Page 36 of The Haunting of the Mountain

“I trust you,” she says, stroking my face. “I want you. Need you.”

I stare at her, taking in the beauty of her, still in disbelief that I’ll be her first and last.

“I’ll take it slow. I’ll ease into it for you.”

She bites her lip. “Okay.”

I kiss her, soft and slow but the longer my lips are on hers, the more of her taste is in my mouth, the less control I have over myself. Our kiss turns rough. It’s wild as my tongue swipes against hers, hungry and searching in her mouth.

She whimpers against my lips as I start grinding against her. I’m not sure if I can be gentle.Fuck. I break the kiss, panting as her soft chest, damp with sweat heaves against mine.

“Should take you to our bed. You don’t want your first time here.”

She smiles. “In candlelight? With you? I want you right here. I want you right now. And if you’re not inside me soon…”

I smile. “You’ll what?”

“I might take things into my own hands.”

“Yeah?”

She nods.

“You need this?” I rasp, stroking my cock against her opening as her grip around my waist slackens.

“Yes,” she moans, eyes rolling back before she stares at me hazily.

“You want me to be your first?” I rub my tip against her, slick and warm. It feels fucking incredible.

“Mhmm,” she mutters, biting her lip as her nails dig into my back again.

“I have to tell you something.”

“What?” she breathes.

“I lied.”

Her eyes flare and I kiss her harshly, ferociously as I capture her protests with my mouth before she relents, dragging her fingers through my hair.

“I can’t be gentle,” I say, my lips brushing against her with every syllable. “I can’t control myself once I’m inside you.”

“Don’t,” she says. “Just fuck me. Just—ohfuck!”

She yanks on my hair as I finally press myself inside of her. If there’s heaven on earth, it’s my cock lodged inside of my girl. I let out a guttural groan as I collapse against her and breathe in her scent.

“Stone,” she moans against my skin as her hands drop to my shoulder. “You’re so big.”

I retreat and then push, repeating until I’m halfway inside.

“And you’re so fucking tight. So wet. So perfect.”

I hook an arm beneath her, pushing us up with one hand as I reposition us on the couch. Her back lands roughly against the couch, and it lurches against the wood floor as I thrust.

My arms and body cage her against the couch as I thrust, long and slow, relishing the way she grips my cock. “You feel fucking amazing.”

She grips my back as her breath leaves her lips in staccato bursts following each thrust. Her eyes are sealed shut as her head lolls side to side. I reach over, grab her chin, and then kiss her greedily. I need her taste on my lips, fucking her mouth with my tongue as I claim her pussy.

“Stone,” she gasps, when I finally release her.

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