Page 20 of Mountain Men Heroes

Feet on either side of his thick thighs, she reached between her folds and slipped a finger in, then two. With her other hand she stroked his cock from tip to base and reveled in the deep guttural groan she tore from him. Hot liquid spilled from his shaft . She guided him back to her entrance. Lifting her heels a fraction, she dipped her hips and the world narrowed to only that second.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned in a dark, velvety voice that made her shutter. With two fingers he pinched together her sensitive folds to create friction as he entered her. Pressure built as ripples of heat whipped around them. Hard pants tore from her chest. She couldn’t handle the need anymore.

“Drake. Drake, please make me come. Take me already.”

“Patience makes it all the better, sweetheart.”

She understood what he was saying, but still. Her body had demands.

He pushed in the final inch and seated himself until the tip of his cock filled her completely. His thickness stretched her tight sheath. It was a pleasure that bordered on pain, tearing through her body with a ferocity she had no hope of controlling.

Or fighting. He thought she lied about taking other men to her bed, but how could she let another man take what belonged to Drake?

He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t need gentle. Energy sparked between them and settled in the bundle of nerves buried in her core. So hot, so good, and so damn bad for her.

“Just as you reach your peak, I’m going to pull you back until we both can come together and then, after I kiss every inch of skin on your body, I’m going to slide you over me and have you take your fill of me. And again, as the sun kisses the horizon, you’ll be mine until you have given me every ounce of sweet nectar your body can give. Mark my words, Esmeralda, after tonight, you’ll never want another man to love you.”

He came down, his hands on either side of her shoulders. His hair dipped to play at the sides of his face. He drew out and watched her expressions as he slid back in. With each stroke he thrust harder, rocking her whole body with an intense power. An uncontrollable urge to scream built in her chest until she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“What... what are you doing to me? Drake!” She shouted his name in a ragged whisper. He leaned back, wrapping her thighs around his waist and lifting her ass off the padded bedding. The angle helped him drive deeper, hit new unexplored depths of her channel.

Shock had her drawing in a deep breath, her eyes going wide with pleasure. Arms tossed above her head, she fell back into his embrace. Rocking forward slightly, he picked up speed. Her breasts ached and she pinched the nipples hard, forcing out a cry. “Oh Esmeralda, precious, pinch them harder for me.” She complied and the effect reached into the very soul. Breathless, she tugged once more and electricity took the direct route straight to her pussy and back in a tantalizing sting. Turning her nipples with her fingers, she rocked with Drake’s tempo.

She wanted his mouth on hers, his fingers replacing hers As if he read her mind, he lowered them, hands braced by her head. He moved to cup her ass and angle her up to meet his possessive thrusts.

Pleasure reflected back at her through his golden-brown eyes. Heat flushed through her body. Drake jolted up, holding her to him. Rocked back on his heels, he lifted her up the length of his cock over and over again. “Drake, I can’t... can’t hold on.” Every word slipped out between heavy breaths.

With one hand supporting her back and the other holding her head, he brought her to him. The sweep of his tongue along the seam of her lips had her opening. Warm, and so tender. He took her mouth languidly and in total contrast to how he coaxed her juices from her channel with every move he made.

The engorged crest of his thick shaft swelled and stretched her farther. To the point she couldn’t feel anything else. The cold, coarse blanket beneath them. Nothing. Couldn’t focus beyond the pleasures he poured over her senses.

One by one her dreams slowly became a reality. Her memories hadn’t failed her, but the sex had never been this... this sensational and claiming.

He destroyed her. Built her up and tore her away from the ledge, on the verge of hitting her peak.

She raked her nails over his shoulder. With him holding her away from him, the cold swept between them to brush over her nipples. Esmeralda pressed her hand against the back of his head as his seeking mouth dipped. Molten heat wrapped around her nipple and it was the last thing she needed to push her to the end.

Wild need gripped her core. “Come for me. Give me everything.”

Who was she to argue? Spasms rippled through her body and her legs tightened around his waist. His steel arms locked her in place. Quake after quake tightened her pussy around the length of his cock. Fingers tangled in his hair, she tightened her grip and leaned forward into his embrace.

She never wanted another man this way—it was him or nothing.

“Mine. You’re mine, Esmeralda. I can’t do this without you.”

“You know what I want. Come for me, Drake, and claim me as yours.”

He cupped both her exposed cheeks and with one final thrust of his hips, ribbons of hot white cum coated her insides. Drake jerked, groaning in surprise as she bent and bit into the flesh of his shoulder with her blunt teeth. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to have his cock pulse twice as hard with another shot of his milk.

“God, Esmeralda, woman, you break me. So sweet and soft.”

“You heal me,” she countered.

A faint smile lightened the depth of his eyes, and he laid her out on the blankets and admired her love-marked body before joining her.

As she drifted back to their little world, her lashes opened slowly. Something bothered him with the way his handsome face contoured with a deep frown.

“Five years, three months and two days. Do you want the hours too? I know them almost down to the last millisecond.” Drake propped himself up on an elbow behind her she registered what he was saying. “Do you know what that does to a man? Being away from my woman that long nearly drove me mad.”

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