Page 26 of Trick or Treat with the Mountain Man
He let out a husky laugh. “It’s a muscle strain. Not an injury. I actually checked in with my physical therapist about it, and they gave me the green light. I can have sex with this lame-ass hip. He even suggested it as… exercise. But maybe today we can start with you on top.”
I might be a train wreck at work later on tonight if this was how he planned tostartour visit. The idea filled me with delight.
Tyler positioned himself on the bed, looking like a mountain beast comfortable in his den, cock standing straight up. He was ready for me.
I straddled him as he slid the tip of his cock up and down against me. I was practically purring for him as I slipped down onto him, his shaft filling me up. I sunk down all the way to the base, getting every last inch inside me.
Then, I just studied the man for a moment.
Tyler was staring up at me in a way that went beyond just attraction. I saw strength on his face, combined with something tender. He acted like this meant as much to him as it did to me.
Keeping my eyes glued on him, I started shifting up and down, a rise and fall as old as time. Had I ever wanted to ride a man’s cock as much as this? I didn’t think so. At least I couldn’t remember it ever feeling this good.
And I had a suspicion that the reason it felt so good was because we were meant to be.
Could you fall in love with a man in the span of just a few short days? Until this week, I hadn’t believed it was possible. But now… I was desperate to keep seeing him.
He started to match my movement with thrusts of his own, but I shook my head. “Why don’t you save your strength? Let me do this. You just lie back and relax.”
Tyler grunted in approval, and put his hands on my hips, moving them in tempo to my motions.
This wasn’t going to take long.
What had started off slow and controlled had turned chaotic.
I was sliding up and down on his cock like a possessed woman now. I needed to feel the friction, and the fullness, followed by the emptiness of retreat. With each lift of my hips, I rose up off of him, and with each drop I filled myself with him again. And again. And again.
Ohhhh.Had anything ever felt this good?
He’d already brought me to the edge of an orgasm out in the living room, so my body was primed. But when he slipped a hand down to my clit and started rubbing, I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
I went frenetic. Tiny cries escaped my lips as I rode his cock.
His eyes roamed between my face and my breasts, and I knew he was watching them fly up and down as I rode him hard.
This was it.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I clenched down tight on his cock, a stranglehold, tighter, tighter, tighter.
It was right at the moment that I peaked that Tyler gently pinched my clit. It drove me so far over the edge that I couldn’t control myself.
Then I cried out so loud I feared Abby and Silas heard me over the hill.
Collapsing down on his chest, I didn’t care if I was being selfish.
The man hadn’t come yet, but I couldn’t keep going. Not while my body was trying to figure out how to put itself back together again.
But Tyler didn’t seem to mind.
He laughed, a low, hearty growl, then said, “I like watching you come, Ava. I’ve never liked anything better in my life.”
Slowly I came back to my senses. I was still on the man, clutching the muscles of his arms, sweaty and spent and a little crazy. My heart was skipping beats, it was galloping along so fast.
“You’re… you… even when you don’t do anything. You’re like catnip,” I whispered breathlessly.
Another chuckle slipped past his sexy lips, and he rubbed his chin across my cheek, his soft beard tickling my skin. “I’ve neverbeen called catnip before. Are you a kitty cat who needs to keep coming back for more?”
