Page 37 of The Haunting of the Mountain

“How’s it feel, sweet girl?”

I drag my palm down her cheek, across her neck. Her moans deepen as I mold my hand across her breast, arching her back against the couch.

“So good. Full. Like you were made for me.”

I thought my cock was hard before, but once I see her perfect globes bouncing as I pump into her, I’m harder than my namesake. I’m driving into her and she's taking it. Milking me. Those little moans and squeals—the way she urges me with her heels and hips and hands, dragging across my arms. She’s loving it as much as I am.

“This can’t be your first time. Taking my cock like this. Perfect fucking fit.”

She smiles, nails dragging across my skin again. I like the pain. It feels raw and animalistic. Two beasts pawing at each other and staking their claim. Bloody me up, sweet girl. Make it known that I’m yours.

“It is.” She draws her fingers down my chest, resting against my abs. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle you.” Her palms flatten against me. “All of you.”

I lower myself closer to her, as I feel my self-control slipping away with each passing second.

“But you did.” I kiss her head, thrusting inside her harder and faster. “You are.” I hook my arms under her arms and thenlift her off the ground. I spin, sitting back down as the couch slides against the ground. By the time we’re done, we’ll have fucked to the front door.

“Ride me. Let me see you milk my cock.” I fist her tits, shoving my face into them before taking each one into my mouth. I fall backward, staring up at perfection as I fix my hands on her hips, helping her as she rides my cock. “Fucking natural,” I rasp, my fingers digging into her soft skin.

“So deep,” she moans. “So full. So…” She cups her breasts and I swear I’m going to spill. She’s riding me so hard, panting and moaning and sweating.

“So…Stone,” she cries, eyes jerking to mine.

I reach up, gripping the back of her neck as I lose control, pumping into her as I feel her clench against me. Everything falls away once I hear her come. Feel her come as her pussy clenches and I unleash inside her. I can’t breathe. I’m seeing lights and stars and the only thing tethering me to reality is the weight of Kyla as she wraps herself around me, shuddering as my cock continues to spill.

I groan against her damp skin. It feels like our bodies are joined as one. I’ve never felt this close to anyone before. Never thought it was possible. Never going to let her go.

She moans into my ear, aftershocks of her orgasm rolling through her as she shudders against me.

“That was unreal. Oh mygod!” she bellows into the crook of my neck before kissing me softly.

Her voice is so damn sexy. Her scent. The touch of her body. Everything. And if she keeps kissing me like that…

I tunnel my fingers through her hair and tug so I can see those lips, all soft and swollen and begging to be kissed again. Those sultry eyes brimming with need.

“That was the beginning. The start. It only gets better from here.”

“I’m not sure if my body could handle more.”

She gasps as I rock my hips against her, my cock still lodged inside her. “I think there’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“Mmmm,” she moans as she shoves her head back against my body, nipping at me with her teeth as she runs her hands along my arms.

My cock’s already hardening again for round two, and the way she’s grinding tells me she’s ready too.

“Sorry, you didn’t find your ghosts tonight.”

I feel her lips curl into a smile against my skin. “I think I like this better than ghost hunting.”

“The best way to spend a rainy day. And night.”

“Think you’ll have enough stamina?”

Kyla squeals and her eyes flare as I lift us off the couch and carry her to our bedroom, my cock slipping in and out with each step.

“If anyone strolls by, there’s no question they’ll think this cabin is haunted. You’ll be wailing like a banshee before the night’s over.”

Kyla snorts as her nails dig into my back.

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