Page 24 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Surprisem
Tears cascade over my lower lashes, and I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste metallic, salty blood as the big hand not busy with my pearl guides me up and down his rod. Each stroke is mercilessly demanding, though less painful than the last as he forges a path through my body. Maybe he was right about thisapproach after all. But my body shakes, still shellshocked by the initial thrust.
I wanted romance, whispered poetry, and soft, lingering touches for my first time. Mateo gives me hellfire, fury, and animalistic grunts.
His head descends to my neck, his tongue and lips ravaging my pulse point. My head falls back, the air escaping from my mouth in a long, languid exhale as he angles my hips so that his thick, powerful head stimulates my G-spot. It almost makes up for the aggressive penetration.Almost.
“God, you make me feral.” He growls, stroke deepening. “And your pussy’s drenched.”
I gasp, overwhelmed by too many sensations. His hot flesh against mine, hard muscles rippling beneath the surface. His massive cock stroking me long and hard, taking deep and thorough possession of my body, rearranging my damn organs to suit his size.
At least, that’s how it feels. Never has such a heady combination of pleasure and pain held me hostage, dolorous sighs mixed with moans of bliss. My body feels traitorous, lapping up the abuse, even as I tremble from shock.
Mateo rides me hard as he says he would. Passion and anger run through me simultaneously as I grip his back, digging my claws into him and biting his shoulder. I don’t draw blood, but I’m fairly certain he’ll bruise, especially with his lighter skin.
Instead of taking these evidences of pain as a sign to slow down, my moves unhinge him. He pounds me at a punishing pace. I feel used rather than cherished, an object rather than a person, though my greedy pussy responds hungrily to his careless touch. Maybe it’s my own body’s betrayal that upsets me the most.
My screams of shock and bliss echo off the distant mountains as his bestial growls pierce the night. “Come for me,” hecommands. I want to smack and kiss him simultaneously, my words somehow lost in this aggressive exchange.
A thousand feelings topple over me all at once as though I stand beneath a cresting wave. Pain, pleasure, anger, passion, shock, and lust of the blackest stripe.
I need him to wreck me, turn me inside out. He does so without hesitation, and I hate him for it. Fingernails piercing his flesh, I cry his name, my pussy frantically milking him as I gush warm liquid. He thrusts into me again and again, stars smashing behind my eyelids until he groans savagely, flooding me with his hot seed.
“Oh, God, Callie,” he sighs, body pulsing into mine. Nothing will ever be the same between us.
Chapter
Nine
MCGREGOR
“Was that wild enough for you?” I ask with a lopsided grin, grabbing a strand of her ebony hair that’s fallen lose, stroking it between my fingertips and feeling its silkiness.
“That was …” She looks away, her chin trembling.
I’m still buried to the hilt inside her, my big hands gripping her ass. I lean her against the boulder again, bringing my hand up to snag her chin and turn her gaze toward me.
She bites her thick bottom lip, eyes swimming.
What in the hell have I done wrong?
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Calliope.”
She sniffles, eyes raging as she looks at me long and hard.
“Come on, Shivers. Where’s that honest streak of yours?” My heart thuds behind my ribcage as regret seizes me, though I don’t even know what I’m regretting.
Her face fractures. “None of this is what I expected. What we talked about in our letters and emails. I know, I know. I’m not supposed to bring those up. But, God, Mack …”
Fury courses through my veins at that name. If I never hear that one syllable again, it’ll be too soon.
“I told you, Calliope. I’m not the guy who wrote those letters or emails. Why do you keep bringing them up?”
Her eyes round as she stares at me, her face twisting. “What is wrong with you?” she whispers.
“Wrong with me? Nothing,” I answer, letting her down until her feet touch the bottom of the lake. I take a step back, running my fingers through my wet hair. Callie leans forward, smacking my shoulder and bringing my alarmed eyes to hers.
She buries her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking. Now, I’ve really done it.
“Calliope, please,” I beg, stepping forward to hug her. But she pulls away. “What did I do wrong?”
