Page 17 of Made for the Mountain Man

He drives into me like a machine, winding me higher and higher. I'm on the edge as Brooks’ thrusts become erratic, and I know he's close.

"Come for me, Brooks. Fuck me, baby!" I beg.

He grunts, spilling his seed inside me as stars explode behind my eyes. The pleasure radiates throughout my body, reaching my toes as Brooks continues to pump into me, drawing out the throbbing release as long as possible.

Sweaty and satisfied, he remains inside me as we collapse and catch our breath. Buried inside me is his favorite way to sleep.

"You know you can't get me pregnant again, right?" I tease.

"You never know," Brooks mumbles, already drifting off.

Closing my eyes, I snuggle into my sexy mountain man soulmate, grateful for dating sites, meddling friends, and Milo's cookies.

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