Page 22 of My Three Mountain Men

I didn’t even have the foresight to think of his cousins, my desire to be taken right then and there mounting. All the stress of the past few days was coming to a head inside me, and suddenly, I felt like this was the only means of release.

His kisses on my skin stirred an exquisite, unfamiliar feeling, like gentle flames igniting deep within me, setting my heart ablaze with a rush of emotions. It was as if he held the power to unravel me completely, yet at the same time, he made me feel safe and cherished.

Brooks’ head dropped lower, nudging along my collarbone. His thumb brushed across my nipple, arousing an unrelenting need to have him closer. His kisses trailed lower still, and my nipple promptly disappeared into his mouth. A surge of wetness flowed from between my legs. My head fell back, eyes training on the cast iron chandelier overhead. It swayed gently when I raised my legs to lock over his hips as he moved down to discover every crevice of my trembling form.

He stopped to pull off his sweater, and I peeked, my mouth gaping to see the rippled six-pack, although I didn’t know what else I was expecting. Of course he was built like that. He did nothing but chop wood and hunt all day, or at least that is what I envisioned him doing. Eagerly, my hand reached out to touch the ridges of his stomach, but he had already resumed his journey across my stomach, my thighs rising higher.

I didn’t fight it, knees fully up around his shoulders now. My head turned again, and I thought I caught a movement in the doorway, but when I looked again, my vision hazy with passion, I saw nothing.

Anyway, Brooks’ tongue exploring my middle was far too distracting for me to take notice or care about anything else at that moment, a low, guttural groan growing inside me.

“Oh, Simone,” Brooks mumbled, his mouth full of me. “You are delicious.”

His words only fueled my desire, and I bucked upward to urge him deeper, a prompt he didn’t really need. His tongue resumed its deep, even laps, and I moaned again, fingers curling uselessly against the surface of the dining table.

I propped myself up on my elbows, one hand reaching for his crown of dark hair, the other maintaining balance as he continued to devour me, but all I could think of was having him inside me, imagining how big and thick his cock must be.

“Take me,” I begged him. “Please!”

He ignored me, his licks growing more intense and steadier, his determination driving me closer to the brink of climax, and I realized I was going to have no choice but to succumb to his quest.

A yelp escaped my lips, hotness flooding out of me, and Brooks sighed with contentment, his hands firming from their place around my hips. Ensuring he prolonged my orgasm, he finally lifted his head and slid up toward me, one hand moving toward my face, the glow of his face unrecognizable, but I wasn’t worried. I ground my teeth, bucking upward as he freed his throbbing cock from his jeans, the pants shimmying down around his perfect ass to fall over his ankles. He was even bigger than I expected, definitely the biggest I had ever seen. I was almost worried about how he would fit inside of me, but I wasn’t about to stop him.

Higher I raised my ankles, fully exposed, to allow him to fuck me, lubed and ready to go.

He paused, then said, “I don’t have a—”

“I have an IUD,” I assured him. “I’m clean, and I won’t get pregnant.”

A wicked smile played across his lips.

My nails dug into his shoulder now, and he plunged into me, a scream echoing through the walls. Brooks tried to stop the noise from escaping my lips by pressing his mouth to mine, but it was too late. The damage was already done. If anyone were in earshot, they would have heard it.

I couldn’t have cared less. I was in utopia, the full hardness of Brooks’ erection shooting me far out of the cabin and into the stars.

His skin was hot and slick with sweat, and my bare breasts pressed against him as he pounded into me, grunting, each thrust harder than the last. Even with our mouths pressed, bodies melding, there was no stopping the intense friction that Brooks had started.

His eyes were hooded in pleasure, his breathing labored and erratic. A surge of raw desire grew in my belly, and I used every ounce of the strength in my legs to pull him into me deeper, relishing the feel of each perfect inch of his enormous cock.

I wanted more, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough of the pure medley of intense pleasure, lust, and ecstasy. Every movement he made sent me closer to the edge. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, and his pubic bone pressed against my clit with each plunge into me, as if our bodies were made to fit together perfectly at this moment.

My second orgasm was upon me as quickly as the first. The sensation was all-encompassing—every nerve in my body was alive, a pulsating force that spread from my toes to my fingertips. The room filled with my moans, and I couldn't help but cry out as my entire body quaked and shuddered. I was deliriously lost in the intensity and pleasure of it all.

“Good girl, Simone,” he rasped, feeling my release, his teeth biting onto my lower lip.

“I can’t hold back,” he growled, revealing the last of his resolve, spinning him into the climax he had been fighting against himself.

His own hot spurts shot through me, and I yelped with pleasure, this cry unfettered by his lips as he buried his face in my neck, panting and groaning. Sweat trickled down his face as he waited, catching his breath as I did with mine.

When the moment had passed, I lay there in a euphoric haze, breathing heavily and trying to regain control of my quivering limbs. For a long moment, neither one of us spoke—me because I wasn’t sure what to say.

Does he regret what we just did?His lack of words fueled more doubts in my mind.

“Are you good?” he asked, finally breaking the silence. He pulled off me and peered at me worriedly.

I flashed him a watery grin.

“Good?” I echoed. “I’m a little more than good.”

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