Page 75 of Mitchell's Untamed Mate

I love you, Mitchell.

His lips parted on a silent hiss and he finally understood that the overwhelming emotion he experienced whenever he thought of Tracy or saw her was love.Like a torrential downpour, memories swept through his mind, spanning from the moment he laid eyes on her in the forest to the early morning hours of their lovemaking.She possessed an ethereal beauty that seemed to radiate from within, captivating everyone around her.

“Mitchell?Are you alright?I didn’t mean to upset you,” Mallory said.

He shook his head and glanced down at Mallory.“You didn’t upset me.Let’s go rescue Tracy.I know she must be as exhausted as I am.”

He smiled at the memories and leaned forward to rub his chin against Tracy’s hair.He loved this quiet moment before the world woke up.She stirred in his arms.Her hands slid up his arms to the back of his hands and she pressed them against her breasts.

“I love it when you hold me,” she murmured, wiggling her backside against him.

He groaned and buried his face in her hair.“You are going to get us in trouble.”

She giggled.“We’re in the tent.No one can see anything.”

“No, but they can hear us.You aren’t a quiet lover,” he reminded her.

She partially rolled so she could see his face.“I’ll smother it.”

“Protection?”he asked.

He swore she must have been planning this in her sleep when she grinned and held up a condom.Her eyes sparkled with a silent challenge.He bent and kissed her neck before plucking the condom out of her hand.

“You are a dangerous woman, Tracy Bearclaw,” he murmured against her neck.

“You have no idea, Mitchell,” she replied, sliding her hand down to the bulge in the front of his thin thermals.

“Get your clothes off,” he growled.

She smothered a giggle and wiggled out of her panties.It only took a second for him to roll the condom over the tip of his cock.She pushed back against him with impatience.

He wished he could mimic Tracy.She had pressed her face against the soft polyester material in an effort to smother her moan of pleasure.All he could do was grit his teeth as her sweet softness slowly wrapped around his shaft.

Her heat surrounded him.His fingers dug into her hips when she bowed her back and pushed against him.He rolled far enough to position himself between her legs.With one hand wrapped around her waist, he used his leg muscles to adjust their position so that he was crouched over her back.

“Oh, sweet Goddess,” she hissed, lowering her upper body.

This position gave him the ability not only to drive into her from behind, but cup her swaying breasts or grip her hips with both hands.His hands slid over the curves of her buttocks and he leaned back as far as he could to watch his cock slid in and out of her.

“You have no idea how beautiful this looks,” he whispered.

She smothered a low growl in the quilt before lifting her head and shaking it.

“You are trying to drive me crazy,” she panted.

“I’ve dreamed of having you like this, sliding my cock in and out of your pussy, seeing how much you can take,” he muttered, thrusting forward.

“Yes.”

“You like this, don’t you?You like it when I take you like this.”

“Yes.It feels so good,” she moaned, moving in rhythm with him.

Sweat beaded on Mitchell’s brow.He had never talked dirty like this.Hell, there had been no one to talk dirty to.The erotic view of his cock sliding in and out of Tracy mixed with their heavy pants as the tension inside them built.Visions of her breasts swaying, the nipples taut with need and begging for him to suckle or pinch had him leaning to slide his hand under her shirt.

He caught her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and pinched it.Her muffled scream and the flow of hot liquid around his cock told him she enjoyed the touch of pain.He slid his right hand up to catch her other breast.

Balancing most of his weight on his knees, he squeezed as he drove into her.She jerked her head up and her hands curled into the soft fabric of the quilt.He pushed as deep as he could go, shuddering when her body clung to him.

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