Page 41 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

I cried out while my pussy clenched around his fingers.

Jonah kept his mouth on me until the last tremor passed.

Then he kissed the inside of my thigh.

I lay breathing hard, one hand still tangled in his hair.

“You’re very good with your mouth,” I said.

His beard scraped my skin when he smiled. “I had clear instructions.”

“You had one instruction.”

“It was enough.”

He stood, unlaced his boots, and set them beside mine before removing his jeans and boxer briefs.

His cock sprang free, thick and fully hard.

I sat up and wrapped my hand around him.

Jonah’s stomach tightened.

“Now?” I asked.

His voice lowered. “Yes.”

I stroked him once, feeling heat and weight fill my palm.

He closed his hand over mine.

“If you keep doing that, this is going to be shorter than either of us wants.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“It’s a warning.”

“You said warnings were questions.”

“This one isn’t.”

I released him and moved farther onto the bed.

Jonah followed.

He came over me, bracing his weight on one arm while his other hand opened my thigh.

The head of his cock brushed my wet entrance.

I drew a breath.

He stopped.

I wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled him closer.

Jonah pushed into me.

The first thick stretch made me gasp.