Page 11 of Her Mountain Man Outlaw
“Yes.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s breathy, keening with need. Tension is building between my thighs, my clit throbbing in anticipation as Maddox slides his hand into my panties, cupping my mound with his giant hand. I arch my back, shivering as he runs his fingers down my slit.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so wet for me.”
He pulls back to look at me, his icy blue gaze doing nothing to cool the heat between my thighs. It feels like I’ve stepped into a dream, a fantasy. Things like this don’t happen to girls like me…but as Maddox’s fingers graze my clit, I know this is for real.
And it feels so good.
He kisses me again, swallowing my moans as he rubs my clit, sending sparks of pleasure between my thighs. His movements feel like he’s testing me, trying to find what will make me shatterbeneath his fingers. He presses hard, rubbing in circles, teasing and tugging at the sensitive nub until I see stars.
“Oh!”
My orgasm hits me by surprise. I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing hard as I squirm against Maddox. My core throbs against his hand, and when I open my eyes, his face is hovering inches above mine. He looks…hungry.
“You look so pretty when you come.”
The praise warms me, but Maddox doesn’t give me long to catch my breath. He’s already grabbing at the sweater I’m wearing, pushing it up to expose my stomach. I’m usually self-conscious about the plumpness of my belly, how it sticks out, but Maddox is already kissing down my skin, hands roaming, moving down my body like he can’t get enough. When he reaches the waistline of my panties, he tugs them off me, breathing hard.
“Fuck, Sophia, you’re so beautiful.”
He’s moving fast, getting off the couch and kneeling on the floor. He pulls me to the edge of the couch, then pushes my knees apart, exposing my dripping folds to his gaze. It’s overwhelming. I’m vulnerable, laid bare like a raw nerve, the scent of my arousal hanging in the air. My instinct is to cover myself, slam my thighs closed. But then Maddox slips his tongue between my folds, and all my thoughts dissolve like snowflakes.
Oh God.
He circles my throbbing hole, delving inside me, fucking me with his tongue until I’m trembling. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, mingling with the crackle of the fireplace, the howl of the wind outside as a desperate moan rips from my mouth.
“Maddox!”
He makes noises deep in his throat, grunts of satisfaction as he devours me, his beard brushing my most intimate spot as helicks up to my clit. He sucks hard. My eyes roll backward. I grab at his hair, mewling as he brings his fingers between my thighs, thrusting them into me as he worships my clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, his voice muffled against me. “Fuck yes, sugar…”
He’s like a man possessed. He pumps his fingers faster, filling me up, his movements frenzied. I sob his name, everything pulling taut, an elastic band ready to snap.
“Maddox! I’m so close.”
His fingers slam against the perfect spot, hooking inside me as he gives my clit another hard suck. It’s all it takes. My body bucks, hips writhing as pleasure rockets through me. Sweet release. It steals the breath from my lungs, my cries turning wild as Maddox forces me to take every shiver of pleasure. He lets out a hoarse groan, his whole body juddering, but he doesn’t let up until he’s sure I’m sated.
When he pulls back, his eyes are molten with lust. His beard glistens with my juices, and he presses a kiss on my bare inner thigh before looking down at his jeans.
“Fuck, sugar. You made me come.”
His words surprise me, but sure enough, when he straightens up, I can see the dark stain on his jeans at the tip of his bulge.
“But I didn’t do anything?” I say dazedly.
Maddox lets out a hoarse chuckle, pressing a kiss on my forehead. “You did plenty,” he says. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
I glow at his words, grabbing his hand and pulling him back on top of me.
“That was really amazing,” I whisper, nuzzling against him. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, princess. It was my pleasure. Believe me, I could taste you all day.”
I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. He holds me close, brushing feathery kisses on my face, and we stay like that for a while, breathing in time, our heartbeats syncing. It feels so safe. So right.
“I better get myself cleaned up, sugar,” Maddox says eventually, easing himself off me. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
His tone is light when he says it, but I can see the seriousness in his gaze. Like he really needs me to promise I won’t disappear on him.
