Page 26 of Mountain Protector

“More,” she whispers, lifting her hips slightly.

I push deeper, gritting my teeth against the almost painful pleasure of her body gripping mine. She’s so fucking tight, so perfect around me that it takes every ounce of control not to thrust all the way in.

“You feel incredible,” I murmur, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “So tight. So perfect.”

A small whimper escapes her as I sink deeper. I freeze immediately.

“Too much?”

She shakes her head, her eyes dark with desire. “No. Don’t stop.”

I continue my slow advance until I’m fully seated inside her, our bodies completely joined. The sensation is overwhelming—not just physically, but something deeper, more profound than I’ve ever experienced.

“You’re mine now,” I whisper against her ear. “Do you understand? Mine.”

She shivers beneath me, her inner walls clenching around me in response. “Yes,” she breathes, the single word igniting something fierce in my chest.

I begin to move, setting a rhythm that’s gentle at first, watching her face as pleasure replaces any trace of discomfort. Her body opens for me, accepting me deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it,” I encourage as she begins to move with me, her hips rising to meet mine. “Take what you need.”

Her inexperience is evident in the way she moves—slightly hesitant, learning as she goes—but there’s nothing hesitant about the sounds she makes or the way her body responds to mine. She was made for this.

Made for me.

I shift my angle slightly, hitting a spot that makes her gasp and arch beneath me. “There?” I ask, though I already know the answer from the way her nails dig into my back.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed. “Right there.”

I maintain the angle, driving into her with more force now that I know she can take it. The sight of her beneath me—flushed, panting, completely surrendered to the pleasure I’m giving her—is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“Open your eyes,” I command, needing to see her. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

Her eyes snap open, locking with mine. The connection is electric, intimate in a way that goes beyond our joined bodies. I can see everything in her eyes. Her pleasure, her surrender, her trust.

“You’re close,” I observe, feeling the telltale fluttering of her inner walls. “I can feel it. Your body’s trying to pull me deeper.”

She nods, biting her lower lip as her breathing quickens.

“Don’t hold back,” I tell her, increasing my pace. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

My words seem to push her closer to the edge. Her movements become more frantic, less coordinated as she chases her release.

“Clay,” she gasps, her voice breaking on my name. “I’m going to?—“

“Yes,” I growl, driving into her harder. “Come for me, Ruby. Now.”

She shatters beneath me, her body clenching around mine in rhythmic pulses as she cries out.

The sight of her coming undone, combined with the exquisite grip of her body, triggers my own release. I thrust deep one final time, groaning as pleasure tears through me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.

For several moments, we remain locked together, both of us panting as the aftershocks ripple through our joined bodies. I’m careful not to crush her with my weight, but I can’t bring myself to pull away just yet. The connection between us feels too precious, too perfect to break.

Finally, I ease out of her, both of us gasping at the sensation. I dispose of the condom and return to find her watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, her body gloriously naked and flushed with satisfaction.

“Stay here,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

She makes a small sound of protest as I disentangle myself, but I need to take care of her. The urge to tend to her, to make sure she’s comfortable, is almost as powerful as the desire that consumed me minutes ago.

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