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“No, I need you,” she keened, scraping her nails across my scalp where I’d shorn my hair short.

“I’m not going anywhere, Precious,” I promised her, leaning in to flick my tongue across her glistening little hole. “Spread wide for me, so I can make you nice and ready, alright?”

She whimpered as I pressed my tongue to her entrance and fucked her quickly, raising her hips to meet my thrusts. I licked up her juices the moment she made more, loving her walls fluttering around my tongue. Her plump pussy lips were sensitive, too. I took my time, memorizing what made her moan, working my way up to her clit.

The moment I sucked the little nub into my mouth, I pushed one thick finger inside her, and she fucking detonated on me, slow and endless. Her hips rocked as she fucked herself on my hand, everything inside her tightening like she couldn’t stop. I added another finger, pumping hard until she bowed backward, lifting her hips off the counter. I pushed a hand to her hips, pressing her back down and worked her until she screamed my name.

Then I hit repeat, sucking on her clit until she writhed for me, and added my finger to her weeping pussy again. Her hands fluttered at my shoulders, but I refused to stop until her body softened under the onslaught of pleasure, the highness in her pussy easing a little as she came on my tongue and hand again and again.

Then I lifted her hips as I pushed up from my knees and stepped between them, lining myself up with her tender flesh. “You tell me if I’m hurting you, Precious,” I whispered.

Her lips found mine as she licked her juices from my mouth, and I swore I nearly came on the spot. “Break me, Walker.”

I kissed her hard, slamming my mouth over hers and thrust my tongue roughly between her lips even as I slid my cock slowly into her tight, welcoming pussy. Although I’d spent time preparing her, her pussy was a snug fit. She whined, shifting as I held her close, impaling her on my length. Her body flexed and tightened as she came again without help this time and I plunged all the way inside her still fluttering pussy. Her soakedwalls aided my intrusion as she gasped and choked against my shoulder.

“Breathe, Faith,” I instructed, cupping my hand behind her head. She still wore the damn bra. I fumbled the clip, wishing I could rip it off her but she barely had any clothes left as it was. I managed to unclip the lacy thing and pulled it free of her body, pressing her bare skin to mine. “Better,” I murmured, stroking her back. “Yeah?”

“So much better.” She sighed her pleasure in the circle of my arms, rocking her hips as I moved slowly within her.

I leaned back, checking her face for winces, but she never showed one fragment of pain.

“You take all of me so fucking well, Faith.” My voice strained as I looked between us.

Her pussy swallowed all of me, over and over as I pushed inside her tight body, gripping her hips and plunging deeper every time. Her juices squirted around us, coating her thighs and my jeans, dripping over my balls, but I didn't care.

Luminous, color change eyes lifted to meet mine. “I’ll clean you up with my tongue later,” she whispered, leaning up to lick my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.

I snarled and smashed our mouths together, gripping her hips tight as I swore she’d designed and fucked her hard. Three thrusts was all it took and she was trembling in my hands as she came again, clenching down on my cock and soaking up both.

“Fuck, Presh—” I groaned, my balls drawing up tight. “You feel too good?—”

Too late I remembered I wasn’t wearing protection. My seed branded her walls, deep inside her as my orgasm ripped through me, so good it was almost painful. My roar echoed off the mountainside and the finally abating rain as I held Faith in my arms, enjoying the way she trembled for me way too fucking much.

And tried to plan how I could keep her with me for a few more days before I had to take her back to civilization and all the things I never wanted to deal with ever again.

Right now, I had a beautiful woman in my arms who orgasmed on demand, and we had only just started. Surely a few extra days wouldn’t hurt anyone.

CHAPTER SEVEN

FAITH

I knew Walker lied about the mountain not being passable for the next three days as he kept me in his house and fucked me every waking hour. I knew, and I didn’t object to a single minute of it. We had just found each other, and my mini-mountain God wasn’t the sort of man I was inclined to argue with.

Not that I was scared of him. Sure, Walker Roan could be terrifyingly intimidating if he so chose, but he rarely showed that side to me—so far. What I wanted was to fall asleep in his arms, wake up before him and show my mountain man just what having a woman in his life might add to his solitary existence.

This morning’s session involved cockwarming. Which was a personal kink at the top of my list. I had no idea if he’d be into it, but I woke him with his cock in my mouth, simply keeping him warm as he stretched and stroked my hair and shoulders.

“Fuck, that feels good, Precious,” he murmured, winding my hair around his fist and guiding my head gently.

I shook my head, and leaned my cheek against his stomach, keeping still.

He stopped, considered, and let me do my thing, leaning back. Slowly, his cock hardened in my mouth. I licked and suckled gently to prevent from drooling on occasion, and he sighed, resting back, his legs supporting me as I held him in my mouth.

“Good girl.” Walker stroked my cheek gently with his knuckles.

I moaned. Hell, I almost came when he uttered those two golden worlds. His hand dropped to my breast where he played idly with my nipple, and I started to realize the position I’d put myself in as my arousal level peaked. I twisted but he refused to stop and so I sucked him gently, needing to ease the growing ache between my legs as he toyed with my nipples, milking me one at a time. The long moan he drew from my lips when he tapped my head, reminding me of my silent vow to be still, nearly floored me.

I protested, but he laughed and when he pushed deep into my throat, one hand pressed firm to the back of my head, I was trapped.

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