Page 7 of Seduction in the Mountains

"Miranda," he says my name reverently before his tongue tangles with mine again.

The throbbing between my legs grows stronger. I reach for his shirt, whimpering at the solid washboard he calls a stomach. I lean down to lick my way up his abs onto his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple as I pull his shirt up.

He pulls it off the rest of the way one-handed, and I moan as he kisses me again, pulling me against his bare, chiseled chest. Deft fingers unclasp my bra. His hot mouth and tongue run down the side of my neck and throat, and my breathing is heavy as I push him back slightly.

"The windows. We can't do this here."

He pulls me toward him and spins me against the counter, closer to the kitchen. Kissing up my neck, he pinches my nipples before soothing them with gentle brushes of his thumbs. "Maybe I want people to see. See that you aremine."

He runs his hands up my thigh, lifting the bottom of my skirt as he hooks a finger in my panties to torture me. My eyes roll back in my head as his finger brushes once, twice, right where I want him to touch me.

I pull him closer. "I need you to fuck me."

"I should make you beg me for the torture you put me through. Eight. Years. Of. Torture." He kisses my neck, punctuating each word with a nip to the sensitive skin.

Oh, sir.If he thinks begging is a punishment, he's dead fucking wrong.

"Please, please, please, fuck me. Fuck me so hard. I deserve it. I'm so fucking bad." I plead like a wanton pro and can't help but grin at his startled reaction.

His body is positioned between mine and the windows, and I snake my hand down the front of his pants and grip the flashlight prodding my stomach for the past few minutes.

"Oh fuck," he groans as I use my thumb to slick the precum over the head of his cock.

I lower his zipper and pump him once, twice, feeling him swell in my hand. Lowering his pants, I drop to my knees and pull out his cock. Like a velvet-covered steel rod, the red glistening tip makes my mouth water.

Licking up the side, I follow the thick vein that tells me the blood is flowing right where I need it. I suck the entire head of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him in, but not quite as far as I can go yet.

He braces himself on the counter with one hand, the other tangling into my hair as he caresses the back of my head. Glancing at the windows, he shifts a bit to hide me completely, and I reward him for the courtesy by bobbing on his cock. Giving him some suction as he moans, I stroke up with my hand, following my mouth with each pump.

As I get a rhythm going, he pulls on my hair. I moan, humming with satisfaction as he groans and begins moving my head where he wants it, thrusting into my mouth slightly like he's holding back. I relax the back of my throat and take him even farther, gazing up at him as he locks eyes with me and curses from the pleasure.

While he's trying desperately not to thrust too hard into my mouth, I reach between my legs. My eyes squeeze shut with pleasure as I brush my clit, rubbing my pinky finger through my wet folds until it's dripping.

I run my hand up his tight, perfect ass before circling the rim of his back entrance with my pinky, barely breaching him.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" he yells, exploding down my throat.

I swallow, relishing the salty taste of him coating my tongue.

He's panting when I pull back to look at him, and he rolls his eyes. "Well, that was embarrassingly fast. I see you remember the finger thing."

I chuckle as he repositions his underwear and hauls me up his body. "You goddamn siren."

Cole walks me backward into the kitchen, still carefully keeping me hidden from the windows. The heat in his eyes promises to give me exactly what I need. I bite my lip, hoping he can follow through.

He stops in front of the big metal prep table in the middle of the kitchen. His strong hand slides up the outside of my thigh and around, where he grips one cheek hard before he pulls my panties down. I whimper with anticipation.

"Good thing I have excellent recovery time."

Chapter 4

Cole

GrabbingMiranda'ships,Ilift her onto the empty prep table in the middle of the kitchen. Her shirt and unhooked bra come off in one quick move.

"Damn it, I'll have to re-sanitize everything again," Miranda pants as I push her back on the table. She lifts her hips slightly, throwing her skirt to the side.

"I'll help," I say, pocketing her underwear.Mine.

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