Page 51 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men
I look over and see Lena in the doorway. Her hair is a cloud of messy, golden hair, and her cheeks are still far too pink. She looks freshly fucked, and I feel aroused all over again.
“Of course,” I tell her while pushing open the shower door, so that she can climb in. I cuddle her into my body under the hot water and kiss her ear. “Are you doing okay?”
She laughs and turns around to let me kiss her. “Gosh, how could I be anything else?” she asks me with another giggle. She reaches around me to grab the bar of soap I just put down and starts running it over her arms and her belly.
I watch her heavy breasts sway a little as she runs the soap over her skin. She’s far too sexy to be real, this woman who landed in our laps this winter. I’ve also never met anyone so generous and kind. She’s taken the time to get to know us, to heal all of us, to take us into her heart. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been happier.
“I can’t tell you how nice it is that you can take all of me like that,” I tell her as I watch her rinse off.
She blinks away the water running over her face and looks at me with confusion, her head tilted to the side. “What do you mean?”
I grin at her and point at my cock, which is already heading back toward being erect. “I’m just really big. I hurt some girls, and itcan be hard to find positions that work for most women. It’s nice to just…lose myself in you.”
She smiles slyly at me, reaching out to touch the head of my cock. It leaps into her hand eagerly.
“Your cock is gorgeous,” she says to me. “And it feels incredible inside of me.”
She tilts her head back, so that she can meet my gaze. I growl and lift her into my arms. I pin her to the wall and impale her in a smooth stroke. She arches her back and gasps, clinging to my shoulders.
“You’re always so wet for us,” I grind out as I pump in and out of her. Her breasts bounce as we collide. I love the panting, gasping noises she’s making. “I love that you want us so much.”
“Oh, my God,” she says around a loud gasp, pressing closer to me and tightening her legs around me. “Make me come, Tanner!”
“Your wish is my command,” I say, biting her neck, not caring if I mark her. I swivel and lift her off my dick. She makes a little sound of disappointment, but I spin her to face the wall and kick her feet apart. I hunker down a little, and then press into her again in one long, strong stroke.
She cries out, her cheek pressed against the tiles as I start moving hard inside of her again.
“You make me crazy,” I say in her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Watching you take both of them was so sexy. I love fucking you.”
I grab her wet hair and pull her head back, so that I can kiss her hard, my tongue diving into her mouth and tangling with hers. She gives as good as she’s getting, grinding into me eagerly, surrendering to my desperation.
“Come for me, baby.” As if she can control my body with her words, my orgasm surprises me by washing over me harshly, making me almost slip. She makes a little “oof” sound as I try not to crush her, caught in the throes of my pleasure.
She stretches up on her tiptoes and presses back into me twice before crying out and coming with a gush of warmth. I cling to her, panting, trying to collect my scrambled thoughts.
“Jesus,” I manage to whisper, finally strong enough to step back and help her to get her bearings again. “I’m sorry I crushed you against the wall.”
She laughs. “I didn’t mind. It was sexy that you lost it like that.”
“God, I could do this every day, all day,” I say to her and then kiss her bruised lips.
She opens her mouth to say something when, suddenly, we both hear Sophie yelling for her mother.
Her eyes go wide, and she slips out of my arms, yanking my bathrobe off the hook by the door. She looks silly in it because it’s so big, but she doesn’t let that stop her as she rushes from the bathroom.
I hear her talking to her child as I turn off the water and fumble for a towel. I hang back, not sure that she wants to have to explain why both of us were in the shower.
“What do you mean Daddy’s here?” Lena says, and her voice sounds high and scared.
“I saw him outside the window, and he pressed a finger to his lips at me, like he had a secret,” Sophie says eagerly. “We need to let him in, so he doesn’t get cold.”
“No!” Lena says abruptly to her child, and I hear Sophie’s shocked sound of protest. Her mother never talks to her sharply, but this time is different. “Under no circumstances will you let anyone inside, do you hear me, Sophie?”
I hear Sophie start to cry. “Okay, Mommy,” she says in a small voice.
I decide that this isn’t a time for modesty, and I yank on my clothing that I threw on the floor of the bathroom. If Sophie’s dad is here, we probably have a very real problem on our hands.
“Lena,” I say to her as I come out of the bathroom. Sophie’s noisy shout has alerted Tanner and Brody, and they’re already in the hall.
