Page 23 of Trick or Treat with the Mountain Man
“I need to fuck you now,” I growled out as I unbuckled my pants and kicked them away.
I didn’t wait a moment after that, pointing my cock in the right direction, until I was sliding against her slickness. “You want this? Is this what you want?”
Her eyes turned worried. “But can you do this? What about your hip? Should we go to your bed?”
It was true that it was throbbing right now. I was going to pay for it later. But every thrust I got to make would be worth whatever pain it brought.
“We can go to bed later,” I growled out as I pushed myself inside her.
And then there were no more questions from her.
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes went wide before hooding over again.
“You feel so good, Tyler. Don’t stop. Oh, my ever-living lord, don’t stop.”
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked. It was less of a question since I was already doing exactly that.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” she moaned as I thrust so hard I shifted her backward on the counter. I had to grab hold of her hips to keep her steady.
But with each thrust, thrust, thrust, she slid away again.
Until I growled out. “Turn around.”
She obediently hopped off the counter and faced it, wiggling her plump ass at me as she did.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
But there was no time to savor the view. I needed to fuck her now, and I needed to fuck her hard.
I found her slit, and slipped in, my cock wrapped by her warmth and tightness.
Gripping her hair, I started thrusting again. Not controlled. Not in charge. But wild and hungry. An animal need tore through me, something instinctual and beyond the trappings of our polite society.
Man. Get. Woman. Now.
Mine.
I groaned out, then I gripped her hair, holding her in place while she moaned with every thrust I gave her.
My hip was on fire, but so was my cock. And it was winning right now.
There’d be hell to pay later, and my physical therapist would have words for me, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was driving myself as deep into her sweetness as I could get.
By the end we were both groaning, in tempo to the rhythm of my cock.
I snaked my hand down between her legs when I sensed that she was getting close. Then, I rammed her with everything I had.
I came as she cried out, both of our voices rocketing around the old cottage.
As my hot seed filled her, a moment of worry flashed through me. I hadn’t even offered her protection.
But if she got pregnant, would it really be a problem? Some primitive part of me wanted that.
I said the right thing, though. “I didn’t mean to come inside you.”
She was still breathing hard, hands clutching onto the counter as if it were the only thing holding her upright. “Tyler, if you hadn’t come inside me, I’d be pissed right now. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.”
Her words stunned me for a moment, and then I burst out laughing. She joined me a second later, until we were both laughing hysterically, unable to stop ourselves.
