Page 12 of The Mountain Man's Flirt

Yanking off my shirt and pants, I notice the way she’s staring at my body. I let her look as pride fills me. The lust on her face is making me feel like a damn king.

Her gaze drops to my tented boxers and she licks her lips. Hell if that one little twitch doesn’t make me even harder.

I rip the material away and grasp my cock in one hand. I give him two sharp tugs before her words stop me.

“I want to taste you too.”

Lyla

Amos stops yanking on his dick to stare at me. He steps closer to the bed, his jutting manhood eye level with me. “You want me to push my cock down that pretty throat? You want to gag on me, is that it?”

His crass words make my already slick pussy even wetter. How is it this man only has to say dirty words and instantly I’m turned on?

He tugs on my hair, wrapping his fingers through it. “I’m a big man and I can’t go easy on you right now.”

I try to nod but his hold is too strong to allow me to move. I remember the way his eyes lit up when I said something dirty earlier. “Fuck my mouth, Amos. Please.”

I don’t have to ask him twice. He grips his silky shaft and guides it to my lips, feeding it into me. “Good girl. Gonna take my big cock and let me corrupt that smart little mouth.”

He pushes in further, and I gag. He’s so big, so demanding. But I love the idea that he’s using my body, taking what he wants.

“Breathe through your nose,” he commands, tightening his hold on my hair. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain sweeping through me.

I do as he instructed, and he pulls away only to thrust in deep again. This time though I’m ready and relax, letting him touch the back of my throat. Together, we begin to find a rhythm, learning each other’s bodies.

I glance up and there’s a look in his eyes that I’ve never noticed, not just heat and lust but tenderness. It’s been there all along, the one emotion he’d wear when he was around me that I could never quite define.

“About to come,” he growls.

I let out a slow moan, knowing he’ll feel the vibration. That’s all it takes for Amos to explode, his seed coating the back of my throat. He makes a string of incoherent noises as he comes. A mix of groans and swears and my name.

When he finally pulls from my mouth, my lips feel swollen and there’s a twinge of pain in my jaw. But the look on his face—the pleasure and contentment—makes it completely worth it.

He releases his hold on my hair, pausing to smooth it down. “Fuck, that was hot, woman. I could get addicted to these lips, gonna keep you on your knees day and night.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me harshly, just like in the kitchen. I like this side of Amos, the side that’s passionate and demanding. I grind my pelvis against his, his length sliding through my folds. I didn’t think it was possible but he’s already hard again.

Pulling away, he breaks the kiss and sets me back on the bed. “Not yet. Still got plans for you.”

He moves to the closet, returning with some of his neckties. “I’ve always had a fantasy of tying you to my bed.”

I swallow, feeling my eyes grow wide. I’ve never been restrained, but I can’t deny the idea has me curious. “You’re going to tie me up?”

He twists one of the ties around his hand, checking the strength of it. “I’ll keep you safe.”

I squirm, more of my moisture dripping onto the blankets beneath me. It’s like I have a faucet between my legs when I’m around my mountain man. “I never doubt that.”

A muscle jumps in his jaw. Not bothering to look up, he says in a voice that’s a deep rumble, “Stretch out comfortably.”

I spread out the blankets, something in my stomach flipping. I don’t know why but the idea of being tied up by Amos and being completely at his mercy has me clenching my thighs together.

He finishes inspecting the ties just as I settle and the look in his eyes is pure molten lava. I’m surprised there aren’t scorch marks on the bed all around me. “Give me your wrist.”

He secures each of my arms to the bedposts and suddenly, I’m aware that this position has my tits front and center. He must be following my thoughts because he leans down to give one of my nipples a harsh pinch. “Try to break free.”

I can move some. There’s just enough give in the ties to be comfortable but not enough that I’ll be getting away anytime soon.

A light gleams in his eyes when he sees that I can’t free myself. “Now your legs.” He moves to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs, tying each ankle to a post.

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