Page 7 of Mountain Man's Curvy Girl

Her cry shatters the quiet, raw and broken as her pussy clamps down on my fingers, her juices soaking my hand. She’s trembling, gasping for air, her head falling against my shoulder as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

“Good girl,” I murmur, slowing my movements but not stopping, drawing out every last shudder from her body. “You’re so fucking perfect, Chloe.”

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Chloe

My whole body feels like it’s floating, like every nerve is still sparking with the aftershocks of what Ethan just did to me. My legs are trembling, my chest heaving, and I can’t seem to stop clutching his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer now but still tinged with that rough, growly edge that makes my toes curl.

“I—yeah. I think,” I stammer, my cheeks burning as I bury my face in his neck.

He chuckles softly, his large hand smoothing up and down my back. “You think?”

I nod against him, too embarrassed to say anything else. How do I explain what just happened? That I’ve never—

The thought slams into me, sharp and terrifying, and I pull back just enough to look at him.

“What is it?” he asks, his brows furrowing as he studies my face.

“I, um…” I bite my lip, my heart pounding so hard I’m afraid he can hear it. “I’ve never… I mean, that was my first…”

His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, I swear he stops breathing. “Your first what?”

I swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat, but I force them out. “Everything. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

His expression shifts, darkening with something I can’t quite place—something primal and possessive that sends a shiver down my spine.

“You’re a virgin,” he says, his voice low and rough, more a statement than a question.

I nod, my cheeks burning. “Yeah.”

He exhales sharply, his hands gripping my hips like he’s trying to keep himself steady. “Fuck, Chloe. You’re killing me.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, but he shakes his head, his fingers tightening just enough to make me gasp.

“Don’t,” he growls. “Don’t apologize. Fuck, I should’ve known. You’re too sweet, too innocent for someone like me.”

Chapter 8

Ethan

Her words are a punch to my chest. A virgin. Chloe is a virgin. The thought sears through me, burning away every ounce of restraint I’ve been clinging to since she stepped into my truck.

She’s trembling in my lap, her soft, warm body pressed against mine, and I can’t stop staring at her. At the way her wide, unsure eyes make her look so damn sweet it’s driving me insane. My hand tightens on her hip, and I feel her shiver under my touch.

“Chloe,” I rasp, my voice rougher than I intend. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She bites her bottom lip, her fingers clutching my shoulders like I’m the only thing keeping her steady. “I—I do,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I want this. I want you.”

Fuck. I want her too. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But hearing her say it? Knowing she’s never been touched, never been claimed? It flips something primal inside me, something that makes me want to tear apart the world just to make her mine.

“You deserve better than this,” I murmur, my hand brushing against her cheek. “Than me.”

Her brows knit together, and she shakes her head, her soft curls brushing against my fingers. “I don’t want better, Ethan. I want you.”

That’s it. My last thread of control snaps.

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