Page 23 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Surprisem
“To punish you for talking like that. I like you as-is. Everything about you. Don’t change for me or anyone else.”
I nod, blood pulsing with fire. My throat feels thick, my mouth thirsty as hell for more of him.
“And to leave my mark on you,” he adds with a lopsided grin.
“Well, you’ll have to bite harder than that,” I say without thinking, fighting the urge to slap my hand over my lips the moment I hear the words.
“Oh, I will,” he promises with a wink, voice smoldering. “I’ll make sure the whole world knows you’re mine, Shivers.”
The possessive words roll through me like the waves of pleasure that accompany his tongue as his head descends again, his mouth swirling, twirling, and twisting me into heady submission. My hands glide into his thick, damp red curls, urgently pressing his face against my pussy. My hips stray towards him, and he chuckles, clearly happy with my show of desire.
His hand comes up, fingers swiping through my drenched folds as his breath hisses against my pussy. Unprecedented tremors of pleasure rock my core. I close my eyes, head lolling back as I see stars.
“So wet, juicy, and all mine.” His thick, rough fingers slide back and forth along my pussy lips, unraveling me. I feel swollen and impossibly tight, the tension ratcheting until I’m sure I’ll explode. “You like it when I play with your lips like this?”
“Yes, Mateo,” I beg. “Please don’t stop. That’s perfect.”
“How about this?” His thick pointer finger slides into me, and he growls again, sounding like a man possessed by a wolf or a bear. Every bit the dangerous predator.
I nod, unprecedented urgency stealing my voice.
“The way you grip my finger, Calliope, so tight. God, I can’t wait to slide into your slick cunt.”
The C-word makes me gasp. Yet, something about the taboo term sets me ablaze. Damn, this man is dangerous.
“I can’t wait, either.” I start to add, “I’ve waited so long for this.” But I catch myself, reluctant to ruin the moment with talk of the past he wants laid to rest.
And truth be told, I can’t focus on anything else with his soft, pliable tongue lapping at my clit and his finger stroking the bundle of nerves at the front of my channel. My breath comesin fast-paced pants, more shuffling in and out of my mouth haphazardly than following a particular pattern.
He adds a second finger, the stretch painful in the most delicious way. “Yes,” I urge. I need even more of him, discomfort be damned.
“I’m going to ride you hard, Calliope. Make you scratch my back and scream my name.”
Ride me hard?I don’t know about that. I open my mouth to speak, producing an ecstatic cry instead. His tongue swirls my clit again and again, pressure increasing as he sucks me between his lips. His teeth graze the tender surface, and I shudder, caught up in the yummy pleasure of this man’s naughty teasing.
He makes naughty wet noises as he curves his fingers back towards himself, his tongue sliding frenetically back and forth over my clit. The nub is swollen and sensitive as heat pulses through me in waves, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I moan, arching towards him as I float away, caught in something so deliciously wonderful I can’t describe it.
“Come for me, Calliope,” he orders in growly tones. “Cover me in your cum.”
Can I even do that?I don’t know. But I do feel like I’m going to explode. Question is, will he be able to piece me back together afterward?
My body shivers, aching toward a wild, out-of-control conclusion. His tongue is wicked, pushing me to new ecstatic heights as he alternates with his fingers until his beard is shiny and wet with my arousal.
My thighs tense, shaking, my pelvis rising as I scream his name into the night, hips bucking. My pussy gulps as warmth gushes from my nub, and Mateo groans, devouring me. His beard tickles my pussy and inner thighs as he eats me out ravenously while my channel grips and sucks his fingers. I meltinto the boulder and his body, coming unglued from the inside out on punishing, pleasurable, seismic waves of release.
Mateo works me through it, not stopping until I’m completely spent. Stars still glimmer behind my eyes, head lolling to the side as I find it impossible to catch my breath. He runs his hand over his beard, panting hard and seizing me around the waist, pulling me back into the water.
I grab his neck instinctively, legs wrapping back around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. You won’t remember your own goddamned name.”
I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.What’s he talking about?Has he forgotten everything we discussed in our emails?I open my mouth to say more, but his hard, thick cock stops me, slamming into me aggressively. The cream between my legs makes the slide breathtakingly efficient and searing.
Pain stabs through me as he seats himself completely inside me with the first thrust. I bury my head at the nape of his neck, fingernails clawing into him hard as I shriek.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he exclaims, stunned. He slides his hand between our bodies, mastering my clit with fast, frenzied movements, laboring to transform my cries of pain and shock into screams of adulation and ecstasy.
Tight? What in the hell did he expect?I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing through the pain.It’s okay. Everything’s fine.
In the emails, he said he’d be gentle, take his time. Work me into this. Maybe he thought better of it, deciding to rip the Band-Aid off instead. But, shit, I wish he’d warned me first.
