Page 80 of Mountain Wood

Anger shoots boiling blood through my veins. “Well, that troll is living on borrowed time. If I ever catch someone disrespecting you like that in person, I’ll lose my mind, and they’ll lose their fucking teeth.”

“Aww.” She climbs into my lap and grins like I’m the biggest romantic ever. “You say the hottest things when you’re mad.”

“Hmph.” I’m not joking. Grace is too sweet and kind for people to be shitty to her.

“Negative comments come with the gig, Dean. I don’t let them get to me. I just laugh my way to the bank.”

To calm myself, I wrap my arms around her and grab her ass. She might roll off the nasty comments online, but she’s got a boatload of them circulating in her head, in her mother’s voice. How a mom can treat her daughter like Grace’s mother has treated her makes me murderous. At least my mom had the decency to dump me off on the front porch of someone who would take care of and love me, even if she didn’t. What Grace deals with is cruel and unusual punishment. I want to shield her from every negative thing out there and don’t know how.

“I’ve built my brand and my name on hyping others up and boosting their daily confidence whilelooking good doing it,” she says, unbothered. “You can do the same thing. Boost the confidence of men and give women pussy flutters.”

“Pussy flutters, huh?”

“Mm hmm.” She kisses the crook of my neck. “You’re extremely good at that, you know.”

My dick hardens as she sucks my earlobe next. “Watch it, Grace. You’re going to have me fucking you on this couch again if you’re not careful.”

“I was thinking the window this time.”

She’s got to be sore. We’ve been at it non-stop for days. But just like every time we touch, my body has a mind of its own, craving her in ways I’ve never fathomed. It’s like the more we kiss, the deeper my addiction gets. Last night she let me use a toy on her and I swear we both saw stars when she came. Watching this perfect creature come undone is incredible.

She pulls off her hoodie and my mouth latches onto her nipple. I suckle her while peeling her yoga pants down her round, pert ass. She stands up, kicks off her pants and braces herself against the back of my couch. And what do you know, her pussy is right where it belongs.

On my face.

I instantly shove my nose into her perfect cunt. Her scent is unreal. I could smother myself in it and die the happiest man on earth.

She moans my name when I lick her. Suddenly desperate to make her come in my mouth, I hook my arms around Grace’s thighs and shove her forward. Her delightful squeal deepens into a guttural groan when I start tongue-fucking her.

A lot of men love eating pussy, but my level of hunger for it is unmatched. “I could go down on you every fucking day.”

“Youdogo down on me every fucking day.”

I push two fingers inside her. “Can you blame me? You’re divine. So sweet.” I lick her again. “So soft.” I flick my tongue against her clit. “So perfect.”

She holds my head and rides my face. The couch tips back a little when she gets rougher. Grace might just split my lip this time with how hard she grinds on me. I’ll be thrilled if that’s the case. I want her to take what she needs from me, even if it’s brutal.

This woman speaks my language. For as fragile and delicate as she looks, she’s made of iron, not blown glass. Grace fucks like a goddamn demon. Consuming and possessing me with every writhe she makes.

“I’m close.”

Fingering her harder, I suck on her clit until my eyes roll with ecstasy when she detonates. The rush of her juices touches my tongue and I’m in heaven.

“Fuck me,” she begs, breathlessly.

Tipping her to the side, I lay her down on the couch and crawl between her legs. She rips my shirt open, breaking half the buttons. In a rush to get my dick, she fumbles at my jeans, growling as she yanks them past my hips.

“You’re a feral animal,” I tease.

She bites my neck in response.

This woman is perfect.

Kicking off my jeans, I press against her opening and collar her throat, making her look me in the eyes as I push into her. Her pupils blow wide. I bury myself in her until not an inch of me remains. She gasps,taking my length, and clutches my shoulders while she breathes through it.

“Such a good girl,” I coo in her ear. “You take me so well, baby.”

My girl melts under me. Her thighs, which had been wrapped tightly around my middle, now fall open with ease.

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