Page 22 of Grumped By the Mountain Man

“Then stop wasting time,” I pant.

“I won’t. Never again.”

A second later, he’s scooping me up in his arms and heading for the bedroom.

Chapter Seven

Jaxon

The moment I place Ayla on the bed, she pops up reaching for my cock. Her little pink tongue swiping over her bottom lip before she places a kiss on the head is the damn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt.

I sink my fingers into her wet hair and I’m about to pull her off when her breathy plea stops me.

“Please, Jaxon. I want to. I’ve wanted to for years.” She sucks on the head again, her tongue licking a bead of precum. “Please.”

When she begs like that, how can I not give her what she wants? She looks like a damn goddess, looking up at me with those wet, long eyelashes, her mouth eager but careful. Her fingers gripping the base of my cock are soft and gentle.

“I won’t break, butterfly,” I grunt and she takes me deeper, rougher, my fist guiding hers up and down my shaft. “Squeeze harder.”

She does, gripping the base of my cock tightly with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other. Her eyes water and she gags every few sucks, but the sight and sound are damn erotic. Her determination to please me and her sweet little tongue is what’s about to take me over the edge though.

I try to tug her off again but she shakes her head and takes me deep into her throat. It’s too good for me to resist and I cup the back of her head holding her in place as I explode.

“Swallow it,” I groan, not that I need to tell her. Her throat’s already contracting around me as she takes every last salty drop.

When she comes off my cock with a wet pop she looks up at me with a big grin, pride shining in her eyes, and pink tinting her cheeks. “Was it good?”

“The best, butterfly.” I bend to kiss her deeply and wipe the wetness from her chin with the towel I’d brought from the bathroom. “I wish you could’ve seen yourself. You’re so damn gorgeous and now it’s my turn to taste you.”

She smiles wider and goes to lie on the bed when I stop her.

“I don’t want you on your back,” I say, laying flat on the mattress and propping a few pillows behind my head. “Get on top of me in reverse so we’re stomach to stomach.”

“Why?”

“You’ve been teasing me with that glorious ass for years. I want to bury my face in it while I’m eating your pussy.”

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