Page 28 of Mountain Man Protector

“Why?”

“Never met the right girl for it.”

I was so hard that I thought I might actually break through my pants, but I needed to know she was okay with this.

“I need you,” I said as I pressed more kisses into the soft skin under her ear. “Can we—”

“Will we be seen?”

“Not unless they’re really off the beaten path.”

“Then yes,” she breathed into my mouth, pressing kisses all along my jawline.

I set her back down and turned her around, pressing my hands to her belly and sliding them down so that they drifted under the waistband of her leggings and her underwear. She moaned when my fingers parted her folds and found the soaking-wet evidence of how much she wanted me and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. I pressed my cock into the small of her back, making her feel all of me.

“Do you feel that, Macy? Do you feel what you do to me?”

“You gonna keep talking, or are you going to do something about it?”

I chuckled, breathing into her neck and dragging my beard along the skin there, watching the color of that sensitive skin change. All the while, my fingers had kept working inside of her, feeling her muscles clench around me as she got closer and closer.

“Dillon,” she whined, and I knew that I’d tortured her enough. I pulled down her leggings, baring her beautiful ass to the mountain air, and took out my cock. It was so sensitive that I knew it would probably shoot off any second with barely any stimulation.

I eased inside her from behind, the position making her feel even tighter around me than she had last time, and I had to stop and keep completely still inside her to keep from coming right then.

She groaned with me as I filled her, and once I was buried in her completely, she started fidgeting, trying for more friction. And as much as it hadn’t been my intention to torture her, I loved having her there, wrapped so tightly around me that I might never be able to escape.

“Dillon,” she whimpered again, her movements getting more and more desperate as she drove herself back against me. I decided to end her misery, and I started to move inside her.

She gritted her teeth against the first thrust I made into her body, and I worried for a second. “Did I hurt you? Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she said, gasping again. “It’s just… so intense.”

“You sure?”

“If you stop right now, I will not be responsible for my actions.”

The words surprised a throaty chuckle out of me, and I started moving more intensely, setting a rhythm that she met stroke for stroke. I grabbed her hand and brought it up to pin to the trunk as I turned her head, capturing her mouth in a powerful kiss. All the while she continued to push back against me, her breathing telling me she was getting closer and closer.

With the hand not pinning hers to the tree trunk, I reached down to her clit and started to rub it, making gentle circles over it with my index finger. She gasped, and I felt her orgasm come on her suddenly, as if she hadn’t been expecting it.

The muscles in her pussy massaged my cock as she came, and I knew it would be soon for me to fall, too. I pulled my mouth from hers and dragged it down her neck, peppering it with kisses as I pumped a few more times, continuing to keep my pace before the pressure at the base of my spine went off.

She moaned as I felt her come around me again, the waves of our pleasure seeming to pass back and forth through us as though through osmosis. I held her as the aftershocks died down, with me still buried inside her.

It felt torturous, but I finally withdrew, watching my cum spill down the backs of her thighs.

We were quiet as we rearranged our clothes, but right before she put her shirt back into place, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

I knew right then without a doubt, that I was fucked six ways from Sunday.

16

MACY

We didn’t say much as we headed back to the cabin, but we didn’t need to. Our fingers kept drifting back and forth toward each other, as if they couldn’t be physically kept apart, and there were random moments when he pulled me in for another kiss against a tree trunk. Nothing as hardcore as a few minutes ago, but enough to tell me that the dynamic between us had definitely changed. I wasn’t completely sure what those changes would look like, and the butterflies were definitely flitting around my stomach as we moved around each other, but I just knew that things were going to be different.

When we got back to the cabin, I turned to him, biting my lip. “I’m gonna go for a quick shower.”

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