Page 8 of Mountain Man Book Boyfriend

She groans and rubs her pussy against my cock. I can smell the tantalizing scent of her arousal perfuming the air, driving my inner neanderthal crazy.

“I need this so much, Cord. Don’t stop. Take me.”

Fuck! I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last when she’s spouting shit like that out of her soft, red lips. Begging me. Pleading for the release that I know I can give her.

My hands grip her ass, bare in a lacy thong that leaves very little to the imagination.

I rip at the scrap of lace and toss it on my floor, striding across the open cabin to the bed and tossing her down on it, smiling when she bounces, giggling. Her full breasts bounce up and almost smack her in the eyes. I lean forward and drag my tongue across her bare skin before I rip at the red dress like a complete and utter neanderthal.

“Hey! That was new!” The seams rip apart and fall to the sides of her body and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth when I see all that exposed, perfectly creamy skin. Miles and miles of it bare to my gaze except for her rounded globes that arebarely contained by a matching scrap of teal lace sparkling with gold threads.

“The second I saw you, I knew you were it for me.” A little streak of unease crosses her shimmering, verdant gaze but it’s gone so fast I almost think I imagined it. She has to be feeling the same things that I’m feeling. It’s too strong, too pure.

She’s mine. I’m hers. We belong together. Forever.

“Take off that bra before I rip it off your gorgeous body.”

She pauses and then teasingly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she slowly pulls it off, covering her breasts with her hands.

“Let me see what’s mine, Dixie.”

She glares at me but then she drops her arms to the side and I swear I’m glad that I just had my check-up. My heart feels like it’s about to bust out of my chest. I rub at my chest absently and then rip my clothes off, not caring one damn bit if I shred them into bits. The only thing that matters is getting my ass naked so that I can touch her, claim her the way she’s supposed to be claimed.

Like she’s fucking mine and she always will be.

I bend down and crawl onto the bed, my arms alongside her soft curves, planted close to her.

Her skin glows in the dim light and I can smell the sweet floral scent of her drifting around us. Her ribcage expands and her hands flutter like butterflies.

“I need a fucking taste.” My voice sounds harsh and angry and she jumps, her hands fluttering helplessly.

I lick up her lower lips until I tap at her clit and she groans, her hips moving back and forth restlessly, her head turning left and right. Her feet shuffle in the bed and I grasp her thighs, keeping them spread ruthlessly wide. “This is mine. You can’t have it back. It belongs to me.”

I don’t look at her but I hear her soft, muffled exclamation when I find her clit and wrap my teeth around it, lightly nipping it.

“Oh god! Don’t stop! Oh shit!” Her wide green eyes are almost black as she stares wildly at me.

“Oh, I’m not stopping a damn thing, angel. I’m your man now. You’re my woman. If you need anything, you ask me. You don’t touch this pretty pussy anymore because it belongs to me. I’ll tell you if you can play with it or not. But you can touch me any damn time you want.”

Her soft palms touch my chest gently, like a butterfly’s wings and her fingers tangle in the light nest of hair on my chest. She moans when I grasp her clit again with my teeth at the same time as I push a finger inside her and pump one finger, then two, inside her, claiming her, owning her.

Her head falls back, her chestnut hair tangling as she screams and writhes under my tongue and teeth. I can feel her lower lips fluttering and I pull out my fingers and lick them, moaning in ecstasy.

“You taste so damn good. I could lick that pussy for the rest of my life and never tire of how good it tastes.”

She falls back to the bed and gasps, “I don’t think I could take that.”

“I think you could take a helluva lot more than that.”

I reach down and pull at my throbbing dick as I rub it along her pussy lips, tapping her clit at the top.

Without losing a beat, she moves her body restlessly, her eyes locked on mine, her whole body trembling with anticipation, dewy perspiration on her pale skin along her ribcage and breasts.

“Damn, you are a sight, angel.”

Her pouty lips firm and she glares at me. “I need you right now, Cord. Don’t hold back anymore. Touch me, taste me. Claim me.”

“Forever, angel. Mine.” My voice is gruff, almost angry as I push inside her tight, wet, hot tunnel. I throw my head back when her walls close around me. “Oh, fuck! You feel so good, angel. So fucking good. So hot, so tight. You’re fucking strangling my big dick and I fucking love it!” Her nails dig into my shoulders and I see a quick flash of pain in her glorious eyes.

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