Page 14 of Soul of the Mountain
He grunts, completing the whole Neanderthal routine. I giggle, then shriek again when he tosses me down on his bed.
The way he’s looking at me as I spread my legs and offer him everything says it all. Once he claims me, I’ll be his. I only hope he’ll still want me when the weekend is over and my car is fixed.
Sullivan lifts his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest and torso. Every inch of him is hard, including the monster trying to break free from the prison of his pants. I watch with rapt attention as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs along with his boxers. His huge, hard cock juts out, making my mouth water.
His dark brown eyes capture mine, the need I see in them matching my own. I bite my bottom lip and tilt my hips up, wanting him inside me so much it hurts.
My big, beastly man fists his cock, giving himself rough strokes as he looks over my body. I’ve always been a bigger girl with rolls and cellulite and the shame of not being skinny like my aunt. Looking at Sullivan now, all of my insecurities fade away. There’s no doubt he likes what he sees.
With a final jerk, Sullivan lets go of his throbbing thickness and stalks toward the bed, crawling up my body and nestling himself between my legs. Bracing himself over me with his hands on either side of my head, he bends down and kisses mesoundly. He breaks the kiss and puts his weight on one hand, cupping my face with the other.
“Are you ready, Gabby?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, Sullivan. I want this. With you. I…” I trail off and turn my head.
Sullivan gently guides my face back toward his. “Eyes on me, princess. You what?”
“I want to feel you inside me,” I confess. “Make me yours completely.”
He groans and bites my bottom lip before kissing away the pain. “Anything you want. I’ll give you all of me.”
Lining up his huge cock to my entrance, he pushes a few inches inside. “Relax, love. Let me into this perfect little pussy.”
He kisses me long and slow as he thrusts a little deeper. I whimper as he stretches and fills every inch of me.
“Breathe, baby. It’ll only hurt for a minute.”
Sullivan dips his head to my neck and nips my skin. He tears through me, the pain spreading throughout my body. I grip his biceps, my nails biting into his skin. He swallows my cry and stays still, deep inside me. Tears slide down the side of my face, but I keep breathing through the pain.
“I’m so sorry, Gabby.” His eyes are full of remorse as he kisses away my tears. “I promise it’ll get better. I’ll make this good for you.” He pulls back out, dragging his huge length along the walls of my pussy before pushing back in again. “Fuck, you feel incredible. You were made for me. Only me. Goddamn, Gabby.”
He sets a steady rhythm, and the pain soon subsides, giving way to an incredible fullness. Full of Sullivan. Finally connected to him in every way, as close as we can be. I lift my hips with his, keeping up with his thrusts.
“Jesus Christ,” he grits out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes…” It comes out more like a moan.
Sullivan smirks and picks up the pace. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him in for a kiss.
“More,” I moan.
He growls and sits back on his heels, throwing one of my legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, yes, Sullivan…”
The new angle takes him deeper, stretching me in the most delicious way. He brings his thumb down to my clit and rubs circles around the sensitive ball of nerves. My legs shake, and I know I’m close. I’m almost afraid of how big this orgasm is going to be.
“That’s it. I want to feel you come all over my big cock. I want to feel you squeeze me and milk the cum from my balls. Do you want that? Want me to fill you with my cum?”
I can only whimper at this point. His words are so filthy, which I didn’t know I liked so much.
I thrust my hips up and take him deeper, chasing my pleasure and his. Something huge barrels through me, threatening to consume me completely. I’m right on the edge, the delicious tipping point. My muscles strain and tense, trying to hold on to my last shred of control.
“Come for me, baby. Fucking come all over me.”
