Page 34 of The Haunting of the Mountain

“Like that,” Kyla moans raggedly. “Just like…” her voice fades into moans.

“So fucking good,” I growl, licking and sucking, wet, sloppy sounds filling the air. Jesus, I’m losing my mind. Her pussy is divine and I can’t get enough. I rub my fucking face against her, covering myself with her before I let go of her leg, repositioning my arms across her belly.

Harder, faster. I slide a finger against her wet opening, pressing gently as her cries become desperate, her need for more growing as her thighs clamp against my head and she screams my name. I can’t fucking breathe but I no longer care. I’ll suffocate on this pussy if it means she comes on my lips.

“Open for me,” I growl but with my mouth permanently sealed to her, it comes out as incoherent gibberish.

Doesn’t matter. The more I press my finger against her, the more I devour her, the more she opens up until finally she relents, taking it inside so I feel her velvety softness. I stroke her with my tongue as I rub her from the inside.

“Stone,” she moans. “I can’t—it feels—I…”

She arches against the couch as her heels dig into my back. I can feel her tightening against my finger but I don’t relent. I’m not stopping until I feel her orgasm crash against me.

“Stone,” she cries out again.

Nothing’s sexier than hearing her scream my name. But a few seconds later I’m proved wrong when she shudders and contracts against me, releasing her thundering orgasm. But I don’t stop. Hearing her cry out and feeling her come only feedsmy need and desire. I won’t stop until she begs me to. I’m a ravenous beast and Kyla belongs to me.

“Too much,” Kyla rasps, pawing at me. “I can’t take it anymore.”

I wind down slowly as Kyla continues to moan, curses leaving her lips softly until I finally relent. I’ll give her some respite. But as I drink her in, flushed with sweat beading across her body, it won’t last long.

I begin removing my jeans. Button, zipper, and then dropping them at my feet.

Kyla laughs—short, soft bursts that slowly increase until she folds in on herself. “You weren’t wrong. You look less like a cat and more like a rabid animal now.”

I feel rabid. I feel ravenous, craving more of her taste. I need her body. Those lips. So plush and perfect. I want to make sure they’re covered with me so she can’t taste anything but me.

“I am,” I say, my voice low and gruff.

My eyes roll back as I grab my cock through my boxer briefs. And when I look at Kyla again, she’s staring right at it.

Her fingers glide down her belly and between her thighs as my eyes rake across her perfect body. Kyla bites down on her bottom lip a soft moan escaping her mouth as her fingers find her clit and I fist my cock.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Without any hesitation, she slips a finger inside, panting as her gaze rakes across my body.

“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice craggier and deeper, suffused with need as I see her get herself off.

Her finger glides in and out, in and out, her wetness glistening in the candlelight as I feel my cock leaking precum. I’ve never seen anything sexier than watching my girl like this.

“Do you ever touch yourself like this?”

She gives a quick shake of her head. “Not in front of anyone.”

A low growl lodges in my throat and I lower myself onto my knees, stroking my cock as I close the gap between us. In and out. Up and down. We’re stroking ourselves in unison, and I have to let go because a few more seconds and I’d unleash all over her.

“How does it feel?”

Kyla smiles, pulling her finger out and then rubbing her clit in slow circles.

“Amazing,” she says, finally. “But it feels nothing like your mouth. I’ve never come like that before.”

My cock digs painfully into the couch as I move closer, sliding my hands across her slick thighs. She’s so soft. So damn delicate. The things I want to do to her…

“Never?”

Kyla pauses, her hand still against her folds as she stares at me.

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