Page 7 of Mountain Dr.'s Sweet Thing

A single tear rolls down her cheek, her soft face crumpling. I frame her jaws with my large hands, wiping away her tears with the pads of my thumbs.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. It’s gonna be all good. I’ll fix everything.” I kiss her again, and because I’m a sick motherfucker, my dick jumps in my boxer. The mixed taste of her tears, her lips and tongue, the remnants of her sweet juices, what’s left of her milk in my mouth… fuck… I’m gonna blow my fucking load just from kissing my woman.

“Can you… can you help me? Please?”

I kiss her forehead. “Of course, sweet girl. Where are the herbs?”

“At my place.”

She wipes at her face, a small smile slowly taking over her features.

“Okay, let’s go to your house and you can show me. Since it’s something natural, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You should stop milking in a few days,” I reassure her, but all I can think of is drinking all that milk while it lasts.

She nods bravely, “okay.”

I grab a wipe and gently clean her tears and the parts of her skin still covered in fluids. Then I help her put her clothes back on.

We walk out, hand in hand. I walk us to my truck, open the door for Ash and help her inside, buckling her securely. Then I go around and climb in. I start the car and drive us to her house. Because of course I know exactly where she lives.

I park the car and help Ash out. She turns a warm, trusting smile my way and my heart fucking bursts. Fuck, my girl is the fucking most beautiful thing in the world.

She opens the door and invites me in. Her house is modest, but nicely decorated. Feminine and warm, just like her. I wonder what our home will look like. Fuck, I will build her a house from the fucking ground. Give her whatever the fuck she wants and needs.

We walk to the kitchen, and Ashley points to a metal tin of loose tea. I grab it and study the label. Huh… I’ll have to do some research and send a sample to the lab down the mountain. But at first read I see nothing harmful, thank God!

I turn back to Ashley and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. Her soft curves fit perfectly into my hard body. I know without a doubt she was made for me.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll fix it. You’ll be all good in no time.”

“I’m sorry, Jax. I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

I tighten my hold on her, kissing the top of her head. As always, the sound of my name on her lips.

“Don’t worry, honey. Everything will be alright. I promise.”

Unable to control myself, I take her mouth in a deep, long, wet kiss, our tongues tangling, our hands all over each other’s body. I grab her big ass, molding the full, soft flesh, parting her ass-cheeks, making her moan loudly. Then slide up to her soft waist and back down to her full hips. Ashley shivers, clawing at my flannel. I run my hands under her shirt, feeling her smooth, warm skin. She tears at my undershirt, sliding her fingers under the cotton fabric, grazing my burning skin with her nails.

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me. I can’t take anymore. I need her. Now.

I break the kiss and growl in her ear, “I can’t wait, baby. I need you.”

“Please,” she moans, pushing her body against mine. “Bedroom,” she moans between feverish kisses, arching her neck for my lips, tongue, and teeth. Flapping her hand at a door behind her, she adds, “over there.”

I pick her up and walk us to her bedroom.

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The moment I lower her body on her mattress, I pull her clothes off. The layers falling like wrapping paper on Christmas morning. I fucking need her, every fucking inch of her. Naked and all fucking mine.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so goddamn gorgeous. And your tits. God, they’re amazing. So full and round, your dark nipples leaking just for me.”

I lower my mouth to her breasts and suck, swallowing her sweet milk, her scent going straight to my hard cock. I growl, my balls drawing up, and I realize I’m gonna come.

“Ash, honey. Fuck. I’m gonna shoot. Are you ready for me? Do you want my cum?”

“Yes, please.”

She’s writhing, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding my face to her tits.

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