Page 9 of Liberated Mountain Man

I gasp, my body trembling under his touch, every inch of me on fire with the way he’s staring at me, like I’m something he’s waited for his whole life. His hands tighten on my legs, holding me open for him, and the intensity of it all makes my head spin.

“You’re mine now,” Jax growls, his eyes flicking up to meet mine as he leans in closer. “And I’m going to show you exactly how.”

His tongue moves over me with a wild intensity that leaves me breathless. It starts at my clit, circling it with a rough, relentless rhythm that makes my whole-body shiver. Each touch is electric, a powerful, unfamiliar sensation that has me arching my back and gasping for more.

He presses his mouth firmly against my folds, his lips and sucking it with a fierce, almost desperate hunger. The pleasure is so overwhelming and intense, I can hardly believe it. My innocent body quakes, my thighs trembling as I cling to him, unable to control the moans escaping my lips.

His tongue dives deeper, exploring every inch of my untouched core with an insatiable need. The heat of his mouth and the pressure of his touch make me realize just how much he's taking me over. I'm caught in a whirlwind of sensation, my body instinctively reaching for him, craving the primal pleasure he's giving me. It's intense, it's thrilling, and it's completely new—leaving me on the edge, wanting more.

I’m on the brink of collapsing, but Jax lifts me effortlessly. My legs instinctively curl around him, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. My tits press against his face, and I adjustthem, trying to press my nipples firmly against him, desperate for him to feel their heat and weight.

He gently lays me down on the bed, and before I can even settle into the softness, he’s back between my legs

“Your tits later,” he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. “I’m not done with this sweet, perfect pussy. You taste fucking irresistible. Like honey.”

What he doesn’t know that since that day in the garden, I eat Honeycrisp apples by the dozen.

His lips lock around my sensitive nub, sucking and nibbling with a fierce, unrelenting passion that makes me scream out.

I arch my back, my body writhing beneath him, desperate for more of the electrifying pleasure he’s giving me. His hot breath against my dripping pussy adds a tantalizing edge to the intense pleasure, making me squirm and gasp for breath. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in place as he feasts on me, determined to extract every bit of pleasure I can give.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “I can’t get enough of how fucking slick you are. I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to think straight. You’re all mine.”

What does he even mean? Come? Come where?

As Jax’s tongue works me over with a wild intensity, I can’t help but squirm. The pleasure is so overwhelming that my instinct is to try to close my legs, to escape the relentless sensation. But Jax is having none of it. His hands are firm and unyielding, keeping my thighs spread wide as he continues his torturous assault.

My sobs escape uncontrollably as I try to lock my legs around his head, but his hands push my knees wide apart. “You’re trying to hide from me, sweetheart? You think you can play coy? I’m not letting you close those sweet little thighs. I want every bit of you. You taste too fucking good.”

His mouth keeps diving deeper, his tongue swirling and sucking with an almost animalistic hunger. I gasp as he licks from my entrance to my clit and back again, savoring every drop of my essence.

My heart race even faster, and I can’t help but moan louder. “Jax, what… what is happening? I feel like I’m going to burst.”

His tongue dips into my entrance, moving with a jiggling motion that makes me shudder. I’m trembling, my hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

“Oh, my goodness,” I moan, my voice breaking with the intensity.

Suddenly, I feel his hot breath on my nipple. Before I can react, Jax’s mouth closes around it, sucking fiercely. The combined sensations are too much; I arch my back, my body buckling under the weight of the pleasure. His thumb presses firmly against my clit, igniting every nerve in my body.

“Let me take you to the peak, sweetheart. I want to see you drenched in pleasure, your release all over my face. I want to watch you like this, marked by me.”

My body convulses, and I scream, a mixture of shock and bliss that seems to fill the room. Jax’s tongue greedily laps up my release, his hands gripping my ass cheeks as he draws me closer. He rubs his nose against my clit before drawing it into his mouth, suckling gently. Each touch drives me deeper into my release, turning my screams into a ragged chant of his name.

I’m panting, my vision hazy and unfocused as the aftermath of the pleasure still ripples through me. I feel Jax’s lips on mine, kissing me tenderly. Gosh if this is what come feels like I want more of it… Jax has awaken a monster.

“That was... that was...” I stammer, my voice trembling with the intensity of what just happened. “The best thing I’ve ever felt. Ever.” I rest my head against his shoulder, a blissful smile curving my lips. The feeling is so foreign, so exhilarating. “Do you... do you also get to feel like that, too?”

I twist my hips against him, still feeling something very hard against my thigh. “Do you, Jax?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” His hand grips my hips firmly, stilling my movements. “You’re going to make me feel that way. Often. You’ll wrap your sweet mouth around my cock so many times it’ll feel like coming home. You’re going to ride me, take me deep, and no matter what I do, you’re going to beg for more.” His words are thick with desire, and I can see the intensity in his eyes. “But not until you’re ready. Until then, I’ll find a way to handle it.”

He gets up and leaves the room. And I can’t help and feel like I didn’t get him to feel the same way I do. And that I disappointed him.

Chapter 4

Jax

I slam the shed door behind me, the wooden walls barely containing my frustration. I slept on the couch last night. The goddamn couch was supposed to be a temporary solution, a way to keep my distance from her while I figured out how to handle this fucking mess of a situation. But it’s not working. The tension is still there, tight as a drum, and every time I think about Cassie, it’s like I’m getting kicked in the gut.

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