Page 8 of Mountain Man's Merry Grumpmas
Monroe shakes her head. "You don't have to be gentle with me, Drake. I want you to fuck me."
Those words are my undoing. I run my cock along her core until I'm slick with her release, and then I notch myself at her entrance. I desperately want to thrust inside her, but I manage to pause, lean down, and place our foreheads together.
"I don't want any barriers between us, bombshell. I'm clean. Tested over a year ago, and I haven't been with anybody since."
Monroe is breathing hard as she gazes up into my eyes. "I'm on the pill. And I haven't been with anyone for a very long time."Her cheeks hold a light blush, and I capture her mouth with mine as I push inside. I moan as her tight core grips me like a vice, panting as I try to hold back even though I want to rut into her like a man possessed.
This sexy bombshell has bewitched me, and I will gladly stay under her spell if it means having her in my bed for the rest of my life.
Monroe sucks in a breath as I continue my slow plunge into her warm depths. She throws her head back so that her neck is exposed to me. I suck along her soft skin, thrusting inside a little farther.
"Oh God. Oh, oh, oh!" Monroe grips the backs of my arms, her nails digging into my skin. The bite of pain makes me feral, and it takes everything in me not to ravage her like a wild animal.
"Oh God," Monroe calls out. "Please move, Drake. Fuck me!"
I look down and realize she's not in pain at all. She's begging me for more, and I aim to please. I thrust my cock deep inside, bottoming out as she moans my name like a prayer. When I pull out, she whimpers from the loss, and I am just as desperate to be buried deep inside again. I snap my hips forward, plunging into her tight, wet pussy, the taste of her still on my tongue.
"You are mine, Monroe. I don't care if you have someone back home, or if you mess around with a dozen mountain men. You are never allowed to talk to them again after tonight. Do you understand me?" I sound completely obsessed, but the second I had her bouncing off my cock she became mine. She owns me just the same.
"I don't have anybody at home," Monroe pants unsteadily, and she rolls her hips against my thrusts.
"You are so fucking tight, baby." I pull out, watching her eyes roll back in her head from the friction of my thick cock against her throbbing walls. I thrust back in, and she arches up from the bed, moaning as I hit a spot just right. "You like that, bombshell?
"Yes, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!" Monroe drives her hips against mine, meeting my thrusts. I watch her closely, trying to learn everything about what she likes. I want to make her moan out my name every single night for the rest of our lives.
"Drake, oh God, yes, Drake!" Monroe calls out, like she's reading my mind. I begin to circle my hips, and she moans loudly when I bottom out and grind against her clit.
"You’re mine." My hands fondle her breasts, and I pinch her nipples between my fingers. She pants with little noises in response, driving me wild with her pleasure. I lean forward, sucking on her nipple, laving it with my tongue and grazing the hard bud with my teeth. Monroe arches off the bed, thrusting her tit into my mouth, and I moan with pleasure.
Monroe mumbles out garbled nonsense as she runs her hands through my hair. I close my eyes. Her hands on my body is the most intense sensation I've ever felt.
"Say my name, Monroe," I demand, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I get closer to the edge.
"Drake, Drake, Drake," Monroe chants over and over, and the sensations build to the point of no return. I'm going to come any second, but I need to take her with me.
"You are fucking perfect, Monroe." I stare down at the vision before me, and my heart feels like it's going to explode out of my chest. Her skin is flushed, like I'm watching an imprint of her orgasm building in real time, and her hair licks against her cheek like fire. I reach between us and flick at her clit, and her face crumples into ecstasy. "There we go; come for me, baby. Come for me, bombshell."
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!" Monroe's whole body shakes as she explodes on my cock. Her release drenches us both, and her already tight pussy strangles me beyond control. I blow my load, thrusting like a animal desperate to plant its seed, as I continue to flick her clit.
"Oh God, Drake! Thank you, thank you, thank you," Monroe whispers, her walls fluttering around me as she comes down from the sensations.
I let out a hard breath, panting as I pull out and lay down by her side.
Monroe slides her hand in to mine as we both try to catch our breath, and the warmth that courses through my body is better than the orgasm.
I tuck Monroe under my arm, my lips going to her temple like a magnet, and whisper three words that I hope start our future. "I love you."
Chapter six
Monroe
What did he just say? Oh, God. My heart can't take the words if he doesn't mean them. I freeze, but he doesn't say anything else. I lay against Drake's chest, listening to his heart, wishing I could fall asleep like this every night for the rest of my life.
"I can hear you thinking, bombshell." Drake mumbles against my hair, kissing the top of my head like he's done it a million times before. "Open that gorgeous mouth and talk to me."
My heart squeezes, wishing his lusty, territorial proclamations in the heat of the moment were promises I could hold him to.
But he made it clear when I pulled up to his door that he wants to be alone, and tomorrow, I will have to leave him with nothing but these memories. I smile through the pain, forcing my voice to remain light.
