Page 76 of Wrecked on the Mountain
She reaches for my shirt, but I catch her hands.
"Let me," I say, needing to take care of her the way she deserves. "Let me take care of you."
I lift the dress carefully, hanging it on the back of a chair because even lost in passion, I can't stand the thought of her beautiful things being treated carelessly. Everything about her deserves reverence, and I'm making it my life's purpose to make damn sure that happens for this woman.
When I turn back, she's sitting on the edge of the couch in nothing but that black lace, and I have to brace myself against the chair to keep from falling to my knees.
Her breasts strain against the delicate cups of her bra, nipples visible through the sheer fabric, begging for my mouth. The matching panties sit low on her hips, and I can see the curve of her ass where she's perched on the leather cushion.
"You're so beautiful," I say roughly. "So fucking perfect."
I strip out of my own clothes quickly, desperate to feel her skin against mine, and when I settle beside her on the couch, she immediately curls into me.
"Jamie," she murmurs, her hands exploring the planes of my chest.
Her hands roam over my chest, her touch sending electric shocks straight to my cock. Her fingers trace the lines of my tattoos, skimming over the scars, and I can’t hold back anymore.
"Fuck, Brooke," I groan, lifting her effortlessly.
She wraps her silky smooth legs around my waist, her wet heat pressing against me through the thin lace of her panties. I need her now. Right fucking now.
I sit on the edge of the couch, and she straddles me, her thighs trembling as she positions herself over my lap. My cock twitches at her touch, desperate for the feel of her tight pussy.
"Jamie," she breathes, reaching between us to guide my aching dick to her entrance. I can feel how wet she is through the lace, and it drives me wild.
With a frustrated groan, I rip the delicate fabric aside, my fingers finding her slick folds. She gasps as I slide a finger inside her, but it's not enough. I need all of her.
"Now," I growl. "I need you now."
Her eyes lock onto mine as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock. The heat and tightness of her pussy envelop me inch by agonizing inch until I'm fully buried inside her.
"Fuck, Brooke," I groan, gripping her hips tightly to keep from thrusting up into her with everything I've got. "You're so fucking perfect."
She moans as she begins to move, riding me with a rhythm that makes my vision blur with pleasure. Her head falls back, exposing her throat and I can't resist leaning forward to bite into it.
Brooke moans and moves her hips in a motion that's devastating to my control. My balls tighten as my mouth finds her nipple through the lace of her bra.
I latch on hungrily and she screams as I suck hard, pulling the peak deeper into my mouth.
"Jamie!" she cries out, driving herself harder down onto my cock. The sight of her losing control like this pushes me closer to the edge.
But I'm not done yet.
Reaching around us both, I find the tight ring of muscle at her back hole and press a finger against it. She gasps at the sensation against her ass, but doesn't stop moving.
"Oh god," she moans as I swirl my finger around the sensitive area, teasing it while she rides me faster. "Yes, Jamie! OH!"
The combination of sensations, her pussy clenching around me and my finger pressing against that forbidden place, drives us both wild.
"Come for me," I command, thrusting up into her as I massage both holes. "Come all over my cock."
With a final scream, Brooke's body convulses around me, and the feel of her coming undone sends me over the cliff with her.
I explode inside her with a roar that echoes off the cabin walls, my release pulsing hot and deep as her body milks every drop from me.
She collapses against my chest, both of us trembling and breathless, her inner walls still fluttering around my softening cock like she never wants to let me go.
"You're mine," I whisper against her ear as we come down from our high. "All mine."
