Page 16 of The Mountain Man's Flirt

She leans close to me, giving me a view straight down her cardigan so I can gaze at those luscious tits of hers. My mouth waters remembering the way I sucked on them last night, spent hours worshipping those pretty nipples.

“Do you think you can take it?” Her breath is hot against my ear and my cock is instantly at attention. Hell, he’s permanently at full mast around her.

“And give it right back,” I challenge, completely serious. She’ll have to let me loose at some point and I’ll take my sweet revenge then.

She gives me a smirk as she steps away from me. She crosses the room and flicks the lights off, moving to light candles that cast a soft glow over the whole room.

Her little black skirt flutters as she sways those thick hips of hers with every movement. The sight reminds me of last night and how it felt to hold her down and fuck her until sweat was pouring off of both of us. The dirty things she screamed will always be one of my favorite memories.

Slowly, she unbuttons her white cardigan, revealing a lacy purple camisole. The thing is see-through and my girl’s not wearing a bra, her perfect tits are pointing at me like they know their master. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Tonight’s theme will be look but don’t touch,” she says with a wicked smile.

“I don’t have to touch you to control your body,” I remind her. She might be getting off on this, thinking she’s in charge. But we both know who’s really in control here and that’s me. “Now take off that top. I want to see those pretty tits.”

She pauses. “I rehearsed this. That’s not supposed to happen yet.”

I want to know when the hell she rehearsed this and how I could have possibly missed it. “Remove it now,” my voice is a low warning growl.

She squeezes her thighs together and reaches for the hem of her little camisole, pulling it slowly from her body. No matter how many times I see them, her breasts always take my breath away. They’re the most perfect things I’ve ever seen in my life and they belong to me. Just me.

“That’s good. Now, honey, I want you to touch them. Touch them like I was the one doing it.”

Her head falls back and her gaze is hooded as she watches me. She palms the generous globes that spill over her hands, squeezing and massaging before finally pinching her nipples tightly.

I take a deep breath in and slowly exhale, fighting to keep from coming right here in my pants. “Put one hand down the front of your skirt. Pretend it’s me sliding my big fingers through your little folds.”

She slowly slides her left hand down her breast, skimming it along her rounded tummy until it disappears underneath the waistband of her skirt.

She gasps at the sensation and damn if my dick doesn’t twitch again. Her growing confidence this past week as she’s started to own her sexuality sends a powerful bolt of lust and need through my body.

“Find that pretty little hole,” I croon, loving the way this is making us both come apart piece by piece. “Put your fingers inside and think about my cock. Think about how deep I am inside of you.”

She follows my instructions but immediately whimpers my name. “It’s not enough.”

“You want to ride my cock, honey? You’re hoping I’ll push deep inside those walls and fill you up with my come?”

She gives me a nod and I see the desperation in her glassy gaze. She’s not going to last much longer and hell, neither am I.

“I’m going to take care of you,” I promise, meaning it in more than one way. “Now take off your skirt for me.”

I gasp when she removes it and I realize she wasn’t wearing panties this whole time. Her thighs are already coated in her essence and her damp curls are dripping with her arousal. My mouth waters as her smell fills the room, kicking off a primal need to claim her.

Instinctively, I try to move my arms to get closer to her so I can lick her juices and fuck a baby into her. The ropes hold me securely, keeping me locked in place. I growl. “Get your cute ass over here and unzip my pants.”

Her hands shake as she reaches for the button of my jeans, but she finally manages to pull my cock free from my pants. Fuck, just having her soft hands on my dick is heaven and hell at the same time.

Pushing through the haze of lust, I grunt. “Straddle me.”

She looks at my straining cock and frowns. “Will I hurt you? I’m a lot bigger and—”

“Stop it,” I hiss. “I love your body and your sweet little pussy. Now climb up here and ride your man like the fuckin’ queen you are.”

She grips my cock tightly and aligns our bodies before shoving down on top of me. She freezes the moment I’m fully seated inside. “I’ve never been on top.”

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes as sweat beads on my forehead. I love it when I get to introduce her to something new even if it’s hard as hell to concentrate when everything in my body is screaming at me to thrust deep inside. “Your center of gravity is different than mine. Don’t thrust. Try grinding in a circular motion.”

“Like a hula hoop?”

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