Page 18 of The Mountain Man's Accidental Bride
Then I taste her.
One slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue, and the world fucking tilts. She’s warm, wet, perfect—so sweet it burns. Honey and heat all in one.
This can’t be real.
The way her hips jerk against my mouth is. The desperate little whimper she makes when I do it again? Definitely real. I don’t need to pinch myself to confirm it.
I take my time tracing her slit, savoring the way her thighs tremble when I tease her entrance. Fuck. She’s dripping for me, and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.
Then I find it—that tight, swollen bud, and the noise she makes when I circle it leaves my head spinning. My groan vibrates against her, my hands locking around her hips to hold her still. It’s like she can’t help herself.
“August—”
Her fingers tug hard, but I don’t speed up. No, I linger, flicking my tongue just to hear her beg.
“Please.”
There it is. And I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like the whine in her voice. Makes me want to keep teasing her to see how far she’d go.
Writing the idea as something to try next time, because there will definitely be a next time, I pull back far enough to taste her on my lips.
Soaking my finger with her juices, I watch her expression as I slip it past her entrance. So slick and hot, I bury my finger as deep as I can go.
“I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.” Growling the words, I can hear how wet she is. Fuck, can she?
My other fingers spread her wider, and she whimpers as I suck her clit between my lips, her hips jerking like she can’t decide between grinding down or running away. But I hold her steady with my free hand, my grip firm.
“Look at you,” I rasp against her thigh, biting just hard enough to leave a mark. “Taking me so fucking good.”
Just to prove my point, I work a second finger inside and stroke her inner walls. Curling both, she squeezes around me. My cock weeps in jealousy.
The noises she makes—broken moans, my name like a prayer, the slick, filthy sound of my mouth on her. Every one of them goes straight to my cock, harder than I’ve ever been.
My patience is wearing thin, but I push through for a little longer.
“I need more. I need—” Her voice cracks, nails biting into my wrist as she tries to pull me deeper. Going as far as trying to grind against my palm, I fight the chuckle that forms at discovering just how hungry she is for pleasure.
I click my tongue, dragging my lips up her inner thigh just to watch her squirm. “Not yet.”
Then I add a third finger, working it inside her just as deeply. As tight as she is, her body accepts every inch I have to give.
Her back arches off the bed with a sharp cry, her thighs trembling around my hand. A cry flutters past her lips, and I can see it, see why she’s so insistent we move on. She’s getting close to her limit.
Shushing her, I press my thumb hard against her clit, circling in rough, relentless circles just to hear her whimper. Her pussygrips me like a vice, slick and scorching, and I groan at the thought of my cock buried in that heat instead.
“Look how good you take all three.” Complimenting her, I lick up the result of each thrust of my fingers. At this rate, she’s going to leave a damp spot on the sheets. “Let go.”
She soon shatters—a broken sob tearing from her throat as she comes, her walls pulsing around my fingers. I don’t let up, fucking her through it, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, until she’s limp and trembling beneath me.
Only then do I pull my fingers free, glistening with her release. I bring them to my lips, never breaking eye contact as I lick them clean. There’s no question about my newfound addiction.
“Now,” I rasp, crawling over her, my cock heavy and throbbing against her thigh as it strains against the fabric separating us. “You sure you’re ready for the real thing?”
Payton blinks up at me, her pupils blown wide, lips parted. “Already?”
The innocence in her voice nearly wrecks me. A grin splits my face—wild, unchecked, feral—and I know my teeth are showing, know that I look like a man unhinged.
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers trembling. Not from a show of nerves. From want. And that’s all it takes for the reminder to hit me.
