Page 17 of The Mountain Man's Flirt

“Exactly.” The word leaves my mouth as a groan when she tries a slow experimental twist. “Hands on my shoulders for balance.”

She does as I said, her fingernails scraping against my flesh. The stinging pain contrasts with the heavenly feel of her tight channel squeezing my cock.

Her breasts bounce enticingly close to me and I drop my head, wrapping my lips around her pert nipple.

Lyla whimpers my name again then arches her back, thrusting her perfect tits into my face and letting me suck her even deeper.

She continues to grind against me and finds a rhythm that has both of us on the brink of release.

I finally pull away from her tit, loving the way it’s swollen and red from where my teeth were teasing her. “Play with your clit, honey. Let me watch you come on my lap.”

She closes her eyes and touches herself with short, jerky movements. She’s close, aching for her orgasm and I’m not far behind.

“Open your eyes.”

She blinks up at me.

“Who’s in charge here?” I demand, looking into that honey-brown gaze.

“You are. Amos is in charge,” she whispers the words before asking in a shy tone, “I’m so close. Can I come yet?”

I swear my cock swells five inches inside of her. I’ve been working with her this week, helping her to understand she can only come when I give her permission. She’s naturally submissive and loves having to ask me for her orgasms.

I nod before leaning down to capture her mouth in a kiss. I swallow her screams and cries of ecstasy, feeling my own release start. My come is shooting deep inside of her as waves of bliss consume my body.

She slumps against me, burying her face in my shoulder. “I love when you’re in charge.”

“I’m always in charge,” I remind her. I mean it too. Whether we’re in or out of the bedroom, it’s my responsibility to look out for her. I’ll always be her number one fan and her biggest protector. I’ll stand in front of her and defend her always. She’s my woman and I’ll treat her like the queen she is every day for the rest of my life.

She tries to lift off of me, interrupting my thoughts.

My cock is still buried deep inside of her, my come dripping all over both of us and down onto the floor. “Stop. I want my come inside of you, so I can put a baby in your womb.”

She presses a hand to her stomach then looks up at me, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “You want us to have kids?”

“I plan to make your belly big with my kids. I want every man around you to know that Amos fucked a baby into you.”

She chuckles. “You’re such a caveman.”

“Only with you,” I promise, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “Now untie your man so he can take care of you.”

10

LYLA

It’s day six of the blizzard and the storm is finally starting to ease up. But I’m sad about that because Amos and I have been in our own little bubble this past week.

Besides getting my shop set up and teaching him how to make donuts, we’ve also spent hours exploring each other’s bodies. I love how dominant and commanding he is in the bedroom, how he sets the rules.

Though it sounds strange, having him in charge helps me to relax. It gives me the freedom to simply enjoy myself during sex. Because I know Amos will always take care of me.

“You’re awake early,” Amos slides his arms around my waist and tugs me against his body. I feel so safe and treasured when he wraps me in his arms like this.

I survey my shop, craning my neck to make sure it looks just right.

“I want everything ready the moment city hall opens,” I explain. I know it’s unlikely that a town official will drop everything to come inspect my donut shop. “Do you think I’ll get the approval I need? The place looks in order to me.”

“It’s already a done deal. Don’t worry about it,” he answers casually.

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