Page 181 of Mountain Men Heroes

My hands clutched, grasping convulsively in time with his movements.

I glanced down just as he looked up at me, and the sight of him, his head between my legs, his mouth shiny with my girl-cum, was enough to bring me right to the edge.

His savage grin pushed me further and when he delved back in for more, his lips closing around my clit, I went right over. Incoherent moans escaped me as my back bowed, pushing me off the bed and my aching pussy into his hungry mouth. Pulsing waves of pleasure coursed through me, one after another as I fought for air.

Sawyer kept his mouth working on me until I rode out the last wave of my orgasm. When he pulled away, my body dropped boneless back onto the bed, my eyes falling closed and my breath coming in harsh pants.

All of the dirty fantasies I had about Sawyer never prepared me for what the man just wrung from my body.

“Open your eyes, Trinity.” His voice was pure gravel, rough and rumbling. “We’re not nearly done yet.”

I opened my eyes as he slid his body back up along mine, reigniting tingles of desire in every nerve ending as he moved. I met his fierce gaze with my own. “Oh, God. I might not live through this.”

He grinned with a wildness so full of heated promises I feared melting into the mattress. “I won’t let you die.” He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue plunging inside my mouth, sharing my taste with me. He pulled back after a minute. “I have too much I still want to do to you.”

A shiver quaked through me and his grin deepened.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll like every bit of it.”

I had no doubt. And suddenly, the languorous fatigue my orgasm left me with was gone. Replaced with an almost raging need to have him show me all the things he wanted to do.

“Show me.” I groaned heatedly. I pushed up and kissed him, tangling my tongue with his, my arms holding him with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed.

He didn’t need any more goading.

I followed his movements with my eyes, and for the first time, I really took him in, my eyes devouring every inch of made delicious male.

Holy shit. I’d seen pictures before, but nothing I’d seen online prepared me for the gorgeous, throbbing cock hanging between his muscled thighs. Cum dripped from the bulbous tip and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Fuck, I wanted him.

He chuckled, a pure male sound that sent white-hot lust skittering over my skin. At the same time, I couldn’t help a small bit of fear at the thought of trying to take all of him into my body.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were made for me,” he said as though he could read my thoughts.

And at that moment, I felt a strong connection with him, as if some bonds I couldn’t see were weaving themselves between us, binding us together in a way that allowed him to know more about me than I even knew myself. The feeling pushed all thoughts of fear away.

I shifted beneath him. My legs opened and wrapped around those muscled thighs. I stared up at him, making sure to hold his gaze with my own. “I trust you. I’m on the pill so we’re okay. It’s a medical thing.” And for once I was happy about it because I don’t think he came to my apartment that prepared.

He rested an elbow on either side of my head, caging me in a way that made me feel like I never wanted to get out. His hard, hot cock teasing my slick entrance.

“God, so fucking hot and wet. You’re ready.” His words weren’t a question. I’m sure he could feel just how ready my body was for him.

He dragged his thick cock up and down my seam gathering my hot juices for when he claimed me, coating every inch of his shaft as his sticky pre-cum dripped all over me.

I used my legs to pull him in closer to me. “So ready.”

He reached down and guided himself into me. The broad tip of his dick slid into me, and the feeling was beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I shifted my hips restlessly as he moved forward oh, so slowly.

Every muscle in my body pulled tight like a bow, my back arching and bringing him deeper.

Sawyer leaned in, taking a nipple into his hot mouth. He rolled his tongue over it. The competing sensations left me gasping for breath. I dug my nails into his back and used my feet on his ass to urge him forward.

“Sawyer,” I gasped, “Now…”

He lifted his head. “I got you, baby.”

His mouth returned to my breast and he nipped the bud of my nipple at the same moment his hips surged forward and he sheathed himself in my body to the hilt.

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