Page 22 of Mountain Man

“Had a lot of time to imagine what I’d do to you when I finally found you, Birdie. Naked, over my knee while I played with you, making you wriggle and squirm and come all over my fingers was one of my favorites.”

Oh God. He went deep, so deep, fucking me like that. His other hand slid under me and he cupped my breast, squeezing, teasing my nipple.

“Love these,” he said. “These big soft tits. Love your ass, and your hips and your cute rounded belly. Fucking perfect, Birdie.”

His blunt words made my head spin, and turned me on even more than I already was. His thumb was resting against my behind, lightly pressed against my hole and it felt good, so damn good.

I tried to push back, but I was being held down over his knee, completely at his mercy. His work-rough palm and thick fingers worked between my thighs, and I loved it. I loved that it was me who he was showing this side of himself to.

He thrust in hard, and I jolted and bit deeper into his flesh. He worked me over and over, teasing my G-spot, driving me to the edge. And when he next pushed inside, he stayed deep, thrusting shallow rapid thrusts that, combined with his thumb pressing harder against my ass and the way he tormented my nipple, had me coming with enough force to knock me unconscious. I screamed, loud enough to scare away any animals in hearing distance.

Hank gently removed his hands from between my thighs and under me, and then they were moving over me, massaging, caressing. I lay there unable to move for the longest time. Not wanting to.

Finally, I lifted my head and caught sight of my teeth marks on his skin. “Oh God, Hank, I’m so sorry.”

He lifted me like a limp rag doll, which was exactly how I felt. “I like them,” he said, all deep and gruff, then carried me to the bed.

He was hard again, painfully so.

Hank came down on top of me, his mouth attacking mine with a hunger that set me alight right along with him. I gripped his shoulders, the bulging muscles flexing under my hands, and spread my legs for him automatically—which put the head of his cock right there.

I moaned.

His hips jerked forward at my needy sound, and he slid in about an inch, stretching me.

He tore his mouth from mine. “I’m sorry.” Strain lined his face. He was breathing heavily, and his arms shook. “I shouldn’t have done that. I—”

I dug my heels in when I thought he might pull out. “God, don’t stop. Fuck me, Hank, please. Fuck me.”

He hovered above me, eyes burning into mine, and I watched a change come over him. His stomach muscles, his thighs, God, every muscle in his body tightened—a reminder of his immense strength, of how badly I wanted him to let that loose on me, to give me everything. He was hanging on to his control by the thinnest of threads. Watching as it washed from his face, as animal need took over, sent anticipation spiking through me.

A growl exploded past his lips, and his hips snapped forward. His cock thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out as a string of curses flew from his mouth.

He held himself still above me, staring down at me, breath hissing through his teeth. “I’ve only done this once before. If I do something wrong, something you don’t like, tell me, sweetheart. Please, tell me.”

It was impossible to form an answer when my body was still adjusting to him, to his size, so deep inside me. All I could do was cling to him tighter.

On a groan, he pulled out and slid back in.

We both groaned.

Then he really started moving.

His big body covered mine, rolling, driving into me. His grunts and growls filled my head, and I felt his muscles bunching beneath my hands as he thrust into me over and over again.

He looked down on me, jaw tight, teeth clenched, the tendons in his neck bulging under his skin, and I moaned his name.

“Christ, wrapped around me so tight. So tight, sweetheart,” he said, voice as rough as gravel.

I dug my heel into his firm ass and twisted my hips, grinding into his next thrust.

“Oh God, oh fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut tight. “You can’t do that. You can’t move on me like that. I won’t last, and I want this to last.”

His face was flushed, his expression hiding nothing. The man was sweet and fierce all at once. “I’m nearly there already, Hank,” I said. “You’re perfect. This is perfect.”

His eyes opened, and his hot gaze dropped to my chest, to my swaying breasts. “Look at you,” he bit out. “Goddammit, Birdie, my fantasy girl brought to life. Don’t want this to end. Never want this to end.”

His whole body went solid and I knew he was holding back, waiting for me to come first. He didn’t have to wait long. With the next thrust and grind of his hips, I screamed, my pussy clenching around his iron-hard length repeatedly as it drove into me without mercy.