Page 99 of Mountain Wood
Now I’m whimpering with need.
“Please. I’m going to die if I don’t come now.”
He growls against my pussy and speeds his moves up. My body coils, thighs tighten. Dean doubles down until my orgasm rips out of me with an intensity that robs me of breath, sight, and sound.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, kissing my inner thighs.
“Get up here,” I pant. “I want to taste me on you.”
Dean glides up from between my legs and kisses me deeply. His beard is wet. He smells like me andthat oil from the shop, and I’m telling you right now it’s an aphrodisiac that should be illegal.
He angles himself against my pussy and looks down at me, as if waiting for permission to enter. Hooking my legs around his waist, I pull him towards me, pushing him inside. It takes a few, easy thrusts to get him fully seated, and each one makes me sink deeper into a lust-induced frenzy. “Fuck me hard.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Our bodies slap together. I’m drenched in sweat. My cheeks tingle and clit throbs.
“I want it from the back,” I groan, taking charge.
Dean pulls out and flips me over. Winding my braid around his hand, he pulls it just enough to make me groan as he enters me from behind.
“You take me so well,” he says in a growly voice. My pussy floods hearing it. “Squeeze me.”
I clench my pussy for him, loving how he gasps.
“That’s my good girl. Again.”
No problem.
His rough palm skates down my spine and grasps my hip. He slams into me harder.
“More,” I beg. “Harder.”
“You don’t need harder.” Pressure builds at the base of my spine when he presses me down on my stomach. “You need deeper.”
I’m robbed of breath when he slowly sinks into me at this new angle.
“Too much?” he asks.
I’m not sure. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel the powerful man on top of me, as I melt from the heat from our bodies and sink into the softness of our blankets. My hair sticks to my neck and more slickness drips from between my thighs.
“Use your words,” Dean orders. “Is this too much for you?”
“No,” I rasp. “Fuck no, give me more.”
He fills me again, bottoming out with a grunt. “Look at you. You’re doing such a good job.”
I’m preening. This is heaven. Bucking against him, I take him by surprise and manage to scramble away and rise to my knees. His eyes widen with shock. “Did I hurt you?”
“Get… on… your back…now,” I growl between heavy breaths.
Dean obeys, looking terrified.
Good. I like a man who’s a little scared of what I’m going to do to him.
Straddling his hips, I impale myself with his soaked dick, in reverse cowgirl. Rubbing my clit, I ride him slowly. Deliberately. Relishing every inch of this man until a frenzy starts and my pace quickens. Rasps tear out of me as I build up to another orgasm.
“Keeping riding.” Dean grabs my braid with one hand, and scratches down my back with the other. “Use my dick and come hard, Grace. I want to hear you fucking scream.”
