Page 9 of Wild for the Mountain Man

My clit throbs and I moan, “I want that too.”

He throws me up and over his shoulder, slapping my ass. “Last warning.”

“I don’t need it. I just need you.”

He stomps back up on the porch and through the house until he is in the bedroom. He flips on the light and throws me on the bed, pointing a finger at me. “Undress. Now. Or that beautiful dress you’re wearing is going to be a pile of rags by the time I’m done with it.”

I undo the zipper under my arm and over my hip, then slip it down, lifting my hips to drop it to the floor, leaving me sitting on the bed in just a teal bra and panties and a pair of teal socks after I slip my worn cowboy boots off.

“Lord, you’re a sight,” he breathes. “So pretty and perfect and mine. All mine. Forever.”

I want to tell him that I understand that he doesn’t mean that but I don’t. I watch, leaning back on my elbows as he strips out of his clothes and they land on the floor around us, raining down like a scorned woman throwing them from a window.

Then he falls down across me and his big body drives me into the mattress. His scent is all around me, pine and citrus and man and I can’t take a deep breath without feeling it sink into my bones, into my soul. One hand holds him up and the other comes up to surround my jaw and he stares in my eyes. I shiver, his dark eyes molten with desire, raking my face and sliding down my body.

“I have waited for so long to touch you like this, angel. I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to last. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

Shaking my head, I run my fingertips across his broad shoulder and down his sculpted abs, one ladder at a time. He shudders and closes his eyes. “You could never disappoint me. Never,” I whisper under my breath. “I’ve wanted you too. So let’s stop wanting and start taking.” His eyes open and then his mouth comes down on mine, taking my soul apart and rebuilding it just for him. Only him. His lips break from mine and then he moves down lower.

His dark head comes down and his mouth closes around my nipple, licking, sucking and laving it until it’s a stiff peak and my whole body is writhing with need. “Don’t stop. Please.” My fingers tangle in the short lengths of his soft hair, jerking gently. He grins up at me.

“Oh, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name. Twice,” he grunts.

His head goes lower and I feel his warm breath on my thighs as he shoves them apart to shuffle himself between my legs. I groan when I feel his breath on my lower lips, warm and gentle and so damn perfect.

One quick lick and my whole body melts into a puddle in the bed. Then he dives in and growls, his mouth and teeth and tongue making a meal out of me until I’m moaning, twisting my fingers into his hair and driving my hips into his face.

But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps on going until spiraling pressure builds up and then explodes out of me, washing over me like a tsunami of lust.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

My throat burns from my screams but he doesn’t stop. Just keeps driving his tongue into my tunnel, making the most wet, lascivious sounds echo around the room and my cheeks flush.

But it doesn’t take more than mere seconds before I scream again,“Yes, Adam!”

As I shudder and shake through my climax, barely conscious of what’s happening, he sheathes his thick cock with a condom and slams so deep inside me that I see stars in an inky black sky.

6

ADAM

“You’re so damn tight and wet, angel. So perfect for me. I’m never letting you go again.”

“No, please. Don’t stop,” she whimpers. Her little nails dig into my shoulders and I thrust into her over and over again, each thrust shaking the bed and pushing us up further until her head is slammed into the headboard and I’m putting one hand up to cover it.

“I’m not ever stopping. You’re mine. I love you, angel.”

I know it’s the wrong time to say it and I should be horsewhipped for telling her right now but I can’t seem to stop myself.

“Fuck me, Adam. Fuck me hard.” My whole body goes rigid as she dirty talks to me, lighting me up even more than I thought I could be.

“I’ll do that and more, baby. That and more.” I growl and dig my hands into her hips, holding her steady and grinding into her until she screams again and I feel the sweet, tight, wet heat of her body pulsing around my cock and sending me thrashing over the edge and into pulsing, pleasure-filled oblivion. Where all that exists is the two of us.

Grunting, with one more hard thrust, I pour my heart and soul into her, my cock jerking over and over again, streams of my release filling the condom sheathing me.

I fall across her and wish to fuck I was painting her sweet, slick tunnel instead of the latex prison. I want more than anything to fill her with my seed and knock her up as soon as possible.

Breathing deep, I slide up the bed and plump a pillow behind me, settling her on my chest and then shift so that I can remove the condom, tie it and toss it beside the bed. Shifting my arms, I hold her close and pet her loose curls, loving the sweat-slicked, warm weight of her on my chest.

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