Page 13 of Her Mountain Man Protector
I nod, still breathing hard. “That was amazing. I’ve never…nobody’s ever…” My brain has turned to mush and I’m struggling to find the words. “I’m a virgin,” I say eventually. “This is all new to me.”
Holden’s gaze softens, and he presses a kiss on my cheek. “Me too, sugar. Never been with anyone before.”
His words surprise me. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He says it matter-of-factly, without shame. “Was never big on dating as a young man. Then I adopted Isabelle, and raising her was my only focus.” He runs a hand through my hair, twirling a thick strand around his fingers. “It never bothered me. Hell, I never met anybody I wanted in that way until you, sugar.” My heart stutters as he meets my gaze. “You have no idea how sexy you are, Mila. Your curves have been driving me crazy, you know that?”
I grin at him, melting against his hard chest. “Well, you’re pretty darn sexy yourself. It’s not every day a girl meets a real-life mountain man.”
I’m suddenly impatient to see the rest of him. His thick muscles. His tattoos. The hard bulge tenting his jeans. I want all of it, and I reach out to touch his flannel shirt, tugging at his sleeve. Holden shrugs it off before removing the t-shirt underneath, revealing his burly chest and wide shoulders. Dark hair covers his tanned skin, ink swirling up his bulging arms in tribal patterns. He looks more wild and rugged than ever, and I stare up at him as he drops his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside.
Oh my God…
Holden’s huge cock glistens with pre-cum, thick and meaty just like the rest of him. The sight of it sends a buzz of desire straight between my thighs, an ache growing deep inside me.
Holden doesn’t waste a second. He reaches down to scoop me into his arms, pressing me tight against his bare chest.
“I’m taking you to my bed, sugar,” he growls into my ear. “You better be ready for me.”
“I’m ready, Holden.”
So freakin’ ready.
8
HOLDEN
I carryMila to my room, holding her naked body against me. She’s so soft and curvy, so damn perfect, and my cock throbs with need as I set her down on the bed. I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue. I’m hungry for more—hell, I could eat her pussy all day—but first, I need to be inside her. My self-control has shattered. I can’t hold back anymore.
I need Mila.
It’s a raw, physical ache that pulses through my body as I ease myself on top of her, positioning myself between her open legs. My cock pokes against her core, a shudder running through me as I feel her heat, her wetness. Her big green eyes blink up at me as I grip my length and line it up with her tight hole.
“Ready for me, sugar?” I ask.
She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and I feel a pang in my chest as I look at her. She’s so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe she’s really here, lying on my bed, her legs parted for me.
“I’m ready,” she says quietly. “Just a little nervous.”
I lean down and press a kiss on her plump lips, my heart thumping. “No need to be nervous. I’ll take care of you, sugar. I promise.”
Mila smiles at me. “I know you will.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, her heels resting against my lower back as I inch inside her, groaning as her wet heat engulfs my cock. She’s so damn tight, her walls squeezing around me as I bottom out with a sharp inhale.
“Fuck, Mila, you feel so good.”
She whimpers as I draw back, thrusting forward in a gentle rhythm. I keep my eyes on her, watching for any sign of pain as I move faster.
“How does it feel, sugar?”
“Amazing…” She sucks in a breath as I push deep inside her. “Oh God, it’s so big.”
Her grip on me tightens, and I reach down to cup her plump tits, brushing her nipples as I fuck her sweet pussy. Our bodies smack together, the bedsprings creaking in time with our movements. Mila’s eyes are fixed on mine. She mewls with pleasure, trembling beneath me as I drive into her. I can feel her getting wetter, her sticky arousal coating my length, covering it in her cream.
“Good girl,” I grit out. “Fuck, you look so good with my cock inside you.”
She really does. Her eyes twinkle like emeralds, those pretty chestnut locks fanning out like a halo beneath her head. She’s an angel—and she’s all mine.
