Page 31 of The Cowboy of the Mountain

“Mhmm…” I whimper, overwrought with what his mouth is doing to me. His hands. His commanding presence. It’s so overwhelming that I need to close my eyes again to center myself. Remind myself that this is real. That Wyatt does care for me. That I’m not imagining this.

“Lay back, angel. Relax.”

It’s as though he can sense the struggle with my racing thoughts and feelings.

“I’ll take it from here.”

I look down at him just as he kisses my stomach, sending another aching, throbbing jolt of need through me. I jerk, bucking my hips into him involuntarily and he smiles, moving lower as he slides his hands down my sides.

His beard brushes across my panties and I feel every bristle.

“It’s been too long,” he rasps, his hot breath against my pussy. His lips achingly close as I finally collapse against the mattress.

I run my hands along my body, down my belly, and then to Wyatt’s head, twining my fingers into his hair. I gasp as he presses a finger against my clit, moaning as he massages me in soft circles. Up and down. Side to side. Slow but purposeful until he can’t hold back and he increases the pace while I grind against him.

“So wet, Mia.” His hands rivet me in place he kisses the wet spot. His moans vibrate against me as he retreats and dives back in again and again, his hot mouth enclosing me. “So good. You taste so fucking good. Needed this,” he rasps. “Needed your sweet pussy on my lips. Your taste on my tongue.”

His voice is rougher than any gravel road, and I feel every syllable as it rolls over my body. I look down but all I see is his bulk, head bobbing and shaking as he devours me like a ravenous animal and I’m clinging desperately to the sheets.

I don’t know how or when but my panties hang off one ankle. I can hardly remember my name as Wyatt makes my entire body light up with his mouth.

He thrusts one hand up my body, slipping it under my bra and grabbing my breast as he continues to fuck me with his mouth and tongue. I can’t stop moaning and screaming as I keep grabbing uselessly at the sheets.

I scream his name. Cursing and moaning and writhing uncontrollably.

“Tell me,” Wyatt growls. “Hard. Fast. Soft. Slow.”

All of the above?

He slips a finger inside me, but it’s so thick it’s more like two of mine. Curling and pulling and urging me to come as his tongue rolls against my clit.

I can’t think. I don’t want to think. What he’s doing is just right. Perfect. And I’m so close.

“That,” I cry. “Like that.”

I curl against him, grabbing him as I clench. Everything clenches. The feeling surging through my body is indescribable as he keeps licking, sucking, and fucking me with his finger and mouth with no end in sight.

Deep, rumbling noises boom from his lips and it sends me over the edge. I’m clawing at him so hard I’m sure I’m drawing blood but it doesn’t deter him. He doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. He…

“Ohmygod,” I scream, falling backward as my orgasm crashes through me in wave after unrelenting wave. Head to toe. Everywhere.

I have no idea what Wyatt just did to me, but I’ll do whatever he wants if he could do that every day. Dear lord, this man is addictive. And I’m in complete awe as he pulls his shirt over his head. Abs for days. Chest and shoulders as wide as the broad side of a barn. And that V? I’m a goner.

But it’s all mine.

The voice comes from deep inside me, but it speaks the truth. The mountain of man in front of me with the body of a Greek god is all mine. And now he’s going to make me his.

Before he has the chance to pull his shirt off, I’m on my knees, tearing at his belt like a kid tearing open presents on Christmas morning.

“Mine,” I mutter beneath my breath, fumbling with the belt. “All mine,” I whisper again like I’m losing my mind. And I am. I will if I can’t get this damn belt off—AHHHHHHGHGHGH!

I hear a soft laugh and then feel a rough hand on mine. “Need help?”

I bite the inside of my mouth, annoyed that my fingers won’t work. But when I look up at Wyatt and see his smile, my annoyance melts away.

“Guess so,” I mutter.

Wyatt’s eyes are still fixed on mine as he reaches down with one hand, unbuckles his belt, and then slides it off easily.

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