Page 43 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
I tighten the hand at her wrists, tuck the other under her ass, and slowly slide in. Her inhale hitches. I wait for her body to relax before I squeeze her ass, pull out, then thrust in a bit deeper.
Her eyes become hooded. I lean in and kiss her, slowly, taking it deeper but keeping it sensual as I slide my cock further in with some resistance. Keeping my mouth on hers, she pants.
“I can’t wait to feel you tighten around my hard cock, baby. You’re so wet and hot and tight,” I groan as she opens up more, getting wetter with every word.
“My baby’s gonna want my cock day and night, aren’t you?” I lick her parted lips. “I’m already addicted to this pussy. I’m going to claim it with my come, filling every corner. I want you leaking all night.”
Moaning, her hands jerk in my hold. Her hips lift, taking me deeper. “Fuck yes, baby. I worship my goddess. I’ll eat that pussy day and night if you let me.”
“West,” she pants. “I want you to take me. Harder.”
“I feel good inside you?”
“So fucking good,” she cries out. “I want more.”
The hand I have on her ass comes up and wraps around her jaw. My hold is firm, in the moment, but not restrictive. I turn her face slightly to the left and growl into her cheek, finally bottoming out inside her.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re so fucking tight, I could come without moving.” I pant, open-mouthed by her ear, her pussy squeezing when both hands keeping her in place tighten. “You like submitting your body to me?”
I keep myself pressed deep inside, not moving yet. Her pulsing channel milks me. It takes great willpower to keep from releasing yet.
“You want me to take this body, wreck it for any other fucker who dares think they’d ever have the privilege of your smile, your voice, the sounds you make when my tongue flicks your little clit?”
“West,” she moans. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me hard.” Her hands don’t want out of my hold, but her overstimulated body wants release, so they jerk against it.
“With pleasure, my goddess.”
I pull out slowly, feeling her pussy suck against the retreat, then bring my hips flush to hers in one full thrust.
“Yes!” Her hips push against mine, taking me deeper, my tight balls pushing against her ass. She hooks her foot under my ass and pushes me in.
I let my body take over and give us what we both want. I take her harder, faster, my shaft vibrating with heat, my spine tingling. We’re both loud. I bark out grunts, feeling her tightness mold around my cock. I wrap my hand around her hair. She turns her face and seeks my mouth.
We collide. Our tongues duel, our hips frantic. Her rhythm finds mine, and we’re one, connected in a way that’ll never fade.
“This body was made to take my cock. Fuck, you take me so well.”
“Come inside me, Hero. I want to feel it,” she bites my lower lip.
Growling, my thrusts grow deeper. Every punch of my hips pulls a cry of pleasure from her. I want to feel her nails pierce my skin. I let her hands go, and they fly to my back, not knowing where to land. Her scratches heighten my need to come.
“I’m gonna take you all over this fucking house, Pixie. I want you on your hands and knees as I take you from behind.”
Her cries are screams now. “Yes!”
I find her clit between our sweat-slicked bodies and circle it. “I need you to come, baby. I’m gonna come so hard, but I want you wetting my cock with it first.”
Her fingertips dig into my shoulder blades, her legs lock, her neck arches back, and her mouth gapes open, no sound until it happens. She lets go.
“Fuck!” I can’t control my rhythm as fire ignites up my back. My balls seize and come shoots out.
I jerk, spilling as Camille’s pussy wets and squeezes, demanding more. My throat's hoarse as I shout, orgasming harder than ever in my damn life.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she pants, spasming in aftershocks, initiating another round of release up my shaft.
I push my hips into hers, the tip of my still hard cock nudging deep against a surface that has her gasping, her walls clenching harder.
