Page 27 of Mistletoed with the Mountain Man
He leans over me, and I crane up to catch one of those barbells between my teeth, tugging gently.
"Jesus Christ—" His whole body shudders.
I do it again, then soothe with my tongue. His hands fist in the sheets beside my head, arms trembling.
"Ah, Nia….you're killing me," he groans.
He reaches up to untie my wrists, and I immediately dive for his other nipple, biting and licking until he's cursing creatively.
He catches my hands, and lowers his body over me. "I need to be inside you, my naughty little angel."
I smile up at him as he slides the head of his thick cock up and down my wet folds.
“That feels so good,” I say, biting my lip.
“Yes, it does,” he replies, then slowly sinks into me. He's big and hard and he fills me all the way up.
"Fuck, you’re so wet and tight," he breathes, as he rocks into me.
He sets a rhythm as I roll my hips to meet him, finding the angle that makes my eyes roll back in my head. But it's not enough. I need more, need him to lose that iron control.
"More," I demand.
He growls and adjusts his arms beside my head, and drives into me with a force that makes me cry out.
"This what you want?" His voice is ragged. "My cock punishing your sweet pussy, Christmas angel?"
"Yes—god, yes?—"
He’s pumping into me hard and deep, hitting spots that make my whole body clench and thrum.
The headboard bangs against the wall.
Outside, snow falls silently, but in here there's nothing but heat and need and the sounds we're making together.
"You going to come for me, baby?” he whispers. "And milk my cock like a good girl?”
He’s touching everything heavenly inside me, and the dirty talk only sends me spiraling faster.
"Kade—yes, I'm close?—"
"That's it. Take what you need from my cock. Let me feel it."
And suddenly, I’m falling apart around him, crying out with moans and gasps and pants.
“Fuck me, Nia. I’m coming!” he roars seconds later, cursing and shaking, as he empties himself inside me, pulsing and hot.
We collapse together, breathing hard, tangled in the sheets and each other.
After a while, he shifts, pulling out carefully. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough, baby?"
I smile softly, tracing the mountains on his ribs. "No way. That wasphenomenal.”
"You sure?" He's studying my face, genuine concern in his eyes. "Because I?—"
I kiss him quiet. "Stop. I'm sure, Kade." I shake my head. "I've never felt anything quite like that."
"Me neither," he admits. "And I've got a decade of experience on you."
