Page 14 of Protective Mountain Man
Isaiah set me down on my feet, hiked up my skirt, and lifted me up again onto the kitchen counter. “Get ready, sweetheart.”
But before the words finished leaving his mouth, he whipped his dick out and pushed it inside.
We both cried out as I adjusted to his size, my pussy stretching around his thick, stiff cock.
And then he moved back and forth, gaining speed with every passing second. It was hard, fast, and almost punishing, but so fucking good. I pressed my body against his, my mouth clamping down on his shoulder, as he fucked me hard on the kitchen counter, slapping skin and moans filling the surrounding air.
Isaiah let out a loud howl as he came hard, filling me with his hot seed, my orgasm following close behind, my pussy squeezing his dick as I convulsed with pleasure.
“Fucking hell.” I mumbled as pleasure shocks ran through me.
“I fucking love you, sweetheart.” Isaiah said before kissing me.
“I love you too. So much.”
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