Page 14 of Bewitched By the Mountain Man
My thumb drags along her bottom lip. She parts her mouth, and I press the pad of my thumb inside, circling it once against her tongue. Her eyes flutter, but she doesn’t pull away.
Neither do I.
"Someone could come through that door any second."
"I know."
That’s all it takes to break me.
I surge forward, capturing her mouth with mine, stealing the breath straight from her lips. Her hands clutch at my shirt, dragging me closer, and I don’t resist. Control slips clean out of reach, and I let it.
This is insane. We're in a stairwell. Anyone could find us. But I can't stop.
I pin her against the wall, my body caging hers.
“You are doing this to me. I’m a man in control, always have been. But you… you make me lose it. You make me want to break every fucking rule.”
She opens her mouth but I’m done with words. My hands go to my belt, unbuckling it quickly. I slide the leather free, looping it in my hands.
I wrap the belt around her mouth, pulling it tight between her lips like a gag, buckling it behind her head. Her muffled gasp sends a jolt to my cock.
“No more questions. No more talking.”
I spin her around, shoving her chest against the wall, her hands braced on the concrete. My fingers tear at her jeans, yanking them down with her panties, baring her perfect ass.
“Look at this,” I say, slapping her ass hard. “Look what you’re making me do.”
I grip her hair, pulling her head back, arching her spine. My other hand frees my aching cock.
“This won’t happen again,” I snarl, rubbing my cock against her soaking pussy, teasing her entrance. “You hear me? This is the last time.”
She moans in protest and I slam into her from behind. Her muffled grunt through the belt is all I need to hear.
I don’t ease in. I don’t give her time to think. I fuck her hard, each thrust pounding the questions out of her head and replacing them with something I can control.
My hand tightens in her hair, yanking just enough to arch her back, to force her to take me deeper.
I need her distracted. I need this more than I should.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I rasp, slowing for a moment, letting her feel every inch of my length. “You want to know me, Tessa? This is the only way you’ll know me.”
She moans through the belt, her body begging for more even if her mouth can’t. I spank her again, harder this time.
“That’s it, take it,” I growl.
I thrust in slowly, dragging out to the tip before slamming back in. Her grunts turn to whimpers as her pussy pulses around me.
“I don’t do this…. I break my rules… but you... you’re under my fucking skin.”
I reach around, finding her clit, rubbing rough circles as I pound into her.
“Come on my cock,” I order, grazing my teeth along her neck. “Show me how much you love being fucked like this.”
She explodes, a muffled scream vibrating through the belt. Her juices coat my cock and I lose it, slamming harder, chasing my own release.
“Fuck,” I growl, spilling deep inside her.
I pull out slowly, watching my come drip from her swollen pussy. I unbuckle the belt from her mouth, tossing it aside, and spin her to face me.
