Page 13 of Mountain Man's Obsession

CHAPTEREIGHT

AINSLEY

Brewer carries me to the bedroom and tosses me down on the mattress before falling on top of me and fusing his mouth to mine. He dominates this kiss, tangling his tongue with mine and owning me with each demanding stroke.

I love feeling his weight on top of me, pressing me down and pinning me in place. I spread my legs for him, but my movement is halted when I accidentally kick him with my boot. Brewer pulls away from me and chuckles breathlessly, resting his forehead on mine as we recover.

“Guess I forgot to get you undressed, huh?” he says, kissing his way down my neck.

I nod, still not able to form words yet. My skin hums with awareness of every place he’s touching me. Brewer pops open the first button on the shirt I’m wearing, placing a kiss over the exposed skin. He continues unbuttoning the shirt and kissing down my chest and torso, finally spreading the material open so I’m bare before him.

Brewer slides off the bed, sinking to his knees and taking off one boot and then the other. He massages my feet so tenderly while giving me a fierce look. The combination of his sweet touch and feral eyes has me twisting in his grip, trying to relieve the ache threatening to take over my body.

Sensing my need, he grips my thighs in his massive hands and pries my legs apart. I cry out and bow my back off the bed when Brewer presses his thumb over my clit. A sudden powerful burst of pleasure slices through me and rattles me to my core.

Before I can recover, his tongue is on my dripping wet cunt, licking me and nipping at my sensitive flesh. He nudges my clit with his nose and then spears his tongue into my little hole, scooping out my juices and drinking them down.

Then I feel him drag his tongue lower, lower, lower, until it’s teasing my back entrance. I gasp at the filthiness of it all, but the forbidden nature makes me even wetter. He licks around the tight ring of muscles and growls.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper. “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck,” my whisper turning into a loud moan when the very tip of his tongue pushes inside. Brewer rubs my clit in furious circles, and I grip the sheets, twisting them in my fists as my body expands and contracts. “Brewer, I’m…”

I shatter before I even finish my sentence. My orgasm rushes through me with such intensity, I shoot up off the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Brewer shoves me back down with a hand spread out over my stomach. He holds me there, making me feel all of it, every last drop of bliss.

I lay on the bed, an absolute puddle. I’m vaguely aware of Brewer standing up and tearing his clothes off. When he doesn’t return to me right away, I manage to sit up on my elbows, though it takes considerable effort. I pry my eyes open and see him standing in front of me, pinching the head of his cock as he tilts his head back and takes a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he grits out. “Trying not to come right now.”

“Oh. But I haven’t even touched you…”

“You don’t have to touch me to make me delirious with desire, angel. Every fucking thing you do turns me on, but watching you come…” He groans and strokes his dick. I finally get a good look at it, and my jaw drops open. “You gotta stop looking at me like that.”

I barely register his words, mesmerized by the white drops of liquid steadily pouring from the tip of his cock. Suddenly I want to taste him like he’s tasted me twice now.

Brewer squeezes his eyes shut as his entire body shakes. I slip off of the bed and sink to my knees in front of him. I have no idea what I’m doing, I just know I need to run my tongue over his hard length. Leaning forward, I lick up the drop of pearly liquid from his tip, gasping as the salty flavor hits my tongue.

“Ainsley! Jesus, woman, what are you doing?”

He sounds angry. I sit back on my heels and look up at him. Brewer’s hazel eyes are nearly black as they stare right through me.

“Did I do it wrong? I wanted to taste you like you tasted me.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, my sexy fucking angel. Don’t stop now, love. Anything you do will feel amazing. It’s all for you, Ainsley. All for you.”

His words make me bold. I replace his hand with mine, gripping the base of his cock. I give him a few strokes like he was doing, testing out what he likes. Brewer hisses out a breath when I squeeze him harder. Tightening my grip, I begin pumping in a steady rhythm while parting my lips and taking the head of his shaft into my mouth.

Brewer mutters a string of curses under his breath and weaves his fingers in my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. He tugs at the strands and I look up at him, his dick still halfway in my mouth.

“So goddamn beautiful, Firefly. So perfect, sucking my cock like a good girl.”

I feel myself blush at his praise, and I continue taking him deeper while jerking off the base of his cock that won’t fit in my mouth. He grunts and bucks his hips, stuffing me so damn full of him. I love it. I crave it.

“Shit,” he growls. Brewer yanks my head back by my hair and lifts me up before guiding me toward the bed. His hands skim down the sides of my body almost reverently, and then he pushes me backward, my back landing on the soft mattress. “Need to be inside you when I come,” he grunts.

I nod my head and spread my legs for him, inviting him to do just that. “I want that too,” I whisper.

Brewer climbs up my body and crashes his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss. “How is every single thing you say the hottest goddamn thing?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before his tongue is in my mouth again.

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