Page 21 of Forever with the Mountain Man

To my shock, he drops forward on his knees in front of me, grabbing my right leg and hoisting it over his shoulder. His leftarm holds my standing leg tightly as he splays my pussy lips open with his forefinger and thumb, swirling my clit with his hot, velvety tongue. His stroke is demanding, and I hang onto him for dear life and balance as he laps my juices, twisting his tongue around my pearl until I see stars.

“Fuck,” he growls like a man possessed. “I need more. I need so much fucking more of you.” He looks up at me with feral eyes, commanding, “Lie down on the couch.”

My legs shake, and the tension in my pussy ratchets to the extreme as I make my way to the couch—no reason left in my mind. All I can think about is the pounding between my legs and the many ways he can tame it.

I recline back on the couch, and he shoulders enthusiastically between my legs, pulling my thighs urgently apart so that a calf rests on each of his shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Felicity,” he says in deep tones, stroking my large hips and ample ass before pulling me to the edge of the couch. “And worth every moment of the painful wait.”

With another deep-chested growl, he buries his head between my legs again, eating me out with double the fury. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it teasingly with his teeth as his fingers slide into my pussy, making me rear my head back, gasping for air. “So juicy and wet,” he observes, pulling out his pointer finger and licking it slowly clean as I shake with yearning. “And all for me.”

“Yes,” I manage, stuck somewhere between begging and sobbing.

“Is this what you want?” He asks darkly. “If not, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“We should’ve started this in the backyard while I was hosing you off,” I confess.

He chuckles. “Plenty of time for backyard antics. Now, I want to make you come, screaming my name and clawing the shit out of my back as you ride my hand and face.”

“I can do that,” I pant.

“Good,” he sighs, dipping his head towards my pearl. He circles and teases me as I soar higher and higher, climbing the precipice to bliss. Sinking his finger back into me, he adds a second, filling me to perfection and leading me closer to orgasm. His pointer finger finds my G-spot, stroking it expertly until naughty, wet sounds and the smell of my arousal fill the air.

“You’re going to come for me, and you’re going to come hard. Understand?” The dark-haired mountain man orders in sexy, confident tones.

I soar towards ecstasy, drawn by every stroke of his finger and every swipe of his tongue until I topple over the precipice of need. Curling my body around him, I dig my nails into his rock-hard back, screaming his name.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says as silence takes back the room. “You squirted, Firefly. That was fucking beautiful.”

I cover my mouth with my hand. “I did?” I’ve never done that in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible. “I’m sorry if I’ve made a mess of your couch.”

“Don’t apologize for that, Felicity. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You have me so damn addicted to you right now. Can we call you my mail-order bride and be done with it?”

My eyes round as I peek between my legs at the rugged shepherd.

“What?” he says with a big smile. “I’ve been telling you for two months how much I want you. And part of wanting you is sharing you with no one. He removes my legs one at a time from his shoulders before standing and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

Without hesitation, he takes off his pants and underwear, giving me a gorgeous eyeful of his enormous cock, surrounded by a masculine outcropping of black hair with two large balls dangling. I want to suck them in my mouth and swirl them around as his face dissolves with the kind of ecstasy he just gifted me. As he removes his shirt, I reverse the move he used on me a moment ago, falling onto my knees in front of him.

Pulling the shirt free from his head, he looks down, his eyes large as he takes in my mischievous smile. “This is a game two can play, you know,” I say seductively, licking my lips as I grip the backs of his thighs and swipe the smooth head of his cock for the first time.

“Oh, God,” he sighs deep in his chest as my tongue licks over his head again and again, and I watch him unravel in front of me. Dipping my head lower, I suck his balls one at a time in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and savoring his fast-paced breathing and moans.

He pants, “I’m clean, and I have condoms. But do you want a fucking confession?”

I stop, staring up at him, mischief on my mind. “My guess is you’d confess anything right now.”

“What I really want to do is take you raw and fill you with my seed. I want to bury our first kid in your belly. That’s what I really want.”

I eye him, alarmed by how much his words turn me on. I’ve always been a career-oriented girl. But the undeniable truth is my pussy’s dripping for that fantasy. Nothing sounds better than his cock buried balls-deep, flooding me with his cum.

“I’m clean, too,” I manage, although sexual tension plays with my voice until it wavers. “And I’m on birth control. So, we’ll have to save your confession for later. But no need for condoms now.”

“No need for condoms?” He repeats roughly, and I nod. I swirl my tongue around his smooth, hard cock, licking and savoring its shower-clean flavor. As I take the tip into my mouth, he cries out something in Basque that sounds sexy as hell. “We’re going to have to get married right away, Firefly. Because I can’t confess all of this to Father Francisco.”

My heart feels heavy in my chest.Married right away?Not when he finds out about the article and why I’m here. Although, honestly, I diverted from the path of a newsworthy reporter about the time I dropped the towel. So, maybe a career change is in order.

I take him deeper now, feeling his muscles tighten as he tries to hold back. I suck his rod into my mouth, licking and sliding over him as I relax my throat, sending his head past my tonsils. He cries out again, something guttural and beastly. As I tease and take him deep, twirling my tongue around his rod, I gently cup his balls, running my fingertips over the soft hair covering them until I feel them pull up tight against his body. “I’m about to come,” he warns, his thighs tensing. “You don’t have to swallow if?—”

“I want to,” I say, looking up.

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