Page 9 of Sugar-Shacked with the Mountain Man
His control wavers at my words, and he releases my hands. I free him from his jeans, and the sight of him—thick and hard and perfect—makes my mouth water.
"You're perfect," I tell him, wrapping my hand around his length.
He groans at my touch, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Christ, Sophie."
I lean down to take him into my mouth, savoring the salt and musk that's purely him. His hands tangle in my hair, gentle but insistent as I work him with my tongue and lips.
"Fuck," he breathes, his voice strained. "That feels incredible."
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size, and his control starts to crack. He's trying to be gentle, but I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's fighting the urge to thrust.
"Don't hold back," I tell him, pulling off long enough to speak. "I want all of you."
He looks down at me with desperate eyes. "Sophie..."
"Please, Kane. Let go for me."
His grip in my hair tightens, and he begins to move, fucking my mouth with deep, careful strokes. The feeling of being used for his pleasure is intoxicating, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him curse.
"I'm close," he warns.
Instead of pulling away, I increase my efforts, taking him deeper, faster, until he's coming with a shout, spilling himself down my throat.
When I finally release him, we're both breathing hard. He pulls me up for a kiss, tasting himself on my lips.
"That was incredible," he says against my mouth.
"We're not done yet," I tell him, reaching between us to stroke his already hardening cock. "I need you inside me."
His eyes flare with renewed heat. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
He reaches for the nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom with hands that aren't entirely steady. Once he's sheathed, he positions himself at my entrance, looking into my eyes.
"Sophie," he says, and my name sounds like a vow.
"I know," I whisper, pulling him down for a kiss. "I feel it too."
He slides into me slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He's big enough that I need a moment to adjust, but when he's fully seated inside me, it feels like coming home.
"Move," I whisper against his ear. "Please, Kane, I need you to move."
He starts slow, careful, but I'm having none of it. I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, demanding more.
"Harder," I gasp. "I won't break."
He gives me what I want, driving into me with a force that makes the bed creak. I can feel another climax building, coiling tight in my belly.
"Come with me," I beg, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Kane, come with me."
He slides one hand between us, finding my clit with his thumb. The added sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come with a cry that's part pleasure, part his name.
The feeling of me clenching around him triggers his own release, and he follows me over with a groan, burying his face in my neck as he spills himself inside me.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, both trying to catch our breath. Kane traces lazy patterns on my skin, and I've never felt more content.
"That was..." I start.
