Page 39 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

Rex ran both hands up my calves, over my thighs, and around the backs of my legs. His touch was unhurried enough that anticipation became its own kind of pleasure.

Then he spread my thighs and put his mouth on me.

The first warm stroke of his tongue over my clit pulled a sound from somewhere deep in my chest.

I caught the edge of the dresser with one hand and put the other on his shoulder.

He did not treat oral sex like a race toward the obvious result. He explored me with the same concentration he gave everything else, changing pressure when I responded, slowing when I tightened too quickly, then drawing me back toward the edge with a firmer stroke that made my thighs shake.

My fingers slid into his hair. “Rex, right there.”

He stayed exactly where I told him. His tongue worked my clit while two fingers pressed inside me, filling and curling until pleasure gathered into a tight, almost painful coil.

I stopped noticing anything beyond his mouth and the strength of his hands keeping me steady. My first orgasm hit hard enough to make my body tense around him.

I cried out, hips moving helplessly toward his mouth while the release broke through me in waves. Rex kept licking through the strongest pulses and eased only when the sensitivity became too much and I tugged at his hair.

My knees were trembling when he kissed the inside of my thigh before standing.

I looked up at him, breathless and flushed. “That was extremely competent.”

Rex laughed, and the warmth of it slid straight through me. “I’ll take that.”

I reached for his belt. “Don’t get comfortable.”

The buckle opened beneath my fingers. I unfastened his jeans while he watched me, the humor leaving his face as my hand slipped inside his boxer briefs.

His cock was thick and hard in my grip, and the size of him made my stomach tighten with anticipation. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the way his abdominal muscles drew taut. Rex’s eyes closed for a brief second. That tiny loss of composure was delicious.

I pushed his jeans and underwear down together, and he stepped free of them.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and drew him closer. His cock rose heavy and flushed between us. I ran my tongue over the head, and Rex’s hand settled against the back of my neck, firm but still, leaving every choice mine. I took him deeper.

The taste of him, the weight against my tongue, and the rough change in his breathing fed my own arousal almost immediately. I worked him with my mouth while one hand wrapped around the base, finding a rhythm that made his thighs tighten beneath my fingertips.

His usual control wore away instead of disappearing all at once. His breaths came deeper. His fingers flexed against the back of my neck. The muscles in his stomach tightened each time I took more of him, and I loved watching it happen.

My free hand moved between his legs, cupping his balls before rolling them carefully against my palm.

Rex inhaled sharply, and I looked up at him. The expression on his face encouraged me.

I drew back, kissed the underside of his cock, then lowered my mouth to lick slowly over one ball before taking it gently between my lips.

“Fuck, Georgia.”

The roughness in his voice sent a fresh pulse through my pussy.

I smiled against his skin and did it again.

Rex’s hand tightened in my hair as he let me continue until his cock jerked against my hand and his breathing lost its measured rhythm. Then he touched my jaw.

“If you want me inside you tonight, you need to give me a minute.”

I released him slowly.

“I definitely want that.”

He bent and kissed me, the contact deep and hungry enough to make me lean back onto my hands.