Page 21 of Protected By the Mountain Man

“Damn it, Mariah,” he rasps. “You feel so good. So perfect. I—I don’t think I can last long.”

I don’t care how long he lasts, only that he’s taking all of me, staking out his territory and claiming me as his own.

Quicker and faster, he pounds into me, each thrust making my breast pounce with him. I whimper when his tongue trails onto the crook of my neck, lightly suckling on my delicate skin to leave more in its wake.

“Ace,” I moan quietly as he continues to mark me, bringing so many new sensations. “Yes.”

Almost as if my words are what triggers him, his arms and shoulder ripple as he fists the pillows that are askew on the couch around us. His face is rocky with determination as he pounds hard into me, on a mission to make sweet love to me.

On a mission to make me lose my damn mind.

I moan, hoping it’s not too loud but unable to control a single part of me as he pumps into me. The initial pain at his bigness has given way to every good thing. I am writhing, whimpering, and panting as he thrusts into me, bringing me close to another orgasm. I manage to open my eyes to see his jaws clenched, his skin glistening with sweat.

“Ace,” I whisper, prying my eyes open and parting my dry lips. “I’m—”

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks, fingers finding their way into my hair and tugging at it. I marvel at how this man knew what my body wanted before I did.

I nod, completely wrecked. I just need his touch on me. That’s all I’ll ever need, I think.

As if he’s reading my mind, Ace crashes his lips onto mine. I become entirely undone, a rocket going off. My toes curl as he swallows my moan, working perfectly with me as he chokes out my name.

“Fuck, Mariah,” he grits out, moving in me just right. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I whisper. “Please, let’s come together.”

He pulls out until just the tip of his shaft is inside me, then thrusts into me again, fully sheathing his beautiful cock in my folds again and again. He moves at a furious pace that makes it seem impossible that the couch is still holding us, that we haven’t obliterated it with our love-making.

I whimper and clutch hold of his shoulders, holding on for dear life through this glorious assault of pleasure. I could lose myself in this sensation, but I force my eyes to open and stare into the brightest eyes I’ve ever seen.

He takes me so hard that I can’t even think of anything else but him — and I don’t want to.

I know my opening must be gripping him like a vise because his deep thrusts have turned staccato. His short, hard pumps take me ever closer to losing it.

Ace’s hands roam over my body before settling on my thighs. He raises my legs and hooks them around his waist tightly, making me hold onto him as he gives me more.

Then, he hits a spot that makes me fully lose it.

“There,” I gasp.

“Come with me, beautiful,” he grits out.

My body can do nothing but obey my man. I plummet off the edge of pure sensation as it gives way to climax. I ride the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, gifted to me by the beautiful man inside me. He groans at my tightness as my velvet walls try to milk him dry.

“Mariah, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you,” he pants as I writhe around him. I can feel my core pulsing as he continues to drive hard into me. When he thrusts one last time, the hardest push of all, I feel his member flexing within me before hot fluid flood my aching core. I claw at him as he collapses onto me, holding our bodies close to one another as I rock against him in my own sweet release.

It is, in a word, perfect.

So much in my life is anything but. This moment, though? Perfect, and I’m not afraid to declare it, even if it’s only to myself.

Ace kneads his strong fingers into the tender muscles of my back as we hold each other. Slowly, gently, he smooths my hair back. I melt against him and, miracle of miracles after all that I’ve been through lately, I feel safe enough to fall asleep in my mountain man’s arms.

Ace

Idon’t sleep a wink.

But that’s just fine by me because I don’t want to miss a minute of this: Mariah asleep in my arms, her little one snoozing in the makeshift bedroom, and me watching over our odd little family.

Family. It’s the first time I’ve ever been able to envision such a thing for my future, and it’s all because of the woman I just shared the best night of my life with.

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