Page 25 of Mountain Wood

I am.

I don’t care. This man is going down on me like he’s got one shot in life, and this is it.

As bad as I want to watch, my arms, along with the rest of my body, turn into a puddle of mush as I lay flat on my back, lost in pleasure. He shoves his hands under my ass and lifts me up to feast more on me. He’s not even fingering me. Dean’s only using his mouth.

His glorious, skillful, fuckable mouth.

I grip the top of his head, threading his hair in my fingers and hold him against me, so I can grind myself against him a little harder.

The way he smells. The roughness of his touch. His goddamn beard.

That. Fucking. Tongue.

I break out in a sweat when he sucks harder on my clit. Head tipping, back arching, my shoulders dig into the table as I ride his face. He doesn’t let up or break rhythm and soon I’m seeing stars.

The noise that leaves my mouth doesn’t sound like me at all. Gripping his hair by the roots, I scream like a banshee. When my orgasm finishes running through me, I lay back, winded and dizzy.

Holy moly, I’ve never come so hard in my life.

Dean stays right between my legs and looks up at me, licking his lips. “You know the difference between the counter and the table, Grace?”

What? Why is he…. Geez, I can’t catch my breath. Why… is he… asking questions… right now? “Umm what’s the difference?”

“You finish what’s on the table.”

This motherfucker goes back for seconds.

Afterthirds, I can’t feel my face and my clit is basically trying to keep up with Dean’s tongue. Once I beg him to stop, he finally unhooks my legs from around his head and helps me stand. With a satisfied smirk and beard glistening, Dean pulls my pants up and sets me straight again. “How do you feel about beards now?”

“Ten stars. Highly recommend.”

He busts out laughing. “Only ten? I’ll have to put in my all, next time.”

“It was on a scale of one to five.” And what does he mean next time? “I don’t know if I’d survive a next time if there’s more to it than what you just did.”

“That was me using my manners, Grace.”

His gaze sails up and down my body, making me catch fire.

“Your manners, huh? What’s it take to get you to lose those and be a beast?” Grabbing him by the collar, I drag Dean down for another kiss and can smell my pussy on him. It’s so fucking hot.

Oscar barks out front, and a truck beeps its horn in three quick honks.

“Fuck.” Dean steps back and adjusts his hard dick in his pants.

That fast, our bubble pops. “New guests?”

“No. More work.” He kisses me quickly before grabbing his knife off the floor and tucking it in his back pocket. “I’m so sorry, but I—”

A truck door slams shut.

“Go.” I scoot away from him and fix myself. “It’s fine.”

“I can come back later.”

“No need.” The last thing I want is to be an obligation. “It’s really fine.”

Dean’s head drops and he mumbles something under his breath I can’t make out. His shoulders droop and eyes stay to the floor as he makes his way to the front door.

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