Page 10 of The Mountain Man's Flirt

“Aww, hell, was I shoving my big cock into you? Ramming it deep into your little pink hole while you cried out? Bet you were begging me to fuck you the entire time, weren’t you? You want to be my dirty girl, is that it?” I circle her clit roughly. I need to see her come right now. It’s like an ache deep in my bones, a primal need to watch her pleasure and know I was the cause.

She bucks against my hand, her head thrashing against the bathroom door. The look in her eyes tells me she’s completely in the moment. There’s only me and her here right now.

“Say you want it and I’ll give it to you.” I can’t have it any other way. I’ve got to have her know that she’s here with me. That it’s Amos, her brother’s best friend who is fingering her up against the bathroom door. Who is planning to fuck her so hard and long tonight that she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“I want to be your dirty girl.” Her words are a moan. “Make me dirty.”

6

LYLA

I didn’t know Amos was like this. That he’s a dirty talker who has fantasies that are just as filthy as mine. The thought sends a shudder rolling through me.

“Fuck, yeah.” He nips at the sensitive area where my shoulder and neck meet. “You’re my girl and I’m the man that’s going to corrupt you, do dirty things to you until you’re sobbing and shaking, begging for my cock.”

He circles my clit, playing with my swollen nub. “Gonna make sure you remember me for days after this. You won’t be able to move without feeling my imprint in your tight little pussy.”

I cry out as stars explode behind my eyelids, making my entire body tighten as the orgasm barrels through me. I’ve had a guy make me come before. But nothing like this. Amos owns me, and my body responds to his every touch, his every command.

When I finally stop trembling and open my eyes, he gives me a wicked grin. “Dinner is ready.”

“There’s a bed back there.” I can’t help but point this out, all embarrassment gone. Food is the last thing I want right now. He already gave me one amazing orgasm. I don’t want him to stop. “Besides, you didn’t get your turn.”

“Oh, I plan to take my turn. But you’ll need your strength first.” He winks at me.

My stomach flips at the naughty promise. If I’d only known that moving out here would lead to these delicious orgasms, I would have done it a lot sooner. I didn’t know my mountain man could be so dirty or that I would love it this much.

I follow him to the kitchen, still wrapped in just the threadbare towel. He wraps his hands around my hips, setting me on the counter. He nuzzles his face against my damp hair. “Fuck, I love the way you smell after a shower.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and push him away. “You promised me food.”

“Then a good fucking,” he reminds me as he steps away to the stove. He dishes out the spaghetti and passes me a plate.

“Only good? Are you trying to manage my expectations?” I tease as I accept the plate. I take a bite of the spaghetti, my mouth filling with the thick, chunky tomato sauce and perfect blend of flavors. I let out a groan.

“As you’ll soon learn, I overdeliver. Every. Single. Time.” The heated look in his eyes causes a fresh round of moisture to leak between my thighs. My nipples pebble against the cotton material.

I swallow the bite of my food. I don’t want to kill the mood, but I have to know. Hell, I should have asked it before he was finger-fucking me against the bathroom door. But I was a little preoccupied in that moment. “You don’t have a girl around here, do you?”

He frowns as he twirls a bite of his spaghetti onto his fork. “You think I’d do that to you? Fuck you senseless when I got a woman waiting for me back at my cabin?”

I shake my head. I know he’s not that man. “What I meant was…have you dated a lot of women here?” Amos is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and that mountain man thing of his definitely works. I can’t imagine he hasn’t had some opportunities up here in Mount Bliss.

He scowls at me. “I haven’t laid a finger on anybody since you pushed yourself up against me and kissed me, woman.”

My eyes go wide as I realize what he’s saying. “You mean, in four years—you haven’t?”

The slight lift to his mouth tells me he’s amused with the way I keep fumbling this conversation. “Not once. Been too damn horny for you.”

I drop my gaze to my plate, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Well, that’s good. I guess your expectations will be pretty low, right? Because I’ve never gone all the way. I mean, I’ve done some stuff with past boyfriends, just like—”

The sound of a plate clattering stops me.

Amos is suddenly in front of me. He tips my face up and kisses me. This kiss is different from the one earlier. This one is hard and unyielding, more like he’s trying to possess me and brand me as his.

He only breaks the kiss when I’m panting and desperate for him. He puts his forehead against mine. “You know what I did for a living before this. I don’t need to know the details because the thought of another man getting to watch you come, hell honey. That would unleash the monster in me.”

My heart is pounding, partly from the kiss and partly from nerves. I don’t want him to think I’m silly or naïve. I want him to see me as a woman. But he has to know this. I need him to understand it. “I never went all the way with anyone because every time, I’d think about you. It’s always been you, the one I wanted between my thighs. The one I wanted to make me cry out.”

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