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“Yeah.”

“Mmm. Good.” The man was still half asleep. I could tell.

Then he groaned and said, “I haven’t slept that well in years. You’re like a sleeping charm, Mia.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah.” He wrapped both arms around me and dropped his mouth down to my hair. “You feelgooood.”

I laughed at that. “Do I?”

The man was so hard I now understood why people called it morning wood. He was like the stoutest oak tree, firm and strong, pressed up against my thigh.

“Was that too forward of me?” he rumbled.

“No.” I took a leap of faith. “Maybe it wasn’t forward enough.”

It was his turn to laugh now, a slow, sexy chuckle. “Really? Because I can be forward.” He pulsed his hips against me. “Is that forward enough?”

“No, you’re going to have to be alotmore forward before I’m satisfied.”

He rumbled, “Does pretty Mia need an orgasm?”

“There we go. That was forward enough. As a matter of fact, I sure would like one. Do you feel like dispensing one to me, big guy?”

West laughed. “This is the best way to wake up from a dead sleep. I’ll give you an orgasm, but I demand a repeat. This can’t be a one-night stand. I demand a two-night stand at a minimum.”

“Oh, West. We’re far past that. Last night, you practically proposed marriage to me.”

“Mm. Well, I better kiss your pussy before we get married, so I can see what I’m buying.”

My man was moving things in the right direction. He shifted lower.

“Mia, are you sure you want this?” he asked as he tugged my t-shirt higher and slid down between my legs.

Little did he know he was rocking my year. This would be the highlight of twenty-twenty-five for me. I could just see myself retelling the story to my friends a thousand times, ‘And then I found myself getting fucked by a mountain man. Everyone should go on vacation to the Ozarks!’

“Yeah. I’m more certain of this than any other decision I’ve made in the last twelve months. Please, get down there and do whatever it is you’re planning to do.”

Chapter 8

West

I parted her thick thighs and nuzzled my mouth against her slit, licking it open with my tongue, until her sweet, sweet juices were in my mouth.

If she thought I was moving too fast, she didn’t tell me. Instead, she moaned again and shifted her hips against my mouth.

This woman was on fire for me.

I kissed her until she bucked her hips against my lips, crying out with tiny needful moans. Meanwhile, I ground my cock against the camp pad beneath me, needing friction now. No more waiting.

She was so wet, she was making me crazy, and I lapped her up greedily.

It wasn’t until the sounds of her cries changed, turning louder, that I clamped my mouth around her clit and sucked. I sucked hard, knowing it would drive her over the edge.

And sure enough, it was like kissing the magic button, because not a minute later, she was bucking her hips against me andcrying out to the heavens. She was almost as loud as the thunder in the sky above us.

After she came, she lay there panting, like she’d just run a marathon instead of lying flat on her back like a good girl. I quickly tugged my shorts down, then worked my way up her curves until my cock pressed against her entrance.

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