Page 6 of Mountain Man's Curvy Girl

He shrugs out of the jacket, his movements quick but not rushed, and when he pulls his shirt off, my breath catches. He’s all muscle and strength, his skin tanned and warm, a faint line of dark hair trailing down from his chest to where his jeans hang low on his hips.

“See something you like?” he asks, his lips quirking into a faint smirk.

I nod, unable to speak, and he chuckles softly, the sound low and rough, like gravel under my skin.

His hands slide back to my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel him—hard and insistent under me. Thesensation sends a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my lips.

“Ethan,” I murmur, my voice trembling.

“I’ve got you,” he says softly, his lips brushing against my ear. “You just have to tell me what you want.”

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Ethan

She’s trembling in my arms, her soft curves pressed against me, her eyes wide and full of trust and something deeper—something primal. I can feel her heat, her need, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose myself completely.

“Tell me,” I murmur again, my hands sliding up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “Tell me what you need, Chloe.”

“You,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I need you.”

I groan softly, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as my hands move to unbutton her jeans. She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down, and when I run my hands over her bare thighs, she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You’re so soft,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck. “So perfect.”

She whimpers, her breath hitching as I let my fingers brush against her center, finding her already wet and ready for me. The sound she makes—soft, desperate, needy—nearly undoes me.

“Please,” she whispers, her hips rocking against my hand.

I growl low in my throat, pulling her closer as I work her gently, my fingers sliding through her slick heat. She cries out, her body arching into mine, and the sight of her—trembling, completely undone—makes my chest ache with something I can’t name.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice rough and full of conviction. “Say it, Chloe.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice breaking on a gasp. “Ethan, I’m yours.”

Chapter 7

Ethan

Her heat is slick and warm, coating my fingers as they slide against her pussy, and I let out a low growl that rumbles deep in my chest. “Fuck, Chloe. You’re so wet. All for me?”

She whimpers, her hips rocking into my hand, and that sound—sweet and desperate—nearly sends me over the edge. My cock is straining against my jeans, hard enough to make me lightheaded, but this isn’t about me. Not yet.

“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart,” I rasp, curling my fingers just enough to hit the spot that makes her cry out. “Right here, right now. I need to hear you scream for me.”

Her hands claw at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I work her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. Her clit is swollen and begging for attention, and when I brush my thumb over it, she gasps, her thighs trembling on either side of my lap.

“Ethan,” she moans, her voice shaking as her head falls back. “Oh my God…”

I lean forward, pressing my lips to her neck, sucking lightly on the soft, sensitive skin just below her ear. “That’s it, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Her hips jerk against my hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I fuck her harder, faster, my thumb circling her clit in rhythm with every stroke. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect,and I can’t stop imagining what it’ll feel like to be buried inside her.

But not here. Not yet. She deserves better than the cramped cab of my truck.

Her breath catches, her entire body tensing as she hurtles toward the edge. “Ethan, I—I’m—oh my God, I’m—”

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice rough and low. “Let me feel you, Chloe.”

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