Page 9 of Getaway with the Mountain Man
"Thank fuck," he breathes, reaching for his jeans and retrieving a condom from his wallet. "Because I'm about to lose my mind if I don't get inside that tight pussy soon." When he settles between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, time seems suspended.
He pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his considerable size. The stretch is exquisite, just on the edge of too much but not quite crossing that line. When he's fully seated inside me, we both go still, savoring the moment of complete connection.
"Fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You feel incredible, Lottie. So tight, so hot, so perfect around me. Like you were made for my cock."
"Fuck me," I breathe, lifting my hips to encourage him. "Please, Jakob, I need you to move."
He begins to thrust, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that has us both breathing hard within moments. Each stroke hits me perfectly, the thick length of him stretching me in ways that make stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Harder," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I won't break, Jakob. Give me everything."
His control snaps at my words. His thrusts become more forceful, more demanding, driving me higher with each powerful stroke. The headboard knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm that should embarrass me but only adds to my arousal.
"Is this what you wanted?" he pants, his voice rough with exertion as he pounds into me with devastating precision. "My cock stretching that tight pussy? Filling you so deep you can feel me in your throat?"
"Yes," I sob, my second orgasm building rapidly under his relentless assault. "God, yes, Jakob. Harder. Deeper. Make me yours."
"You are mine," he growls, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit while he continues his punishing rhythm. "This pussy belongs to me now, Lottie. No one else will ever make you feel like this."
His possessive words, combined with the pressure on my clit and the thick length of him hitting my G-spot with each thrust, push me over the edge again. This orgasm is even more intense than the first, my inner muscles clamping down around him so hard he curses and nearly loses his rhythm.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, never slowing his pace as I convulse around him. "Squeeze my cock with that hungry pussy. Show me how much you love being fucked by me."
The crude encouragement prolongs my climax until I'm delirious with pleasure, my entire body shaking with the force of my release. Before I've fully recovered, Jakob's thrusts become erratic, his face contorting with his own approaching climax.
"I'm going to come," he warns, his voice strained. "Fuck, Lottie, you feel so good. So fucking perfect."
With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep, his body going rigid above me as he finds his release. His face transforms with pleasure—eyes shut tight, jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he empties himself inside me.
For long moments afterward, we remain connected, his weight supported on his forearms as we catch our breath. Neither of us speaks, as if words might break the spell of what we've just shared.
I settle into his embrace with a contentment that should worry me but feels too good to question.
"Fucking incredible," he finishes, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're incredible, Lottie. I've never felt anything like that before."
“Neither have I," I confess, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with my fingertip.
"Stay," he murmurs against my hair. "Stay with me."
"I'm already here," I point out, though I understand what he's really asking. Stay beyond tonight. Stay beyond this week. Stay and see where this impossible thing between us might lead.
"You know what I mean," he says, his arms tightening around me. "Stay with me, Lottie. Not just tonight. Stay and let me show you what we could build together."
As I lie in Jakob's arms with his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, I find myself considering possibilities I never imagined.
"Ask me again in the morning," I whisper, though we both know my answer is already written in the way I curl closer to him, in the way my body fits perfectly against his.
"I will," he promises, pressing another kiss to the top of my head. "And I'll keep asking until you say yes."
six
Jakob
Lastnightfeelslikea dream, too perfect to be real. But the evidence is undeniable: Lottie Smith, sophisticated city executive, chose to spend the night in my arms.
She stirs as consciousness returns, her eyes fluttering open to focus on my face. For a heartbeat, confusion flickers across her features before memory returns and a slow smile curves her lips.
"Good morning," she murmurs, voice husky with sleep.
