Page 127 of Mountain Daddy

“Come for me,” he demands. “One more time.”

I'm already wound so tight from the first orgasm, from the relentless pounding, from the look in his eyes that says he'll die before he lets me go again.

“I can't,” I sob, even as my body tightens around him.

“You can,” he insists. “Together. Want to feel you come on my cock.”

His thrusts become erratic. Harder. Deeper. I know he's close. Can feel him swelling inside me.

“Now,” he growls. “Come now.”

And I do.The orgasm rips through me like lightning—violent, white-hot, fuckingferal.

I arch.

Scream.

My back bows off the table, fingers clawing at the edge for something to hold onto. My legs lock around his waist. Trap him. Drag him in deeper.

My pussy clenches. Tight. Greedy. Possessive.A sob rips from my throat. I can’t stop it. Can’tthink.

Onlyfeel.

My whole body convulses. Walls fluttering around his cock like I never want to let him go.

And then he breaks.

With a growl so guttural it shakes the table. Could be my name. Could be a curse. He slams deep. Hard. One final thrust.

Stays there. Buried to the hilt. His cock pulses. Hot release floods me. Thick. Claiming. His hands dig into my hips, holding me down, keeping me open for him while he spills every last drop inside.

I feel everything.

The weight.

The heat.

The absoluteownershipof it.

His forehead drops against my neck. His breath rasps against my skin.

“Fuck,” he pants. “You’ll ruin me.”

I smile. Wrecked. Glowing.

“Good.”

We stay like that for a long moment. Connected. Panting. His forehead pressed against mine. My hands gripping his shoulders like I'll drown if I let go.

Slowly, the world comes back into focus. The sound of crickets outside. The distant howl of a coyote.

Nikolai's arms wrap around me, lift me from the table. I cling to him, face buried in his neck. Breathing him in. Memorizing this moment.

He carries me to the bedroom, lays me on the bed like I'm made of glass. Crawls in beside me, pulls me against his chest.

“I meant what I said,” I murmur against his skin. “I love you.”

His arms tighten around me. His lips press against my temple.

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