Page 37 of Restored By the Mountain Man
“Ezra,” she moans, spreading her legs wider and chanting, yes.
I bite her shoulder, feeling my cum rushing from my balls.
Fuck, I’m not ready for this to end.
I pull out, both of us shouting in denial. I flip her again onto her back. Her hair and eyes are equally wild. I rush to untie her wrists.
My lips at hers as I untie, I tell her, “You’re such a good girl.” She licks my mouth. “You want my come, baby?”
“Yes,” she pants. The second her hands are free, they’re all over me.
“I want to feel your body tighten around me as I fill you up.” I kiss her before pulling back and lining myself up.
Her long legs wrap high around my waist. My dick shines with our combined wetness. Whimpering, Zoe’s hand shoots down and starts rubbing her clit frantically.
I take her hand, laying it over her, and hold it above her head. Her fingers intertwine with mine. Her other hand runs through my hair. The shiver causes electric jolts to my cock.
I take her thigh in the other hand and lift it high before I thrust back in.Hard.She barks out a cry, her body wrapping me in a vice. Both our grips are being led by this madness of need. I unleash, letting my hips drive deep, over, and over, and over.
“I need you to come for me again, Sweet Cheeks. I want you flooding my cock as I come so deep, this pussy is claimed as mine,” I growl into her mouth.
Our tongues messily wrestle, our breaths gasping and panting. Her body locks up, trembling before she screams my name.
Finally.
I chase my own release.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” My hips lose rhythm, the tightening along my spine before heat shoots through my lower body has my thrusts wildly chasing the promised high. “I’m fucking coming, baby.”
“Fill me, fill me, fill me,” she chants, lost in her pleasure.
I arch into her body, shouting her name as my body explodes. Overwhelming pleasure flares in every direction of my body, my come jerking in streams inside her sweetest heaven.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I grunt into her neck as my balls keep twitching, my dick swelling and relieving.
I feel like I’m dying. I feel alive.
Zoe wraps me in her arms and legs, both of us still feeling the end of our orgasms. Her pants ring out in husky, broken whimpers. I sound like a bull, catching its breath. I take her body fully into my arms, turning us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling over me. I’m still half-hard inside her.
“Holy Euphoria, Batman,” she heaves into my shoulder.
It’s the last thing I ever expected to come out of her mouth in this moment. And I bust out laughing.
Laughter, pure and unhindered, leaves my body for the first time in…I can’t even remember. Smiling, she lifts her head and watches. Not waiting for it to die off, Zoe leans down and peppers kisses all over my face, giggling.
Holy shit. My chest hurts. This feels too damn good.
I turn us to our sides as the laughter calms and run my fingers lightly over her face. Her fingertips trace shapes on my bare back.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” I whisper.
Her head tilts, softly smiling. “My mountain man talks very dirty. But the tie?” she says, grinning. “So doesn’t surprise me.”
“Oh, really?” I smile.
“You totally like control in the bedroom. Sometimes.” Her brow arches and spells pure trouble. “Don’t think I’m too sex drunk after you fucked me stupid. You said I get my turn next.”
I reach down and cup her entrance that leaks our combined release. “As long as I get to mark this pussy with more of my cum in the end, you can foreplay however you want.” I squeeze her, then slick my two middle fingers up between her lips until I find her sensitive clit and softly play with it.
