Page 40 of Playing With The Mountain Man

Well, he fucking was now.

I never knew words could have just as much effect as his touch, but apparently, my body obeyed his every command.

“Cody.” His name fell like a desperate plea from my lips.

My sass, my stubbornness, hell, even my independence evaporated as he popped the button on my slacks and slid his hand straight into the front of my panties.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned as I dropped my head back and let it knock against the heavy wooden door.

“Sweetheart, you’re fucking drenched,” Cody told me as he dipped two fingers inside me.

I pressed up on my toes as he finger fucked me slowly. Aggravatingly slowly.

“You were going to go to work all worked up like this, weren’t you?” he asked, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my fingers dug into his shoulders.

“I … I …” I couldn’t form words.

“Talk to me. You were going to work a whole shift needing this, weren’t you? Look at me, Tillie. Open those pretty little eyes and look at me.”

I forced my eyes open and met his darkened ones. I don’t know where I summoned the strength, but as he pumped his fingers, I managed to choke out an answer through desperate breaths. “I was going to take care of it.”

“Sweetheart …”

“Mmmm.” My heavy eyes fell closed again, and my head rested against the door as he circled my clit with his thumb.

“You don’t ever take care of it,” he instructed. “I’m your man. If you need me to take the edge off, bend you over the back of the couch, or fuck you until you can’t walk, you tell me, and I’ll take care of it. Always.”

Cody crooked his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside me, and I felt the warmth building.

My whole body burned, and my vision blurred.

“You wanna come?”

“Need to,” I choked out, digging my fingers in even deeper.

“You gonna tell me next time you need me to scratch the itch?”

“Mmmm,” I murmured as my hips found their own rhythm.

His fingers stopped moving. Buried deep inside my core, I could feel the stretch, but I needed him more.

My head snapped up, and my eyes sprang open.

“You gonna tell me next time you need me to fuck you?”

“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled, reaching down and wrapping my hand around his wrist, trying to encourage him to keep going.

“Tillie?”

“Fuck me, Cody. Fuck me now. I need it. I need it fast and hard and deep,” I demanded, losing control of all rational thought. Nothing else mattered except the impending orgasm I was teetering on the edge of.

Cody smirked and those dimples reappeared. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His fingers were moving again, his thumb increasing speed on my clit as the explosion barreled down on me.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna … I’m gonna.”