Page 23 of Grumped By the Mountain Man

Her pink flush turns red but like the good girl she is, she climbs on top of me and backs that soaking slit right against my mouth.

Finally. I sink my fingers into her soft ass and massage her flesh as I suck on her clit and fuck her tight channel with my tongue.

She’s so damn sensitive, scrambling to her knees every second when it becomes too much in an attempt to get away from me. But there’s no escape. I use her ass to force her hips back down on my face, and each time it’s wetter than the last. By the time I’m done with her, my nose and chin are slicked in her wetness and she’s digging her claws into the mattress to crawl away from me.

“Where are you going, baby?” I ask, grabbing her ankle and flipping her over onto her back.

“Please,” It comes out as a moan and whimper in one as she tries to lock her knees together.

“I love it when you beg,” I say, using my knee to part hers before settling into the cradle of her thighs.

“Jax—” she cries as I take a pink nipple into my mouth while running my fingers through her wetness to find her clit again. “Let me come down first.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, rubbing her faster and lining up the head of my cock to her entrance.

She bites her lip, her heels digging into the blankets as she bends her legs with a wince. I’ll have to wrap her ankle and dress the wound on her shin as soon as we’re done. Then, despite her inevitable protests— she’s always loathed going to the doctor— I’ll have to take her to the clinic to ensure nothing is broken.

With the way she’s squirming around seemingly unaffected, I doubt it, but still.

“No, but it just feels like, oh,” she gasps when I release her nipple and suck on the other one.

“Like too much?” I ask between sucks.

“It feels like all of me is on fire.”

“Good.”

I pinch her clit and her hips snap up as I sink the head of my cock into her slit, just past the ring of tight muscles.

“That means you’re ready. Say you trust me.”

She squirms as I rub her faster and I know she’s close.

“Look at me and say you trust me.”

Those beautiful green irises peek out at me. “I trust you,” she grounds out between heavy breaths, her breasts heaving. The moment her legs begin to shake I slide into her, tearing through her barrier, and shallowing her cry of pain.

Locking her hips down with mine, I pepper kisses along her jaw and neck.

“Just breathe, butterfly. It’ll pass.”

In a few moments it does and she rocks her hips against mine. We go slow at first and it’s delicious torture, with her gripping me so tight, I’m ready to erupt inside of her after a few pumps. But I hold off as she finds her rhythm, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as she climaxes, her muscles contracting around me, trying to milk me for all I’m worth as I pound into her.

“Jax,” she whispers, and I struggle to look at her. Struggle to hold on. “Say you trust me now.” Her good leg locks around my hips, pulling me in deeper. “Say you trust me with all of you.” Her eyes glance down between us and I immediately know what she’s thinking.

I grip the back of her neck and pull her up to kiss me, our tongues tangling together before I finally let her go.

“I’m not holding back any part of me from you ever again. Why do you think there are no barriers between us now? I want nothing more than for us to fill that nursery.”

I put my arms under her good leg and lift it higher. She helps, her toes damn near touching the headboard.

“Then fill me.”

Her commanding tone is my undoing. Burying myself as deep as I can, I pour all of myself into her.

“I love you, butterfly.”

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