Page 197 of Mountain Boss

I shift, trying to widen my thighs.

I’m pinned.

His thighs trapping my thighs.

His weight above me.

“Fuck.” His fingers find my slickness. “I don’t want to hurt you again.” The tip of his finger presses inside me. “But you feel ready.”

His hand pulls away. Then I hear him spit.

Followed by another groan.

The tip of his dick is bumping against my entrance, and I just know he’s stroking himself.

I turn my face into the mattress and moan.

I don’t even try to look back to see him because the mental visual of him spitting into his hand is enough to have my body reacting.

If his fingers were still between my legs, he’d feel me getting wetter.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Kern.” The blunt tip pushes into me. “If it’s too much, tell me.”

I tilt my hips, taking him deeper.

We both groan.

He pulls his hand away from his cock and rolls his hips as he flattens his body over mine.

He sinks in slowly.

But he doesn’t stop.

Just keeps pushing.

Sinking deeper.

My fingers curl, gripping the sheets.

Then my hands are caught again, Sterling’s strong grip pulling my arms straight.

With his other palm, he grips just above my hip. Grips and pushes me down into the mattress.

He lets out a sound that almost seems painful as he presses his hips all the way against me.

He’s as deep as he can get.

And I’m trapped.

Hands held hostage.

Body pinned with his.

It’s hard to breathe.

I can’t move.

And I feel like I’m stuffed so full I might burst.

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