Page 11 of Found By the Mountain Man
I lean down and take him into my mouth, loving the way he groans and his hips jerk involuntarily. He tastes clean and masculine, and I moan around him as I take him deeper.
"That's it, baby," he pants, his hand tangling in my hair. "Suck my cock. Take as much as you can."
I work him with my mouth and hands, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue to drive him wild. When I look up at him through my lashes, his face is a mask of pure lust.
"Stop," he gasps suddenly, pulling me off him. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel that tight pussy around my cock." He settles between my thighs, breathing hard. "Look at you," he growls, running his fingers through my wetness. "So fucking wet and ready for my cock. Tell me you want it."
"I want it," I gasp, my hips lifting toward him. "I want your big cock inside me. Please, Connor."
"Beg me for it," he demands, positioning the thick head at my entrance. "Tell me how badly you need to be fucked."
"Please fuck me," I moan, past caring how desperate I sound. "I need your cock so bad. I need you to fill me up and make me come."
The first press of him inside me is exquisite, a burning stretch that borders on too much but feels absolutely right. His cock is so thick that my pussy has to stretch to accommodate him, and we both groan at the sensation.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grits out, his face a mask of concentration and restraint. "Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around my cock."
"More," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Give me all of it. I can take it."
He slides deeper with careful control, his thick length stretching me open until he's fully seated inside me. The sensation of being completely filled by him, completely claimed, is overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Christ, Mavis," he groans, his forehead pressed to mine. "You feel incredible. So tight and wet around my cock."
We stay still for a moment, savoring the connection, the perfect fit of our bodies. Then slowly, carefully, he begins to move, his thick cock sliding in and out of my slick heat.
The rhythm he sets is steady and deep, each thrust calculated to drive me higher. His hands are everywhere, tangled in my hair, cupping my face, gripping my hips—as if he can't get enough of touching me.
"Look at me," he commands when my eyes drift closed. "I want to see your face when I'm fucking you. I want to watch you take my cock."
I meet his gaze, and the intensity there steals my breath. He's watching me like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, like he's memorizing every expression that crosses my face as he claims me.
"You like that?" he growls, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me. "You like having my big cock stretching that tight pussy?"
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me harder. Please."
He complies, his pace increasing, driving into me with controlled power that makes me see stars. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the cabin—wet and primal and perfect.
"I'm close," I gasp, my body coiling tighter with each thrust.
"Then come for me," he growls, reaching between us to circle my clit with his thumb. "Come on my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me when you come."
I cry out as the orgasm tears through me, more intense than the first, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his rhythm faltering as my walls milk him. "That's it, baby. Come all over my cock."
The sensation of me coming undone beneath him breaks his control. With a hoarse groan, he buries his face in my neck and follows me over, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot cum.
"Take it all," he growls against my throat. "Take every drop of my cum."
We lie there afterward, breathing hard, still intimately connected. Connor's weight is a comfort rather than a burden, and I run my hands over his sweat-dampened back, not wanting this moment to end.
Eventually, he shifts slightly, starting to pull away, but I tighten my legs around him.
"Not yet," I whisper. "Please."
He settles back down, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "I'm too heavy for you."
"You're perfect," I correct, and feel his smile against my skin.
