Page 31 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
Except I’ve never had a punishment to turn my blood into pure liquid fire before.
A full-body-flush of heat follows, making me hyper-aware of him. His large hand at the small of my back, his broad chest brushing against mine. His eyes open and stares straight into mine as he nips my lips again.
“You ready to be honest now?” he murmurs. As his gaze darkens, I try to remind myself that he’s only doing this to prove a point.
Although it's probably moot, because I'm not even sure what the point is supposed to be. Was I supposed to say something? Am I supposed to stop this? I don't know.
Desire has crashed my brain.
"Ready to admit how gorgeous you are now?" Wes asks, reminding me.
He was trying to prove that I'm attractive. He wants me to say that I am.
I should oblige and get off his lap so we can return to some kind of normalcy. I shouldnotrun my hands over his shoulder to his nape, pushing my fingers through his long hair so I can clutch it in my palm.
“Jesus, baby.” Wes moans when my fingers scrape against his scalp. His head falling back into my touch. His eyes are half-lowered as he stares at me, his gaze dropping to my lips. He licks his own lips, a rumble emanating from his chest.
I definitely should not lower my lips to meet his again.
But I do, and then all hell breaks loose.
Wes moans into my mouth, this next kiss is more passionate, devouring. He not only nips, but he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, before releasing it, so he uses his tongue to tease the seam. I open up for him and he murmurs, “Jesus,” again before diving in, his tongue tangling with mine.
We kiss wildly, like two animals unleashed, clutching each other’s hair, dragging our lips back to meet every time one of us pauses to take a breath which is already very infrequently.
I don't want to stop.
A pulse pounds at the base of my stomach extending down to my pussy, dampening it. Desire chugs like a cauldron in my blood. My heart races with need as I shift in his lap, even though I’m not entirely sure what I’m needy for.
But he seems to know. His body curves underneath mine, and at first, I’m not sure why, as his every movement seems to bounce me off his lap. But then he grasps my waist and shifts me so that I’m directly aligned over a bulge in his pants.
“Oh yes,” I hiss, and my head falls back as he nudges his erection right underneath my clit, triggering the mostdelicious jolt of electricity to run through me. He groans and does it again, slowly grinding against my clit, and I nearly sob from just how good it feels.
“Yeah you like that don’t you?” he growls, his voice dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. I've wanted you so bad honey, you have no idea.”
I think I have some idea.He’s large and hard against my pussy and I want nothing more than to slide my panties to the side so that he can slip right in. And I would have done it too, had I not been wearing jeans. Even with a fried mind, I can tell that the logistics would make it painfully slow to execute and I would need to pull away to take off my jeans first, and I just don’t have the wherewithal to do that.
If I lose the feeling of his cock right now, I might die.
Especially when his fingers start moving against my jeans, unbuttoning it and pushing his hand inside.
My breath rises in my chest. My eyes fly open to meet his fiery gaze, a second before his finger touches my clit.
My eyes roll back and he moans. “Oh fuck that's hot. Take what you need darling. You’re so wet already I bet you’re just going to flood all over my hands."
I am and I do.
Choked sounds of desire escape me as I begin to move against his hand, and against his erection, thrusting as the pressure builds inside me. His arm is bent at an awkward angle but he doesn't seem to care, preoccupied with getting me off. My nipples are puckered painfully and I’m about to ask him to touch me there too, but he leans forward and catches a nipple through my shirt, as though he can read my mind.
“Wes,” I cry out and he gums my nipple before sucking it hard. The rough feel of the fabric mixed with the wetness of his tongue sends me into another stratosphere of desire. Imewl out my pleasure as I fly towards the shaking edge, feeling like my body is going to splinter from the inside out. I moan his name again, clutching his shoulders, needing something to anchor me while I break apart.
He releases my nipple and pulls me closer, thrusting against me harder and harder like a crazed animal that’s trapped in a corner and cannot escape. The image of his cock pushing through my pussy is what does it. It breaks me.
I scream my pleasure into the air and crumble right over myself.
After it's over, I crumple into a heap against him, shaking.
When I come back to myself, we're heaving silently, catching our breaths. I’m surrounded by the scent of Wes and of my own desire, and he holds me, rubbing his hand over my back, muttering about how fucking good that was.
