Page 61 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

“You really want all of this?”

I looked over my shoulder again. Hoo-buddy. That was a big dick.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

He swallowed thickly. “I brought condoms,” he said carefully, “but I wasn’t assuming, I promise.”

“I bought a douche from a lady who was old enough to see Star Wars in the theater. Get the condoms.”

The bed shifted when Beau got up. He dug through his overnight bag as I remained ass up, on my knees and forearms. Waiting for a cock was awkward; there was no way around it. Not that you could’ve moved me from this spot for all the money in the world.

“Turn over,” he commanded. “I need to see you.”

You don’t hafta tell me twice.

I spun over and settled back against the pillows. By the time he returned to the bed, I had my legs bent at the knees, open to him.

He took a deep breath, almost as if to fortify himself before rolling the condom down his slightly terrifying length. He knee-walked between my legs, his massive thighs flexing, arms and pecs rippling as his cock and balls bobbed. He set a pillow under my hips.

“You still good?”

I nodded, taking him all in. “Better than I’ve ever been.”

He grinned, leaning forward, touching his lips to mine as he lightly pressed his cock against my hole. He deepened the kiss and pushed his hips forward. Just the head, just enough. I threw my head back, mouth open.

“Too much?” he asked, kissing my chin.

I shook my head. “So good.”

So much better than silicone. God.

Just like with themuch smallerdildo, he patiently inched back and pushed forward, again and again, getting me used to his size. If I thought he’d stuffed me with that trial dildo, this was a whole new level. I went soft, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

“It’s like having the Chrysler building up my ass,” I groaned, laughing.

“Do we need to take a break?”

His gentle words were everything to me, and I made sure I had his full attention when I answered him.

“Do not stop,” I demanded.

“Yes, sir.”

We snort-laughed, which … ouch. Then … ahhh.

He didn’t stop, but I was grateful that he took his time. Finally, after God knew how long, he was fully seated.

“Well, you’ve ruined me for all other men,” I cracked.

I thought I’d at least get a pity laugh, but all I got was silence. My eyes fluttered open, and the expression on his face was so serious that I almost wanted to take back the stupid joke. I reached out, cupping his jaw. He turned his head and kissed my palm, and it hit me that not one bit of this was funny.

“I’m so glad I’m doing this with you,” I murmured.

He nodded, his expression softening as he kissed me again. Finally, he began thrusting. Like him, I had no control over the sounds that flew out of my face. At first, I was just bearing down, enduring it, hoping to … I don’t know. Get used to it?

Thankfully, his thorough prep and patience eventually allowed me to relax. We found a rhythm andoh.

Broad spectrum pressure against my prostate was—ah, fuck—really fucking amazing. The way his fat head dragged against it back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I realized something crucial.