Page 75 of Ten Mountain Men

“Don’t you worry about Luke. Don’t you worry ’bout a thing.”

He silences me with a kiss so tender it whisks my worries away.

I lose all track of the time once he settles himself between my legs and the condom packet is opened. I don’t even take the time to ask why he has condoms when he lives on a secluded mountain because I’m too focused on the way he’s making my pussy feel.Oh, right. The tavern girls.The thought flits in and out of my mind quickly, because he’s on his knees before me, his thighs spread, and his cock is on full display for me, just as I’m spread before him. I don’t feel shy at all, which isn’t weird for me because I’m not the shy type, but I’ve never been fully open like this, gorgeous male eyes on my naked body in the broad daylight, only dimmed by the thin veil of the tent walls.

But I love it. The way his eyes are slightly dazed as he drinks me in, pausing the condom application to stare, licking his lips.

I don’t want him to pause. My hand goes to my nipple, and I circle it with my fingers, relishing the sensation. His eyes widen as he follows my movements and then he’s finally finished putting the condom on.

“Are you ready, snapdragon?” he says as he settles himself over me again, using his massive arms to hold himself up.

“Yes!” I cry.

He grins, slow and sexy, and then dips down to kiss me.

And we kiss and kiss. My thighs fall open even wider and the ache to be filled by him has me grinding against him. But he seems lost in kissing me, and his kisses are delicious.

By the time his cock is lined up at my entrance, my legs are shaking from the anticipation.

“Please, Brooks,” I whisper. Or more like whimper. “Now.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, but I shake my head. I’m not here for gentle. If I’m going to give up my virginity now, in a way that’s pretty much the opposite of any of my damn fantasies, I’m going to make sure I’m beingfucked.

“I want you to give it to me, Brooks. Don’t hold back. Fuck me. Makemefeel alive.”

He stares at me. “Are you sure?”

“Brooks, please,” I whimper again. “I’m sure. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’,” he says.

“You won’t,” I promise.

He makes a soft growling sound and then he pushes his hips forward. The tip of him fills me and I cry out. In pain, in pleasure, I don’t know, a mix of both, but I want more. I want it all. I try to watch between us as his body takes mine. I want to see everything, but his cock feels too good as he pushes deeper. My eyes slam shut automatically as I’m overpowered by ecstasy, forced to give myself over to the sensation of pure bliss. My head falls back.

“My God, you’re so hot right now, Gold,” he growls. I can’t answer because he’s still pushing deeper, and my mouth has fallen open, my breath caught in my lungs. “The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He’s so huge I’m not sure he’ll fit, but then he pushes deeper again, and I gasp, surprised at how full I feel, how stretched, how needy for even more.

“Gold, are you ready for more?” he says, tipping his head down to kiss my shoulder.

I manage to open my eyes and I see in the way he watches me, biting his lips, his dazed eyes tight, that he’s holding back. He’s being gentle, after all, letting me adjust.

“Give me everything, Brooks. Please stop holding back. Forget about trying to make it perfect. Just fuck me.”

He rocks forward, and I gasp again as he fills me, stretching me with every last glorious inch of his cock as he fully covers my body with his. When he slides out, I start to tell him to stop, to stay inside me and never leave.

But then he slams his hips into mine, spearing me, and I can only cry out from the pleasure. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“This what you want?” he growls.

I nod vigorously and buck my hips under him, desperately trying to feel more, more, more.

He kisses me again before changing positions, settling back on his knees again. He scoops me up, both hands under my ass, and slides me toward him.

This time, when he enters me, he settles in so deep he pokes me in the brain. I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening anyway, because my brain has officially exploded and I can feel him in every inch of my body.

When I said I wanted to fuck, he took the request seriously, because he starts to rock his hips, building up such a hard, fast rhythm that I have to grip his biceps in order to hold on enough to match.

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