Page 41 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

Rex felt the reaction.

“There?”

“Yes.”

He thrust upward the next time I lowered myself.

Pleasure flashed through me.

“Again.”

He gave me what I asked for.

The rhythm became something we built together, no longer mine or his. I rode him while he met me from below, his strength adding depth without taking the pace away from me.

My thighs began to burn, and I welcomed it. I reached between us and rubbed my clit. Rex’s attention dropped to my hand, and the hunger in his expression made me wetter.

He slid one hand around my hip and held me steady enough that I could keep the pressure exactly where I needed it.

My second orgasm built from several directions at once: the thick stretch of him inside me, the friction under my fingertips, his thumb moving over my nipple, and the way he looked at me like watching me take my own pleasure was as hot as anything he could do.

The tension wound tighter. I leaned forward, one hand flattening against his chest.

“Don’t change anything.”

“I won’t.” His voice had gone rough, and that was the last push I needed.

I came around his cock with a sharp cry.

My body clenched hard enough that Rex swore beneath me. Pleasure rolled through my pelvis in deep pulses, stealing the rhythm from my hips until I could only hold on and let him move beneath me.

He slowed instead of pushing through it, giving me time to come all the way down.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. The expression on his face sent another warm shiver through my body. I bent and kissed him.

“You’re still being very controlled.”

Rex’s hands settled more firmly around my hips.

“You want me not to be?”

I wanted to know what he felt like without all that restraint. “Yes.”

His gaze held mine for another second, and then he moved.

Rex rolled us with a strength that pulled a startled laugh from me before I landed on my back with him above me.

The laugh disappeared when he drove into me again.

The change in angle made him feel even bigger.

I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He thrust deeper, rougher now, and pleasure broke through the oversensitivity left by my orgasm.

“Oh, God.”

Rex kissed me hard.