Page 17 of Kept By The Mountain Man

“No, I just… I want to watch. Can you lean back?”

He grits his teeth as he does as I ask and leans back on his heels. I stare down my body, my mouth dropping open when I see his thick length stretching my tight cunt.

“I can’t believe that I can take all of you,” I whisper in wonder.

“Please stop talking,” he begs, and I grin up at him.

“I thought that Marines were supposed to be strong,” I taunt him, and he growls.

He grips my thigh, dragging it higher up his body, and we both groan as he starts to fuck me. I watch him move in and out of me for as long as I can. When the pressure gets to be too much, I collapse back on the floor and watch Hendrix’s face as he starts to rut into me.

He moves like a man possessed, and I love that I get to see him like this. I get to watch him unravel and know that it’s me who is his undoing. Hendrix is always so stoic and stone-faced, but not now. Not with me.

“Be a good girl,” he growls down at me. “And come all over my cock.”

That’s all it takes, and I scream his name as I reach my peak.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he follows me over the edge, and I feel his come splash inside of me as we come together.

Hendrix rolls over so that he doesn’t crush me, his arms wrapping around me as he pulls me against is chest. We’re both breathing hard, and I curl up against his side, enjoying the post-orgasm high and the feeling of his warmth and the fire next to us.

I’m not sure when I close my eyes, but I must, and I must drift off too, but I could swear that just before I fall asleep, I hear Hendrix whisper that he loves me.

Must be a dream,I think as sleep pulls me under.

EIGHT

Hendrix

I wakeup with Evie wrapped around me, and it instantly becomes how I want to start my day every day.

I carried her to bed after she passed out last night and tucked her in before I threw her clothes in the wash. I wanted her to be able to stay a while, and I knew that she would use needing clean clothes as a reason to leave in the morning.

Now it’s morning, though, and Evie is starting to stir. I smile, taking my time as I pepper kisses over her face and down her neck.

“Morning,” she grumbles, and I smile.

“Try afternoon,” I tease her, and her eyes shoot open.

“What? Really?”

She looks over at the bedside clock, and her eyes bug as she sees that it is just past noon.

“Whoa, I’ve never slept in that late before,” she murmurs.

“I guess I wore you out,” I whisper I kiss her neck.

“You did,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I growl as I feel her tits press against my chest. My cock is hard and pressing against her soft stomach, and I growl again as she rubs against it.

“Looks like we didn’t wear you out,” she murmurs huskily, and I kiss her, rolling her under me.

“I’d never get sick of fucking you,” I tell her as my cock nudges against her opening.

She’s slick with need, and I slip in, both of us sighing as her wet heat wraps around me. I sink in balls deep, and her legs wrap around my waist. Then she’s pressing on my shoulders, and I roll over, helping her get settled on top of me.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

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