Page 19 of Mountain Man's Obsession

“Is it working?” I breathe out, rolling my body and shaking my hips. I’d feel silly, except the way Brewer is looking at me tells me everything I need to know. He loves the show, and wants more. I do, too.

My mountain man stands to his full height and prowls toward me, the fierce look in his hazel eyes causing my thighs to squeeze together. He closes the distance between us, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling me head back so he can crash his lips down on mine.

“Always,” he grunts before taking my lips again.

Brewer takes control of this kiss, walking us backward until my back is pressed up against the wall. He slides his tongue against mine, his hands roaming over my curves and clawing at my clothes. Brewer pulls me away from the wall and somehow shuffles us towards the bed while stripping both of us down.

Brewer takes a step closer to me, erasing the distance between us. He runs his hands up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.

“Please,” I whimper, not even caring that I sound desperate. I am. He’s right there with me.

“I’ve got you, love. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, gripping my hips and guiding me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs. Brewer gently lays me out on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him.

I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fist.

“Please,” I whisper again, my hands trailing up my torso to cup my breasts. My skin is so sensitive, every light touch seems to go straight to my clit, making it throb in anticipation.

Brewer tears his eyes away from where they were locked on my pussy, and he grunts again when he sees me playing with my nipples.

“Fuck, Ainsley. You’re so damn sexy.” He’s on me in the next instant, covering my body with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on my skin and leaving little love bites up my torso and on my breasts.

I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When he finally reaches my mouth, Brewer slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.

My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. I feel his long, thick cock glide against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’s so close to where I need him I nearly cry in frustration.

Brewer sits back slightly and gathers my wrists up in one of his massive hands. He raises my hands over my hand and pins them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck.

“Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate. Brewer drags his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, then he nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp. “Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Ainsley. Are you ready for me?”

I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Brewer growls and reaches down between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses out from my core, overwhelming my body.

I wiggle my hips, making sparks sizzle and burn across my skin. Brewer groans, leaning over me, one hand still holding my wrists above my head while the other trails up my side. He squeezes my breast, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

My back bows off the bed, and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand between my back and the mattress, pushing my chest up so he can feast on me. Brewer grinds his cock into me, filling me up before pulling back and slamming into me roughly.

My breasts jiggle with every thrust as he sets a relentless pace. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his sculpted ass, crying out when he hits that spot inside me that pushes me right up to the edge.

I feel my muscles tense as my pussy tightens around his thickness. He lifts his head from my chest and studies my face, no doubt sensing how close I am. My thighs shake and a shiver runs up my spine, seizing my lungs and forcing out a scream as I come around his cock.

Rivulets of pleasure course through my body, making every nerve ending spark to life. Brewer fucks me through it, never letting up. He still has my wrists secured in his grasp, despite all my writhing around and trying to twist away from the intense pressure and sharp ecstasy he’s creating deep inside of me.

I swear I’m about to come again, but suddenly Brewer isn’t on top of me anymore. I hardly have time to register his absence before his large hands grasp my hips firmly. Brewer flips me over effortlessly, then pulls my hips back so I’m on all fours.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide.

Brewer thrusts into me, growling when he bottoms out. I let out a broken cry as I unravel for him, my orgasm ricocheting through my body but never leaving me completely. I’m so fucking sensitive, so raw as he pounds into me.

“I-I-I ca-ca-n’t…” I stutter out, unable to take a full breath.

“You can, baby. Trust me, you can. Feel this with me. Fuck, feel it, Ainsley.”

I whimper and nod my head, staying right here with him in the moment, struggling to hold myself up on shaky arms while my pussy knots around him over and over. Incoherent words and strangled, almost tormented sounds fall from my lips as Brewer tears me apart, fucks me so good, so hard, so damn rough. He’s branding me with each savage stroke, claiming all of me, body and soul.

Brewer slides his hand around to my front, spreading his fingers out over my stomach and pulling me even closer to him as he ruts into me. His hand creates even more pressure.

My fingers curl into the sheets, fisting them as I try desperately to hold myself up. When he brushes the tips of his fingers over my clit, my knees wobble and my arms give out completely. I face plant into the pillow, my ass still in the air, Brewer still pounding away. He pinches my clit and I sob out yet another orgasm. My pleasure spikes as white hot bliss fills my veins. When it fades away, I’m completely limp. Boneless. Held up only by Brewer’s punishing grip on my hips.

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