Page 12 of Cursed Mountain Man

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, and thirty, I counted off in my head. I stopped abruptly at thirty and saw him suck in a breath in response. He wanted me to keep going, and I certainly could—he wouldn’t object. But this was the game.

I released him and returned my attention to the table. He stood there for a long moment, just watching me. Then he returned to his seat.

“Let’s play fast,” he said. “I’m ready to slide inside that beautiful pussy.”

Just those words took my arousal to the next level. He knew exactly what to say to get me going. Although anytime I was around him, it wasn’t all that hard. Just looking at him had me thinking about ripping his clothes off and climbing on top of him.

“Maybe it wasn’t the sage that scared off the evil energy,” he said. “The energy didn’t want to stick around and see all the stuff that’s been happening around here since we met.”

I smiled. Yeah, I could definitely see that. But I had a feeling having me around had changed the energy.

He laid down his cards. “Fold.”

I looked at the three cards I’d just flipped over. “You’re folding already?”

He shrugged. With a sigh, I set my cards on the table.

“What did you have?” he asked.

“I don’t have to show my cards. You taught me that.”

He smiled. “You’re going to end up becoming a champion poker player. I can tell.”

I shook my head. “This is as far as I want to go with this game.”

“So, what do you want?” he asked.

I scooted my chair back and turned it, feeling awkward as I did so. I was naked, after all.

“I want you to get over here and lick me,” I said.

Even before he squeezed his eyes closed and moaned, I knew exactly what those words did to him. He liked it when I talked like that. Correction—helovedit when I talked like that.

This time, when he stood, his chair scraped noisily against the floor. The sound bounced off the walls. His eyes spoke of urgency. He was desperate to get to me. I had a feeling we’d just played the last hand.

He knelt between my legs, just like that first night. Only now, he knew my body intimately. He could get me to orgasm in seconds—and he probably would tonight.

His hand wrapped around his cock as his tongue touched down on my clit. He cast his gaze up at me, watching me watching him. That turned me on as much as what he was doing.

Finally, though, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I threw my head back, as I always did when I began that slow, steady ascent toward climax.

Sure enough, within seconds, he had me calling out his name, gripping the back of the chair with my right hand and the edge of the seat with my left. Only after I lowered my head to look at him did he stop, knowing I was fully satisfied.

Maybe not fully. We hadn’t made love yet.

As he stood, he grabbed my waist and lifted me from the chair, setting me on the table like I weighed no more than a bag of flour. He had his hand around his erection again and pumped it several times before guiding it to my entrance. But he didn’t enter right away. Instead, he ducked his head and ran his tongue over each of my nipples, like it was something he’d been craving since I first removed my bra.

I didn’t mind. He could do that all day and night if he wanted. I’d never had any idea my nipples were so sensitive. He taught me that. He taught me so much about my own body. It was hard to believe I’d gone this long without knowing how good I could feel.

Finally, he lifted his head and slid deep inside me, immediately moving his thumb to my clit. The combination of his touch and his big cock sliding in and out of me sent my already intense arousal soaring.

I kept my eyes on my man as he thrust in and out of me. His gaze strayed over my breasts and stomach before closing his eyes. I knew he had to do that to avoid coming—and that turned me on even more.

Josiah found me irresistible. That realization would never get old.

It didn’t take long before I was heating up again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, remembering how I’d done that our first time. Then I closed my eyes and focused on the image of him—eyes closed, jaw clenched—as he held back while he thrust in and out faster and faster.

A sound slipped from my mouth—a sigh combined with a moan—as my second orgasm of the night raced through my body. It was amazing how quickly he’d opened me up. He barely had to touch me and I was heading toward orgasm.

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