Page 79 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

"J-JT," I moan, bucking up against him.

His other hand comes up to cup my breast, his thumb teasing the hardened peak as he growls into my ear.

He drops his hips down so his hard erection presses against me.

"Feel what you do to me, Mac?" He grinds against me, the fabric of his boxers doing little to hinder the sensation of his arousal.

I moan in response, my hands fisting in his hair as I pull him down for another kiss. His hand on my breast squeezes gently, his thumb rolling over the nipple and sending electric jolts of pleasure down to where his fingers are still ruthlessly pleasing me.

"I'm... close," I whimper, desperate for the release that's just out of reach.

He slows his fingers, drawing out the pleasure until I'm squirming with need. "Only when I say," he whispers against my lips.

His command does something strange to me, it sends a thrill through me that has my eyes rolling back in pleasure. The need to submit to him, to allow him control is overwhelmingly powerful.

He slips out of his boxers, and I gasp at the feeling of him, hot and hard against me.

Slowly, he slips inside of me. His pace is torturously slow at first, and I whimper softly against his mouth, craving more. With each thrust, I can feel him stretching me deliciously, making me lose myself in the immense pleasure coursing through my veins. His hands keep my wrists in place over my head as he dips in and out.

His breath is warm and ticklish against my skin. "Patience, sweetheart."

He pulls back slightly, only to surge forward again and I gasp, the sensation of him filling me completely overwhelms my senses. His hand comes down to rest on my hip, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my clit as he establishes a slow, steady rhythm.

I wrap my legs around him tightly, desperate to feel him deeper. He obliges, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper as our bodies meld together. There's an urgency in his every move, a silent promise of what's to come.

"Look at me, Mac," he murmurs against my lips.

Slowly, I open my eyes to find his gaze locked onto mine. The intensity in his eyes has me trembling under him. His brows are pulled together as though he’s being tortured. "You're... beautiful," he breathes out.

"JT," I moan, the sound muffled as I press my mouth against his neck. My fingers clutch tightly at his hard biceps as he picks up his pace, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts. His response is a low groan in my ear, the vibrations spreading warmth throughout my body.

His arms coil around me, fingers digging into my back as he pulls my body flush against his.

His head dips low, his mouth capturing my earlobe as he whispers, “You close, babe?”

I can only nod. I feel him smile against my skin before his hand moves between us again, his fingers brushing over my sensitive nub. A gasp rips from my throat as heat floods through me at the contact. “Remember, not until I tell you.”

“I remember.”

“That’s it.”

My hands tangle in his tousled hair as I buck up against him.

“Almost.” He sighs, “Oh, you want it so bad, but you’re being a good girl and waiting.”

Every part of me is tightening, like a string being wrapped around itself into a ball. The tension inside of me might snap.

“JT,” I gasp. He stops moving completely, and I am frozen beneath him, gasping, hanging on the edge.

“You poor thing,” he whispers. Ever so slightly, he thrusts. The motion is painfully slow, and I want to scream in frustration. “Okay,” he whispers into my ear, “cum for me.”

He pounds into me then, fast and rough. Within seconds my climax comes crashing down on me like an avalanche, my body spasming and shaking uncontrollably. Through the haze of pleasure, I can vaguely hear JT cursing as his own release hits him.

We lay locked together for long moments afterwards, panting heavily, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. His lips gently trace the curve of my shoulder as our breathing slows. It doesn’t take long until sleep pulls us both under.

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