Page 16 of Rugged Mountain Man
“Sadie,” I murmur, my voice thick with hunger. “You look fucking edible. Those tits are mine tonight. Every single inch of you is mine.”
Her cheeks flush, but the way her chest rises and falls, straining against that lace, tells me she loves the way I’m looking at her—like she’s the only thing in the world that matters.
I slide a finger under the strap, dragging it down her shoulder, watching the way her soft skin peeks out from the lace. My breath is ragged now, my need growing by the second.
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me?” I say, brushing my knuckles against the swell of her cleavage. “This body is a fucking masterpiece. And these tits? I’m going to suck them until you’re begging me to stop.”
She doesn’t answer, just bites her lip, and that’s it. I reach behind her, flicking the clasp open with a growl, and when that bra falls away, I nearly lose it. Her tits are even better than I imagined—full, round, and begging to be kissed, licked, worshipped. They bounce softly when the bra comes undone.
I cup her perfect breasts in my hands, reverence coursing through me as I marvel at their softness, their fullness. My thumbs brush over her taut, rosy nipples, and the gasp that escapes her lips is like music.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, lowering my mouth to her nipple. “These tits are mine. Every inch of you is mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Cole. Yours,” she gasps.
“You’re a goddess, Sadie,” I murmur, my voice rough with need.“And I’m going to make you scream tonight. That tight little pussy of yours won’t know what hit it.”
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and dark with desire. My mouth descends on her without hesitation, my lips capturing one of those perfect peaks, my tongue circling the hard bud as she arches into me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, desperate.
I suck her nipple deep into my mouth, groaning at the way she shudders under me. My free hand kneads her other breast, savouring every inch of her, the way she gasps and squirms, the way her body responds so perfectly to my touch.
“God, Sadie, you’re so fucking soft,” I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses from one breast to the other. “I could stay right here forever, but I need more. I need to taste that sweet cunt of yours.”
My lips blaze a trail down her stomach, lingering at the delicate curve of her waist, her hips, until I reach the waistband of her panties. They’re lace, like the bra, a matching jade green that drives me insane.
I pull back for just a moment to take her in. The damp, darkened patch on her matching panties draws my gaze, a testament to her need, to the fire burning between us. I drag mythumb over it, feeling the wet heat beneath the lace, and she lets out the softest gasp. My cock throbs at the sound.
“Look at this,” I growl, my voice dripping with possession. “You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you? This pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”I hook my fingers into her waistband and tug them down, slow enough to watch every delicious inch of her be revealed to me.
When they slide free of her ankles, I take them, give them a good sniff, and stuff them in my jeans pocket. My girl’s scent hits me, sweet and intoxicating, and I swear I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
I look down at her, fully bare and vulnerable before me. Her pussy is a work of art—soft, pink, glistening with arousal. A light trail of curls leads to lips swollen with need, her wetness glimmering in the dim barn light. The tight little slit makes my cock ache, knowing I’ll be the first, the only man to touch her like this.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, spreading her thighs gently. “This pussy was made for me. I’m going to ruin you in the best way possible.”
Her thighs tremble as I lean closer, kissing the sensitive skin there, drawing closer and closer to her centre. My hands spread her gently, and my tongue swipes over her for the first time. Her taste explodes on my tongue—sweet, addictive, pure heaven.
“Goddamn, Sadie,” I growl against her pussy, licking deeper. “You taste like fucking honey. I’m never letting you go after this.”
Her hips buck wildly against my face, desperate and out of control, her cries spilling out in sharp, raw gasps that only fuel the inferno raging inside me. I grip her thighs tighter, holdingher in place, my tongue flicking over her clit in relentless, frenzied strokes. Her slick heat is all over my mouth, and I’m a man possessed—devouring her, worshiping her, lost in her.
“Cum for me, Sadie,” I demand, my voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “I want to taste every fucking drop of you. Let it go, baby. Give it all to me.”
Her body arches off the wall, her cries breaking into a scream so raw, so primal, it sends a thrill down my spine. She trembles violently, her thighs squeezing my head as her orgasm tears through her like a wildfire. It’s not just a release—it’s an explosion. She’s shaking, writhing, her hands clawing at my hair, at anything she can grab as wave after wave overtakes her.
Her juices flood my mouth, warm and intoxicating, and I drink her down like a man starved. Her cries echo through the barn, unrestrained, and I can feel every shudder of her body, every pulse of her release as she gives me everything she has.
“Fuck,” I groan, licking her through the aftershocks, my mouth and beard drenched in her sweetness. She’s trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and I can’t stop. I need more—more of her taste, her sounds, her everything.
Her body jerks as I dive back in, my tongue sliding over her swollen clit again. “Cole!” she gasps, her voice trembling, her hips trying to escape, but I hold her steady. “I... I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I growl, my voice dripping with authority, with possession. “You’ll give me another, Sadie. You’ll keep coming until I’ve had my fill.”
And I mean it. I’m not stopping until I’ve completely unravelled her, until I’ve made her mine in every way that matters. Her cries rise again, another climax building fast as herbody bows beneath me. I’m relentless, ravenous, her pleasure the only thing I care about.
When she explodes again, her screams echoing off the barn walls, her whole body convulsing, I know I’ve ruined her for anyone else.
Before Sadie can catch her breath, I’m already moving. My hands slide under her thighs, and I lift her up as if she weighs nothing. She lets out a soft gasp, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release.
