Page 145 of Ten Mountain Men

“Don’t worry, darlin’,” Nash drawls. “We’ve got you.”

In a dizzying flurry of movement, I find myself lifted off Ranger’s cock, out of the water, and carried to the grassy bank. My men surround me, their massive bodies glistening in the sunlight. I reach out, running my hands over rippling muscles and through soft beards. It’s too much, and not enough, and just right.

My body trembles with anticipation as my mountain men surround me, their powerful forms towering over me. I feel small and delicate in comparison, but so cherished and protected.

“Our sweet Goldie,” Ash murmurs, his calloused fingers trailing down my spine. “So perfect for us.”

I arch into his touch, craving more. “Please,” I whimper. In an instant, I’m swept up in strong arms. Clay is lying back in the grass and pulls me on top of him, lowering me onto his girth. I moan. I’m not sure how much more I can take. My clit feels like it’s about to explode. As if he can read my mind, Luke’s hand slides around my belly, his finger slipping into my folds until he finds the spot that makes my thighs tremble.

“Don’t let her come yet,” Hunter says and I groan.

“You’re evil, Hunt.”

“That’s it, darlin’,” Clay growls against my lips. “Take me nice and deep.” I laugh.

“As if there’s any other way to take you, you silly man.” I cling to his shoulders as he begins to move, setting a steady rhythm that has me well on the way to seeing stars. The others crowd around us.

“So beautiful,” Buck murmurs, his hand tangling in my hair as he guides my mouth to his thick shaft. I eagerly take him between my lips, relishing his salty taste and the way he pulses against my tongue. Hands and mouths roam my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake as I ride Clay, Luke’s fingers expertly working my clit.

But too soon, hands lift my hips, pulling me off Clay. He remains lying on his back underneath me as someone else takes me from behind. It’s Lynx, his pace achingly slow as he slides into me, savoring every inch. I whimper around Buck’s cock, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. My hips rock with unrestrained urgency, seeking more friction as Lynx continues his torturously slow pace. I moan around Buck’s thick length, taking him deeper into my throat.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Buck groans, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Just like that.”

I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder as Lynx finally picks up his rhythm. The dual sensations have my body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Lynx pulls out and I whimper at the loss. Buck gently extracts himself from my mouth too, leaving me so empty I could cry.

“No one comes ’til you do,” Luke says.

“Then let me. Make me. Please.”

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Nash murmurs, his rough hands caressing my curves. “We’re not done with you.”

“My turn,” Rusty growls, flipping me onto my hands and knees. He enters me in one swift thrust, setting a punishing pace that has me crying out in pleasure. My breasts sway with each powerful stroke. Rusty’s rough hands grip my hips, pulling me back to meet his thrusts.

Rusty’s relentless pace has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. My fingers dig into the soft grass as I struggle to hold myself up, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through my body. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Rusty pulls out, leaving me achingly empty once again.

“Please,” I whimper, my voice hoarse with need. “I can’t take much more.”

“You can and you will, darlin’,” Hunter growls, his massive hands gripping my waist as he flips me onto my back. “And it’s going to feel so much better when we finally let you let go. You trust us, right?”

I nod. He enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist as he sets a steady rhythm. Hunter’s lips find mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans of pleasure. Hunter’s powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure coursing through me. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. But just as I feel my release building, he pulls out, leaving me whimpering with need.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Before I can protest, Nash is there, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling my hips up. He enters me from behind, his thick length stretching me deliciously. I moan into the grass, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.

“So tight,” Nash growls, his hands gripping my hips as he sets a punishing pace. I push back against him, meeting each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with my cries of pleasure. Nash’s relentless rhythm has me teetering on the edge once more, my inner walls clenching around him as my release builds.

“Please,” I beg, my voice muffled by the grass. “I need to come.”

“Not yet,” Nash growls, slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl.

I whimper in frustration, my body trembling with need. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Nash pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.

“Turn her over,” Hunter commands. “I want to see her face when she finally comes.”

Strong hands flip me onto my back once more. I gaze up at my ten mountain men, their eyes dark with desire as they look down at me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with need. “Please,” I whisper, reaching out to them.

“Seven down, three to go,” Ash steps forward, his muscular body gleaming in the sunlight. He kneels between my legs, his rough hands caressing my inner thighs. I shiver at his touch, my body aching for more.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ash murmurs, his green eyes locked on mine as he slowly enters me. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, my back arching off the grass. Ash sets a steady rhythm, his powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure through my body. I clutch at his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he hits that perfect spot inside me.

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