Page 40 of Mountain Wood

“Dean, respectfully, shut the fuck up and eat my pussy before I lose my goddamn mind.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Chuckling against her core, I part her lips and drag my tongue along her sweet flesh.

A guttural groan vibrates out of her.

With Grace braced against the small vanity, I hold her steady and feast on her. Her pussy has teased me all day, with the scent of it still clinging to my beard, and my dick has been desperate for a taste. Licking her cunt eases the sexual torture I’ve endured for hours, while simultaneously sending a surge of hot blood straight to my cock.

I slowly work one finger inside her. Then I add a second digit. She grinds herself against me, while I give her clit all the attention it deserves, too. I love how her breaths saw out of her in rasps. Curling my fingers, I hit her sweet spot while simultaneously sucking on her clit. Her inner walls clamp down on me and her thighs shake.

“I’m close,” Grace whimpers.

With that, I back off entirely.

“Wait. No!” She looks positively murderous. “Come back!”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Rising to my feet, I kiss her hard before quickly turning to the shower and turning it on. Then I go back to giving Grace my undivided attention. While the water heats up, I kiss her neck, nipping her sweet skin while my hands roam all over her soft body.

“You feel so good,” she purrs, holding me close and wrapping her legs around me.

“So do you.”

I carry Grace into the shower and press her against the tiled wall. The slickness between her legs slides along my hard dick. I grind against her, and the friction must hit her clit because she groans over and over, the faster I go. Steam billows around us. My lungs fill with her scent. Her pussy, her perfume, her shampoo.

“I want to fuck you,” I growl against her ear.

She tightens her thighs around me. “Yes, please.”

We don’t have a condom. My dick slides against her again, and I’m so tempted to push inside her just once… just to see how good she feels… but there’s no way I will do that without permission.

“I’m not protected,” I remind her.

“I’m on birth control.”

“But what about—”

“I’m clean,” she says. “Are… are you?”

The last time I was tested was two years ago, and I was fine. I haven’t been with anyone since. “Yeah.”

I still have the results if she wants to see them.

“Get inside me,” she begs.

Water cascades down my back while I hold her in place. “You sure about this?”

“Dean!” she roars with frustration.

I kiss her again, shutting her up. Then I press the crown of my dick against her pussy and start pushing my way in a little at a time. Each inch I sink into her body feels like I’m digging myself into a hole I’ll never climb out of.

Her pussy is so fucking tight, it robs me of breath.

“Holy hell,” she groans, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her breath hitches. “You’rebig.”

I should have primed her better to take me. I thought I had but… “Does it hurt?”

“In the best of ways.” She grips me tighter. “Fuck me hard.”

God. Damn. “Yes, ma’am.”

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