Page 37 of Protected By the Mountain Man

I would do that later.

For now, I wanted to touch him, wanted to learn the shape of his body, the contours of his chest, his shoulders, his abs. His kiss was bruising as I trailed my hands down his pecs, over his six-pack…as I reached for his belt buckle. He cursed against my lips, something incoherent, as I undid that belt buckle and found the button, the zipper?—

“Kat,” he groaned, stilling my hands. His hips twitched; he wanted me so bad he was moving despite himself. And fuck…I got it, because I wanted him too. “Are you sure?”

I met his eyes, hazel irises dark with need, pupils dilated. With a soft shove, I pushed him backward a step, then stood—and I unbuttoned my own jeans, slid them down my thighs with my panties. When I’d unhooked my bra, too, I stood naked before Gabriel Mitchell.

His eyes darted down to the tiny space between us, taking in every detail.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful…” he breathed.

And then he was kissing me again, rushing to take his pants off, and I was touching him…touching him, tasting him, letting him push me back onto the feed bags. I wrenched my lips from his to look at his cock when I felt it slip free and fall heavy against my belly—took it in my hand. He was big. Of course his cock was big, because Gabe was big, and I…

I couldn’t wait to get him inside me.

I stroked his cock once, twice. Gabe moaned and rutted into my hand. When he kissed me again, his tongue gliding out in a messy line across my lips, he whispered, “Condom?”

“I’m on the pill,” I said. “Now fuck me, Gabe.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

He clutched the back of my neck, bracing my hip with his other hand as I guided him inside me, slowly, agonizingly. It took me a moment to accommodate for his size—but it was easy with how wet I was, coating his cock in arousal. Gabe cursed again, shaking his head, breathing hard.

“Fuck, Kat…”

“You feel so good,” I whispered. “Oh my god…please.”

Gabe thrust all the way in until he bottomed out. I curled my body around his, clamped my legs around his waist. My pussy spasmed, my whole body shaking with need.

His eyes met mine.

“No idea…how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled. “This gorgeous body…fuck, I’m going to worship you.”

I somehow found the ability to smirk, to talk.

“Big promises for a man who hasn’t even moved,” I purred.

So he did.

Gabe pulled back, the two of us rocking…then he slammed back into me. I cried out, clawing at his back. He did it again.

“More,” I gasped.

His pace increased, his hips rocking into me steadily, then faster, faster. We were both gasping and moaning, the outside world nothing but a distant memory. Everything that existed was here—Gabe’s arms around me, his cock inside me, his breaths puffing out against my neck. I gripped his shoulders like a lifeline, getting closer to the brink…

I felt my first orgasm like a tidal wave, sweeping me up and drowning me in pleasure. I held onto him tighter than ever, crying out again. He kissed me, swallowing the sound, his tongue fucking my mouth like his cock was fucking my pussy. When he released my lips, I looked into his hooded eyes and found the same intensity I’d seen on his face ever since I came back to town.

There was something here.

Not just lust…something more.

But the thought vanished as quickly as it came, and then I was building again, the pleasure mounting. Gabe was so deep inside me that I didn’t think it could feel any better—but then he hitched his knee up on the feed bag, tipping me forward onto his cock. I gasped. He was deep. So deep.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come, Kat,” he snarled. “Your pussy is fucking perfect…”

“Come inside me, Gabe,” I gasped. “Please?—”

He did as he was told, and I couldn’t speak.

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