Page 12 of Cherished By the Fearless Mountain Man

Her honesty breaks something loose in my chest, and I know there’s no going back from this moment.My hands slide down to the seam of her shirt, needing it to come off already.

“Willa,” I growl, my voice rough with want and the pain flaring in my leg.

“Shh,” she breathes.“Let me take care of you.”

She guides me back against the cushions, her movements careful but charged with barely restrained hunger.She puts a cushion under my injured thigh.

“Tell me if anything hurts, okay?”

I nod.

She strips herself bare for me, and I inhale sharply.Not from leg pain this time, but from pure, primal need.I let my eyes roam her curvy body, my dick growing rock-hard in seconds.I quickly fumble with my clothes, but I need her help to remove my shorts.I hate being this dependent, hate having to accept help, but with her, it’s different now.It feels natural.

As she takes off my shorts, I watch her.Drink her in.Her tits are perfect, her hard nipples proudly standing up.I can’t wait to close my mouth around them.My gaze travels lower, and fucking hell… Her pussy is glistening, which means she’s as turned on as I am.

With my shorts off, she gently pulls down my underwear next.My dick springs free, and she lets out a small gasp.She tries to hide it, but nothing gets past me.

She tosses my boxer shorts aside and pauses, her gaze traveling over every inch of me like she’s memorizing the view.

“Willa,” I grit out.My hips twitch, needy and aching for her.

She straddles me slowly and carefully, her warmth settling over my thighs.The heat between her legs barely brushes where I want her most, and it makes my breath catch.

I reach for her, my hands palming her tits.She gasps when I run my thumbs over her nipples, and I do it again, just to hear it once more.

“You’re killing me,” I manage to say between gritted teeth.

It takes every ounce of restraint not to buck my hips and slide my dick inside her.I want to, but I’m letting her set the pace.

Willa leans down to kiss me, and the wetness from her pussy slides over my dick.Fuck.If I’d known this is what would happen after jamming a chainsaw into my leg, I would’ve done it way sooner.

“I want you, Brock,” she whispers.

“Then take me,” I say.“Do you have a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Good, because I want to feel every part of you.”

She shifts her position to guide my dick to her entrance.Her eyes lock on mine as she slowly sinks down until I’m buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I groan.

She’s tight, hot, and wet.She’s perfect.

Willa moves slowly at first, getting used to the size of my dick.But once she finds a rhythm, it’s like all bets are off.She tilts her hips back, then forward.She slams into me with such determination, with such lust in her eyes, that I lose all inhibitions.I moan loudly, not caring about anything but Willa riding my dick.

She plants her hands on my chest for balance as she rides me, her hips rolling in a steady grind that has my teeth gritted and my eyes threatening to roll back.Every moan she lets out wrecks me.Every brush of her fingers across my skin lights me on fire.

I slide one hand up her body, cupping her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple until she gasps.Her head falls back, and the sight of her with messy hair, parted lips, riding me like I’m hers, burns itself into my memory.

“Willa,” I growl again.

“I’ve got you,” she whispers, breathless and wrecked.“I’ve got you, Brock.”

And fuck, she does.In every way.Her words undo me.Not just my body, but my fucking heart, too.No one’s ever said that to me and meant it.Not like she does.And I can’t get enough.

Chapter Six

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