Page 55 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

A wicked smile curves my lips. "Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what I'm capable of. The things I could do to this sweet little body of yours..."

I trail my free hand down her side, skimming over the curve of her waist, my touch light but full of dark promise. Mac shivers under my fingers, her breath coming faster now.

"Hank..." she whispers, and my name on her lips is almost my undoing.

"Is this what you want?" I murmur, my hand sliding under the hem of her shirt to stroke the smooth skin of her lower back. "You want me to take control? To show you just how good it can be when you surrender to me?"

Her eyelids flutter and she arches slightly into my touch, even as she tries to maintain her defiant front. "I don't surrender to anyone," she says, but her voice wavers.

"We'll see about that.”

I run my thumb along her smooth, full lips, studying the faint line of freckles that dust over her nose and blend into her tanned skin.

“Hank, what are you—" she starts to say, but her words are cut off as I roughly claim her lips with mine.

This time, I don't hold back. My tongue invades her mouth, tasting her berry flavored lip balm. Mac moans against my lips, her hands fisting in my shirt, as if she's trying to push me away and pull me closer at the same time.

In one swift motion, I spin her around and press her front against the wall.

Without waiting for her response, I roughly unbutton her jeans and slip them down, snapping the band of her cotton underwear. Her bare ass is a delectable sight that riles me with hunger for her, and I can't help but marvel at the contrast of her beauty against my roughness.

"Hank, what are you doing?" she asks again with a gasp of pleasure.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, Mac. A lesson in appreciating what's right in front of you."

With that, I bring my hand down hard on her bottom, eliciting a sharp squeal from her lips.

Mac's gasp is cut short by a moan as she arches her hips back against me.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my cock straining against my jeans.

Her voice is breathless, her breathing ragged. "I... I hate you, Hank."

"That's what you keep telling yourself." I chuckle darkly. "But your body begs to differ."

Before she can protest further, I pull her panties down, exposing her wet core to the cool air. "You're soaked, Mac. You want this as much as I do."

"I-I..." her voice trails off as I run my hand down her ass to her pussy, exposing her needy hole.

"Oh, I can't hear you, sweetheart. What was that?"

"I..." Mac pants, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "Fuck you.”

"That's more like it,” I whisper. "But you know what I really want to hear you say?"

With that, I slide a finger inside her, eliciting another sweet moan from her red lips.

“How badly you want me to fuck you.”

Mac's eyes slam shut, her whole body trembling under my touch. "I... Hank... I..."

I add another finger, curling them both inside her, searching for her G-spot. Mac's response is all the confirmation I need.

"Say it," I demand, my voice raspy with lust. My other hand works my belt, pulling down my jeans.

“I want you so b-bad,” she whimpers.

With that, I enter her in one swift, hard thrust.

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