Page 26 of Running to the Mountain Man

Suddenly, my mind goes to another planet because the tickle between my legs is unreal.

Barrett has me spread just a little. Barely an inch— but he’s … in there. His beard and mustache rub against my thighs, and I can even feel parts of him touching me all over my back side. But the tongue—oh god, that tongue—is doing the Lord’s work.

Electricity pulses through me in waves as he laps at me from behind. It’s warm and wet and ridiculously soft. And so, so good. That tight coil of need is getting close to snapping again, putting thoughts into my head. Thoughts about what I need to do while he licks, sucks, and owns me with his tongue.

I reach down between my thighs and find my clit. It aches once again, just the way it did up until the moment he wrecked meon the recliner. It is so strange for such a small thing to own my pleasure entirely. I rub it and rub it as Barrett’s mouth claims me. He devours me like a five-dollar rotisserie chicken.

I break wide open as my orgasm hits me unexpectedly. I scream, but it comes out as more of a raspy, throaty sound. I don’t recognize myself.

“Barrett! Oh my god, it’s happening again!”

He growls on my pussy, sending such intense shock waves through me that my release intensifies.

By the time I finish, with his tongue inside me and one finger in my ass, I’m silently sobbing for joy into the pillow.

“You’re ready, pretty girl.”

I’m still twitching when Barrett positions one of his legs between mine and opens me up, just barely another inch.

I hear shuffling at the foot of the bed, then the sweatpants hit the floor with unnecessary force.

Oh, this is going to be something.

The feel of him covering me from behind feels like home, with his lips against my neck whispering, “Pretty girl…good girl…you taste so fucking good.”

The tip of his cock slips into me, inch by slow inch.

My body sings when he gets into position, pinning me down, his arms covering my arms.

Barrett’s ten fingers knot through mine. My heart cracks wide open.

He holds on to me just like that while he slides in.

It is a fastening that no one can untie.

Chapter Twelve

Barrett

I may not be able to look Goldie in the eye, but everything else between us connects on the deepest level.

With our hands joined together, I slide in deep, listening to her gasp, feeling her tight muscles mold around me.

“You feel so fucking good, princess. So fucking tight.”

Deeper and deeper, she takes me. The tightness of this position threatens to wreck me in minutes, but I’m determined to keep going. To make her feel as good as she possibly can. It’s what she deserves.

I pump in slowly and thoroughly, covering her neck and shoulder with kisses, filling her head with all the good things she deserves.

“Tell me if I’m too heavy.”

She wriggles under me, driving me so crazy I’m almost nutting too soon. “I love it. I love your hard body on top of me. It feels good. Don’t get up. Please, I’m fine.”

Being with Goldie is like being in another dimension, where only pleasure exists. No thoughts. No logic. No control.

She writhes and wiggles. Her sexy moans make me crazy hard. Her tightness might kill me.

I nut into her with a roar, hitting her spot at the same time, and we come together.

---