inner thigh, and I shudder at his touch.

“What kind of something?” I ask, my breath hitching.

“I’ll show you.”

He leans in and captures my lips in a searing kiss, his beard rough against my chin as he moves his mouth against mine. I canstill taste chocolate on his tongue as it pushes between my lips, hot and hungry, desire pooling between my legs as he reaches a hand into my panties. He plays with my clit, teasing the swollen nub, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I want more.

I need more.

Tanner seems to read my thoughts. He knows my body—knows exactly what I want—and he doesn’t make me wait. Breaking our kiss, he stands up from the couch and tugs down his jeans and boxers in one quick movement, letting his hard cock spring free. My core throbs hard, anticipation flooding through me as he takes my hand, guiding me into our bedroom, his eyes burning into me all the way.

The rain is heavier now, pounding against the bedroom windows as Tanner slides down my panties, tossing them aside before he lies back on the bed. He pulls me on top of him, careful not to hurt my bump, holding his huge cock in one hand and guiding me onto it with the other. I slide onto it with a moan, resting my hands on his vast shoulders.

“That feel better, sugar?” Tanner growls, breathing hard.

I nod eagerly, savoring the way he fills up my aching core, stretching me open. It feels so good, and I rock against him, gasping at how deep he is.

“Good girl.” He grabs my hips, helping me move against him. “Ride my cock just like that.”

I do as he says, grinding my clit against him, panting as he bucks his hips and thrusts his cock up into me. We find our rhythm, bodies slapping together in time, the friction making my head spin.

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