Page 51 of My Three Mountain Men

Her lips brushed against the naked skin of my cheek, nose brushing over the hair of my beard, and I moaned lightly. “Simone…”

She didn’t respond, her small frame rising to lift the blankets as she began to explore the rest of my body. In the darkness, I couldn’t see much, but I felt the tickle of her blonde tresses against my naked abs, teasing over the ridges of my chest. And my cock responded against the material of my boxers, the only clothing I wore at that moment.

I was in no position to fight her, but I didn’t want to, not anymore. I had been skirting around this inevitable moment for weeks, and honestly, I was glad that Simone was putting an end to it finally.

“Simone…” I mumbled again, unsure of what else I intended to say.

“I want you, Ryder. I’ve always wanted you. Are you going to tell me that you don’t want me?”

She raised her head, the blankets creating a teepee over her as she peered at me from the base of my chest challengingly. “Tell me you don’t.”

I moaned softly, shaking my head. I couldn’t tell her that, and she knew it. But she didn’t demand a response as her hand slipped around the waistband of my boxers, lowering them as her head disappeared beneath the surface of the sheets once more.

Skillfully, she yanked my underwear around my legs until I was fully naked but for the bandages, but Simone carefully avoided them as her mouth explored my body until her tongue found the massive bulge of my center.

“Holy shit…” she whimpered. “You really are all related.”

I chuckled, bucking upward to drive the tip of myself into her waiting lips, and she eagerly accepted me, her tongue wrapping around the head of my shaft. A burst of energy surged through me then, and I threw the blankets aside. Suddenly, the need to see her taking me in her mouth surpassed any weakness in my body.

Our eyes locked as she inhaled me deeply, her breath catching when my girth locked in the back of her throat. My dick pulsated there, and for a moment, I wanted to blow right there and trickle all the way down her windpipe.

But I held off. This had been too many weeks of anticipation to simply let go so easily.

Her warm palm cupped my sack, and her eyes disappeared as she fell into a rhythm, suctioning me long and deep as I groaned loudly.

Fully hard and suddenly worried I wouldn’t be able to keep myself at bay, I reached for her. Simone gasped, startled by my abrupt motion.

“I’m not finished!” she protested.

“I haven’t even started,” I growled, flipping her over.

She lay on her stomach, her body sprawled across my bed, and the sight was exquisite. She gazed up at me over her shoulder, worriedly.

“Easy now,” she breathed. “You’ll pop a stitch.”

“I don’t care,” I rasped, and I meant it.

She had started it, after all. I pressed my lips to her shoulders, and she buried her face in my pillow to allow me more access. My legs twined to her, my shaft against her cheeks.

One of her hands clenched the pillow, her head turning slightly back to look at me. I caught her lips with mine, our gazes locking again.

“Take me,” she begged me. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside of me for so long.”

I wanted to give her what she wanted, but I couldn’t yet. I had some catching up to do. I wanted to enjoy every moment, to savor all the sensations that I had so cruelly denied us.

I placed another deep kiss on her mouth, trailing off along her back. She arched upward, and I slid my hands under her, hands falling along the curve of her nipples, the flat of her stomach, until I found the smooth, wet swell of her clit.

I circled my finger around it, and she gasped. Her body trembled, and pride swelled in my chest. I wanted her to feel pleasure, and I wanted to be the one to give it to her. I wanted to give her everything she wanted, to protect her from the cruelty of the world. The connection I had felt with her for so long was finally being solidified, and I didn’t want this moment to end.

I moved my hand lower and slid two fingers inside her slowly, feeling the tight grip of her walls around me. She moaned, and I moved my fingers in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. Each time I moved, her body trembled, and I felt the increasing pressure of her pleasure. I moved my lips to her neck and kissed her soft skin as my fingers moved inside of her, and my thumb encircled her clit.

She backed against me, urging me inside her. My cock reacted, but I willed myself to wait. My mouth continued along the curve of her back, and she cried out, begging again for my cock.

“Stop teasing!” she cried. “I’ve waited long enough—oh!”

My face buried between her cheeks, fingers still working along the front to manipulate her sopping nub. A scream of pleasure radiated through her body, engorging my already throbbing shaft, and in seconds, she shuddered from my touch.

“Oh, my God!” she whimpered. “I-I didn’t even know that was coming.”

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