Page 11 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“Who made you believe you’re not beautiful?” he whispers.

“I don’t know. How can you tell?”

“From the way you slouch when I look at you in all of your naked splendor. Anya… I can’t let you think… Ah, fuck,” he groans and kisses me again.

This time, he is feral. Possessive. Determined to dismantle me, and I let him.

Before I can object, he lifts me out of the tub and carries me into the bedroom, his mouth making love to mine. Liquid heat gathers between my legs as he sets me on the bed and pins me against the mattress with his massive frame.

I whimper as our eyes lock on each other.

We’re past the point of no return, now, our bodies taking over as reason falls away.

I let it happen.

“So much for me to enjoy here,” Chance whispers in my ear, fondling my breasts as he trails wet kisses down the side of my neck.

“This is crazy,” I manage, though I won’t do a thing to stop it. Instead, my legs spread wider as he makes his way downward.

I want to take his shirt off, but he takes my hands and guides them to my puckered nipples. “Touch yourself, Anya. Love every inch,” he commands.

And I shyly obey.

He loves to watch, a smile curling his lips, but he doesn’t linger. Instead, he takes hold of my knees and lifts my legs so he can dive right in. “Oh, God,” I gasp as his tongue slides between my wet folds. My clit swells, a billion nerve endings coming alive at once.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” Chance says, then laps at my wet pussy, his tongue flicking until the pressure in my womb becomes unbearable.

My pulse races as I feel two fingers penetrating me. He thrusts them deep and locks his lips around my clit.

“Don’t stop!” I manage as he suckles the tender nub, harder and harder, while his fingers curl with every retreating motion. He finger-fucks me out of this world, and it seems to go on for a wonderful forever until I finally let go.

I come gushing, rippling outward like an exploding star.

“Oh, yes!” I cry out, shuddering and twitching as if lightning jolts straight through my body, dismantling and rebuilding me into a whole new woman.

“That’s it,” Chance whispers, drinking every drop of me and licking me clean.

It takes a while for me to come down from the heavens. I forgot all about my soreness and my bruises. I forgot about everything, even the few bits that had just started to come back.

Deep breath, I tell myself as I bask in a slow-melting afterglow.

Outside, the blizzard rages on, but inside… it’s warm and toasty. It smells of Chance and me having done the unthinkable.

My cheeks burn.

He comes up to kiss me softly on the lips. “You’re one hell of a woman, Anya. Whoever told you differently is going to have to answer to me. To us.”

“I don’t remember who told me what, though,” I whisper.

“It’ll come back on its own.” He drops another kiss on my lips. “Get under the covers. You’re tired.”

“I want to sleep,” I mumble, already drifting away.

His scent is intoxicating.

“You’ll find clothes on the chair when you’re ready. I’ll be right here, Anya.”

His voice soothes me. I wish I could keep my eyes open, but what Chance just did… Holy hell, it knocked me right out. I welcome the heavy slumber; I welcome this kind of simmering exhaustion. I welcome the tightness in my womb and the melting sensation that spreads through my muscles.

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