Page 182 of Mountain Men Heroes

My virgin pussy gripped him tight, holding him deep within me.

Shock and pleasure warred. I could feel each heartbeat pulse through me, his breaths coming as harsh as my own.

I cried out and held on tight as a stinging sensation shot through my body. So many feelings hit me at once, I was on sensory overload. I couldn’t tell if the pain came from my breast or my throbbing sex.

But it didn’t matter. The pain faded quickly, replaced with a profound pleasure as Sawyer started moving inside me. He didn’t hold back. He pulled out until only the swollen head spread my pussy lips wide and then he drove back to the hilt in one hard stroke.

He was right. I felt like my body was made just for him. Any discomfort quickly dissipated, leaving nothing but heat and need and rolling swells of pleasure.

“Can you feel how your pussy was made for me?” His words whispered so close to my ear, sent desire flooding through me and my hips bucked up to meet his next thrust hard.

“Yes...yes!”

My movements urged him on and he picked up his pace. I did my best to keep up with his pounding thrusts, matching the movement of my hips to his. Heavy cum-filled balls slapped my ass as he buried himself inside with pounding strokes.

“Such a beautiful, naughty girl taking all of me.” He slid a hand down my leg and pushed my knee up closer to my chest, causing him to sink even deeper. “Your sweet little pussy is mine now. No other man will touch you.”

My neck arched and I pressed my breasts against his chest so I could feel the chafe of the light sprinkling of hair there against my greedy nipples. His hips surged, plunging back and forth and I was lost, no longer capable of coherent thought as he brought me closer and closer to something just beyond my reach.

Our bodies crashed together as he drove me higher and higher.

“Please, Sawyer!” The words left me on a moan and I couldn’t contain the little whimper as my whole body moved with his rhythmic, pounding thrusts.

“So fucking perfect, baby.” His words sounded like a vow I couldn’t even begin to fathom. But they were enough to bring me to a clawing, screaming orgasm that rolled through my body in wave after wave of pleasure so intense, I lost all sense of myself.

Just as I hit the pinnacle, Sawyer’s head fell back and he roared his release. Thick hot ropes of cum filled my virgin pussy, pumped into me until I could feel his sticky release spill from my body.

His cock still throbbing, he fell over me. Taking my mouth with his he swallowed my cries and moans, pulling every breath I had from my lungs.

His hands held me tight and I melted into his arms as he trailed hot kisses down my jaw, throat and when he grazed my shoulder with his teeth something inside me screamed claimed.

Claimed by Sawyer Becker. I belonged to him. Now and forever.

He collapsed on top of me and I welcomed every hard, muscled inch of him. As reality wiggled its way into my consciousness, I began to run my nails in a tickling caress over his shoulder blades.

After several minutes while I listened to his breath go from harsh pants to normal and even, he pushed himself up and looked down at me. He scanned my face and whatever he saw there made him smile.

The smile felt like a gift. I couldn’t help but offer him a grin back. He leaned down and kissed me quickly on the lips and then pressed a more lingering one on my forehead.

“As much as I hate to move, I need to clean you.”

I nodded and reluctantly unwound my arms and legs from where they still held him against me.

“Be right back.” With one more swift kiss, he rolled away from me and walked naked and unashamed to the bathroom.

I enjoyed the view until he disappeared behind the bathroom door. Then my eyes drifted closed. A deep, satisfying fatigue hit me and I dozed while I waited for him.

In minutes he returned, sliding me over the comforter and maneuvering us both underneath it. He tucked me into his side, my head cradled on his shoulder.

I burrowed into him, inhaling his warm, male scent. I floated along in a fog somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

Just before sleep claimed me completely, he pulled me closer and pressed a kiss on the top of my head. One word drifted to my ears.

“Mine.”

Nine

Trinity

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