Page 22 of Protected By The Mountain Man

Mia gasped out as I made contact with her clit, then soft, mewling sounds escaped her throat.

Good. I could feel her pussy starting to clamp tight around me, so I gave her everything I had, fucking her like a champ. Like a hero. Like a mountain warrior. That’s what I was. Not a fucking pirate. I was a mountain man, and she was my woman.

It wasn’t just our bodies joined together now, it was our spirits, too. Her fingers dragged across my back again, tearing it to shreds as I thrust, and I thrust, and I thrusted some more.

Then she was crying out, her hips no longer frantically moving, as she let me take her all the way to heaven and back. “That’s it, baby girl. Come for me. You can do it. Come for me.”

I was hanging by a thread by the time she recovered herself.

Breathlessly, she asked, “Can I show you how you made me feel?”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I was up for any adventure she wanted to bring my way, so I said, “Sure.”

She shifted, and I realized she wanted me to pull out, so I slipped off of her and waited to see what she had in mind. Did she want to be on top?

But Mia grinned and kissed her way south until she dragged her gorgeous lips across the tip of my cock.

Oh, shit.

She was going to suck me.

Mia licked my tip then took me in her mouth, sliding me down, down, down until all of me was in her mouth.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

That was all it took.

“Mia, don’t ever leave,” I groaned out as I came, my warm seed shooting down her throat.

She drank me down as my heart raced and I clutched the camp pad so hard it popped.

We both laughed as we hit the ground, no more softness holding us up from the rocky Arkansas earth. I owed her friends a replacement pad now.

My heart was going so fast it felt like it was staggering in my chest. That woman had bewitched me.

Slowly, she crawled back up until she was lying on top of me, grinning. Then she asked, “Can we do that again? I’m ready for seconds.”

Chapter 9

Mia

Neither of us slept for the rest of the night. We spent the time exploring each other. It felt like a gift to connect with another human so closely.

I’dneverfelt this way before.

The next morning after the storm passed, we packed up the camping gear in the car and boated to his place. My sunburn was crazy red, and I still didn’t have any pants.

Plus… I didn’t know what last night meant to West.

But I was happy to fall into the rhythm of letting this man direct events for us.

He was capable of moving mountains, I was sure of it. The plan was to boat to his place and call my friends. Then he’d grab his chainsaw and drive me back to the lake entrance, where he’d clear the tree out of the road to free the rental car.

Right now, though, that all felt like it was a million years in the future. Because I was standing there in awe on the dock, looking at his place.

The cabin itself was humble. A simple log cabin complete with chinking between the logs. It was the surrounding landscape that had my jaw dropped open. The cabin was nestled deep in the woods right there on the shore of the lake. West lived in vacation paradise.

“You get to live here? It’s like being on a completely different planet.”

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