Page 98 of Mountain Wood

Holding back a laugh, I sit tight and let him get out and open the door for me. With his gaze on mine, he ushers me inside the house.

Oscar isn’t there to greet us.

The cabin is dead quiet...

And lit up with candles that lead all the way to a gorgeous set up in the living room. I’m talking the works: fairy lights hanging off the mantel and blankets and pillows piled in front of the crackling fire.

Dean comes up behind me like a shadow and peels off my coat. Kissing my neck, he sends lust straight to my pussy while running his hands all over my body.

“How did you do all this?” I whisper with my heart in my throat.

He turns me around to face him and kisses me again.

Did I catch on fire? I’m burning up.

In silence, he undresses me in the firelight. I’ve never felt so adored in my life. He’s gentle about it. Slow. As if savoring every second, he slowly bares me.

I’m not so refined. In fact, the instant he gives me a chance to, I’m yanking his clothes off him like a maniac.

“Easy,” he laughs.

At least his boots are already off. I don’t even know when he did that, but it makes tearing his jeans down so much easier. On my knees, I stare up at him,blown away by how big and strong he is. The planes of his muscles. The tendons in his neck. The heady gaze in his dark cognac eyes. The dusting of hair across his chest makes my hands ache to touch him. His ink makes my mouth water. His beard. His big hands. Massive dick. Thick thighs.

The list of hot Dean qualities is endless.

“I’m the luckiest woman alive,” I whisper.

Wrapping my hand around his length, I lean forward and lick his tip slowly.

“Fuuuck, Grace.” He watches me suck him off, jaw clenched, and gaze locked on me. Resting his hand on the top of my head, he sets the pace, and I love how he takes control of everything. All I ever have to do is enjoy myself. No second guessing what he likes or if I’m doing it right. I take my time with this man, enjoying all his little noises while I stroke and suck and worship his fat cock.

My free hand slides up his thigh and stops at his balls. He tips his head back, groaning when I give them a tug.

“I’m close,” he says in a dark tone. “Keep going slow like that.”

My jaw aches, but it’s worth it. I suck him slowly, relishing the growls that come from him.

“Swallow me, baby.”

That’s my last warning before his cock swells and he pulses down my throat.

I don’t waste a drop.

Letting him go, I wipe the drool off my chin, super pleased with myself. Dean’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he sinks to his knees and kisses me.

Does he taste himself in my mouth? I hope so.

“Lay back for me, beautiful.” He cradles my head, pushing me down with his mouth on mine. Then he trails hot kisses all over my body until he’s right where he loves to be. “Want to cause an avalanche tonight?”

Nodding, I bite my lip and watch him lick my pussy with a long drag of his tongue. His eyes roll back like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he buries his face in my pussy, his fingers sinking into my spread thighs while he feasts.

My back arches and I put my feet on his shoulders, angling myself for easier access. Dean sucks my clit and sinks two fingers inside me, hitting a deep pleasure point that has my toes curling.

He drags my orgasm to the brink, then lets me lose it, edging me over and over until I’m fucking sweating.

“I’m going to kill you,” I say, clawing the blankets as he sucks on my clit again.

He’s not scared. In fact, my threat seems to turn him on. Dean shoves another finger inside me, filling me, stretching me.

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