Page 17 of Mountain Challenge

“No. Don’t stop. I meant … Bed. Take me to bed.”

He’d reduced her to short sentences, which was good, because he didn’t think he could parse many words. Not when all his blood was flowing to his cock. But still, he had to be sure.

“Are you sure, Isla?”

“Yes. Bed. I’m sure.”

He’d seen her big white bed a few minutes earlier when he’d gone through her apartment to make sure it was safe. He pulled her higher on his hips now and carried her towards the bedroom, loving the way her legs tightened on his hips as he moved. She had strong legs for such a little thing. All muscle.

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Isla’s hands tightened on Ry’s shoulders. He felt like stone beneath her—warm, living stone.

He let her down on the bed gently, then pulled her roughly towards the edge. She found herself responding to both—the gentleness and the roughness—all that effortless, controlled strength.

Ry pulled her knees apart and kneeled between her legs, his long, rough fingers stroking her through her jeans. Warmth pooled between her legs.

“Take these off,” he growled.

Best idea I’ve heard all day. Isla stood up, undoing the button of her black jeans. Then his hands were there, helping her peel them off until she was sitting in front of him in just her little black thong. She favored thongs over other types of underwear because she loved thebarely therefeeling they gave her. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the thin string left her favoritetattoo visible, so she got to see it every time she got dressed or undressed. She knew the moment Ry saw the tattoo, because his breath caught in his throat. He exhaled sharply, as if breathing had become an effort.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m hoping to do just that,” she replied, feeling sassy.

“That’s …” His finger reached out to graze the wolf's head peeking out from her hip. “That’s the most incredible tattoo I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Isla said. “I designed it myself.” And she’d never been as happy to have it as she was right now, with Ry’s long, strong finger tracing the design. Roland hadn’t been so keen on it. Several times he’d complained it looked like the wolf was staring at him while they had sex. At the time, she’d thought it was a strange insecurity, but she’d never said anything, not wanting to antagonize him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his expression thoughtful.

Isla bit her lip. He was too perceptive by half. “I’m thinking you’re overdressed,” she joked.

“Please don’t lie to me. We don’t have to do anything, if?—”

Her pussy clenched at the thought of him stopping.Sonot what she wanted. “I promise you I’m not having second thoughts. Take those off.”

She was grateful she didn’t have to ask twice. Within moments, his trousers, boxers and socks were in a messy pile on the floor. Ry stood to his full height, completely—and impressively—naked.

Wow.He was way bigger than Roland, but she wasn’t going to go there. Her cheating ex wouldn’t spoil a single moment more for her, and particularly not a moment like this.

Ry pulled off her thong, leaving her naked as well. Her hand reached out to touch his thick, proud cock, wondering if he’dfeel as strong and hot as she imagined. Before she could do so, Ry took a step forward and gently pushed her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed again. Much as she’d been a few moments earlier. Except now he could see all of her. A momentary insecurity caught up with her and her knees began to close.

“Open your legs wide, baby. Let me see that beautiful pink pussy.”

If you put it like that …Isla’s knees opened as wide as she could without losing her balance. With one hand, he tugged gently on one of her nipple rings. But his focus, his full, undivided attention, was on her pussy, which clenched with need.

He lowered his head until he was close enough that she could feel his breath on her core. “You’re going to come on my mouth first,” he said. As his tongue reached out and licked her, Isla’s hips jerked so hard, she almost came off the bed, except he pushed her back with one broad palm, holding her just where he wanted her.

“So sweet. You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled, right against her core. And then he didn’t say anything else, as he sucked and licked and stroked, driving her hard towards a peak higher than any she’d ever experienced before. Isla lost her capacity to think shortly before exploding in an orgasm that tore through her body like a freight train.

Oh. My. God.

Her fingers and toes curled, pleasure driving through her in an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. Ry slowed his onslaught but didn’t release her, still licking and sucking gently, as if tracing a map of her body. And, unbelievably, just as the pleasure from the first orgasm ebbed, another wave of pleasure woke up. Which didn’t happen to her. On the rare occasions where she’d been ableto come with a partner, she’d never—ever—been able to come twice.

And yet the little wave kept growing. “More.” The word was out before she could stop herself.

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