Page 54 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
Panting against his mouth, those gray-green eyes promise pleasure. He positions us against the wall across the room.
“Turn around,” he orders in that deep voice that alone can make me come.
I turn and press my palms against the wood panels aligning his office walls. Reaching around my hips, he unbuttons, then unzips my jeans.
“Will you let me fuck you against this wall, Little Pixie?”
My ass juts out, grinding back against his hardness. “Please,” I breathe out.
His nose nuzzles my neck, moving my hair out of the way as his hand slides into my underwear, under my jeans, then instantly finds my clit.
I cry out, hips jerking at the stimulation.
He tsks. “Can’t have someone coming and interrupting us before I’ve got your juice dripping from my cock, baby.”
“I want your come,” I crane my neck back, giving him room to bite into my flesh and growl. The vibration from his throat, hardening my nipples.
“Such a dirty girl,” he licks up my neck. “Who knew?”
“You did. Only you,” I pant against the wall.
“Only ever me,” he rasps, reaching further in and sliding two fingers inside me.
I whimper, biting my lip so hard, I might break skin.
“My goddess. Such a good girl, staying quiet for us.”
I reach back blindly and find his jean button, popping it open. I don’t hesitate. I push his pants down as best as I can from this angle. West uses his other hand to help me finish the job. His bare cock brushes my fingers.
“Hands on the wall, Little Pixie.”
Reluctantly, I slap them back as West’s fingers pump inside me. The tight fit inside my jeans makes the heel of his palm press down on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
My inner walls squeeze down on his fingers, sending shockwaves through my core.
“I want you to come, baby. Then you get my cock,” he pants in my ear, moving his hips into my jean-covered ass.
“Pull down my jeans,” I whine. “I want to feel you wet between my cheeks.”
“Fuck, you’re my dirty girl,” he groans, pulling out his fingers, causing me to cry out.
West pulls my jeans and underwear down past my knees, gets flush behind me, and thrusts three fingers inside me.
“Oh, God,” I can’t help but cry out.
His other hand covers my mouth as his shaft that I feel drip with precome, slides between my cheeks, and starts fucking me there.
“Come now,” his voice gets deep and raspy. “I need inside you before I slip into this ass.”
Why the hell does my pussy clench at the idea?
“Shit,” he moans. “I’m taking that ass one day, baby. But not today.”
“Fuck me,” I mumble behind his hand. “Now.”
“I said, give me one, Nyx. I want my fingers drenched. Then I’m going to make you taste yourself as I fuck you hard.”
That does it. My body locks up before stars burst behind my closed lids. My hips frantically work his fingers, chasing, wanting more. Before I’ve fully come down from the high, West slips his fingers out, lines his cock up, and thrusts so deep, I shout, overcome as every nerve fires electricity all over my body.
