Page 9 of Tracked By the Mountain Man
I work my way down her body, kissing and nipping at her soft skin, leaving small marks that claim her as mine. When I reach the edge of her panties, I look up to find her watching me with dark, hungry eyes.
"Please," she whispers, lifting her hips.
I hook my fingers in the cotton and draw it down slowly, torturing us both. When I settle between her thighs, she's already glistening for me, swollen and ready.
"Fuck, Leah. You're so wet already." I blow gently across her sensitive flesh, making her whimper. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," she gasps. "All for you. Please, Tyler, I need it."
The rest of her words dissolve into a cry as I put my mouth on her, licking a broad stripe up her center before focusing on her clit. She tastes like nectar, like everything I've been craving without knowing it.
"Oh God, right there," she moans, her thighs trembling around my head. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I work her with my lips and tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on the bundle of nerves that makes her writhe beneath me. When I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot, she nearly comes off the bed.
"Tyler! I'm going to—oh fuck—"
Her orgasm crashes over her, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers as she cries out my name. I don't stop, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she's boneless and gasping beneath me.
"That was incredible," she pants, reaching for me with shaking hands. "But I need more. I need you inside me. Now."
I move up her body, my cock hard and aching against her thigh. "Are you sure you're ready for me, sweetheart? I'm not exactly small."
She looks down between us, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of my thick length. "I can take it," she says, her voice breathy with want. "I want to take all of you."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. "Tell me if it's too much."
"It won't be," she insists, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Please, Tyler. Fuck me."
The crude word from her sweet mouth nearly destroys me. I push forward slowly, gritting my teeth at the exquisite torture of her tight heat surrounding me inch by inch.
"Christ, you feel amazing," I groan, barely halfway inside her. "So tight, so perfect."
"More," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I can take more."
I sink deeper, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Instead, I see pure pleasure, her lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
"All of it," she demands, tilting her hips to take me to the hilt. "I want to feel every inch of your cock inside me."
The words snap my control. I drive the rest of the way home, both of us crying out at the sensation. She's so tight around me I can barely think, her body gripping me like a velvet fist.
"Move," she pleads, rocking against me. "God, Tyler, please move."
I start with slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. But slow doesn't last long, not with the way she's responding, meeting every thrust, begging for more.
"Harder," she gasps, her legs tightening around me. "I want to feel you tomorrow."
I give her what she wants, driving into her with powerful thrusts that have the bed frame slamming against the wall. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, wet and primal and perfect.
"You like that, don't you?" I growl against her ear. "Like feeling my cock stretch you open."
"Yes," she moans, her back arching. "I love it. Love how you fill me completely."
I reach between us, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Her response is immediate and electric, her inner walls clenching around me.
"I'm going to come again," she warns, her voice breaking. "Tyler!"
"Come for me," I command, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Come all over my cock while I'm buried deep inside you."
