Page 11 of A Baby for the Mountain Man

“Sit.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Am I a dog?”

“I don’t know.” I trace my hand down his chest. “You tell me.”

With a smirk, he drops to the bed.

Satisfied, I inch up the skirt of my dress so I can straddle his thighs. Shoving my fingers through his hair, I bring his mouth to mine as he presses the small of my back with his hand. I can feel his hard length pressing against me as my mouth opens to his.

Our breaths grow shorter and faster as our tongues meet. My hips instinctively grind on his. My breasts are pressed against his hard chest. The kiss grows deeper and more frantic.

I have never wanted—never needed—anything more than this man.

And if we’re only going to have this one night, I want to explore all of him. Every. Delicious. Inch. Of him.

Pulling back, I kick off my heels and stand on the side of the bed. He watches me through lowered lashes. Unbuttoning his jeans, I lower them over his hips and to the floor with a little help. I can see his big, hard dick pressing against the black cotton of his boxer briefs. I cup him with the palm of my hand. He groans and bites his lip. It’s almost as if he bit my lip, a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

It’s empowering and sexy to know I can make this man want me every bit as much as I want him. Tugging down the boxer briefs, I release his cock and grab hold of it once again. I pumphim with my hand as I kneel on the bed and take him into my mouth.

Cliff sucks in a breath, and I lick the salty pre-cum from the tip.

Lowering my head, I take more of him into my mouth. His fingers slide into my hair. The sounds of his pleasure excite and entice me, urging me along. Guiding him toward an orgasm.

I suck and stroke. His breaths grow faster. I take as much of him into my mouth as I can. His thighs tighten, and I grip onto him, thrusting him to the back of my throat as his cum shoots out.

I take it in, hungrily. Swirling my tongue around him to get every taste of him that I can.

Once he’s given me all he can, I release my hold on him and straighten up. I stare down at him with fresh hunger inside of me.

I watch as he takes deep breaths, still coming down from the pleasure I just gave him.

The dampness between my thighs grows. It’s a heady feeling to be so in control of someone else’s pleasure.

And when his dark eyes open at last, the stormy gaze he gives tells me he’s going to return every bit I gave in full measure.

SIX

CLIFF

“Fuck.” I let my arm fall to my side. My body is still quaking from the best head I’ve ever received.

I open my eyes and lift up my head to see Sophie staring at me like I’m a piece of the wedding cake we didn’t eat.

Even though I’ve just spent myself, I can already feel myself growing hard again as I open my eyes and see Sophie staring at me like I’m a dish she’d like to sample.

Her lips are still swollen and glistening from the way she took my cock.

Pushing myself up, I reach for Sophie and pull her into my lap. My tongue tangles with hers. I can taste my saltiness on her.

I let out a low groan as I move my hands up the curves of her hips. I need to feel her. All of her.

Pulling us both to our feet on the side of the bed, I tear my lips from hers long enough to pull her dress over her head. I greedily scan her body.

I could look at her forever and never get tired of it.

But we don’t have forever.

We just have tonight.

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