Page 58 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
My eyes run down the curve of her spine, down to the dip I’ve licked, leading to her plump, heart-shaped ass and smooth legs.
“Are you still taking the shot?” I ask.
Facing me, she struts up, running her hands over my chest. “You need a shower,” she whispers, kissing my pec.
“Little Pixie,” I warn. “Are you fucking with me, or do you want me to breed that pussy?”
Her gasp and the way she squeezes her thighs together tempt me. Her hands open my jeans, and they drop, then she pushes my briefs down. Once we’re both naked, I take her hips and back her up into the shower.
I keep her hair away from the spray, grab her ass, and lift her. Her smooth legs wrap around my waist. The moment her back hits the shower wall, I thrust home in one smooth entry.
We both cry out at the sudden wet heat we both feel, my balls jerking up into her ass.
“I want to be married to you first,” I quietly grunt, keeping my hips still, which is a difficult feat when her pussy squeezes me so good.
“So marry me,” she boldly states.
My heart stutters a beat, then pounds rapidly. “What brought this on?”
“Honestly?”
I nod.
“You’ve teased me so much about it, I thought you’d have asked already.”
Well, this was not on my bingo card.
“Baby. I thought you wanted time to build your career.”
“I mean, yes, but also, the truth was, all your brothers have been getting engaged, married, or having babies back to back, I didn’t want us stealing anyone’s thunder.”
“That’s sweet,” I say, not being able to remain still. I slowly pump into her.
Her mouth parts, her fingers rake my hair, gripping a handful at my nape. “But, we get to live by our own timeline too. They intercept, then so be it.”
She pulses her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, that I make deeper.
“I want it all with you,” I assure her. “The idea of my ring on your finger, our baby growing inside you?” I groan as my cock shoots precome inside her.
“Yes,” she whispers, panting, her pussy swelling, growing hotter, wetter.
“Camille Lane,” I start, driving my hips deeper, faster.
“Oh, God, Hero. Fuck me. Say it,” she moans, licking the seam of my panting mouth.
“Fuck baby. Marry me. Wear my ring. Be Camille Hunter.”
Her body stiffens before her it convulses, coming hard. I grab the back of her head, protecting it from the wall.
“Yes,” she chants, circling her hips as I keep driving my cock into her eager pussy.
Growling with the need to come, I turn us around and sit on the shower bench we’ve imprinted with our lovemaking. I lean back, changing the angle. Camille grabs my hair with both hands and starts riding me.
“I was due for the shot next week,” she pants. “I don’t want to take it.”
“You want me to pump my come into your waiting womb? Want our baby inside you?”
Her hips slam harder on my lap. “I want it. I want us. I want it all, Hero.”
