Page 32 of Beastly Mountain Man

“Good.”

Then his tongue touched my pussy.

My hips lifted off the bed.

The sensation was warm, wet, and direct, no slow teasing designed to make me beg for something I had already asked for. He licked over my clit, adjusted when my thighs tightened, and did it again.

“Oh, fuck.”

Lucky made a low approving sound against me.

One of my hands found his hair.

He slid a finger inside me while his tongue circled my clit.

The pressure built immediately.

Then he added a second finger and curled them.

I gasped.

“Again.”

Lucky did exactly that.

I stopped thinking about how long it was taking, stopped wondering whether I should be quieter, and stopped planning what I ought to do next for him.

His mouth stayed where I needed it. His fingers kept the same rhythm instead of changing because I had reacted.

Pleasure gathered harder and tighter until my legs began to shake.

“Don’t stop. I’m close.”

He didn’t.

My orgasm broke through me in a hard rush. My back lifted, my fingers tightened in his hair, and I came against his mouth with my pussy clenching around his fingers and his name spilling out of me louder than I had expected.

Lucky kept touching me until the shaking eased.

When he moved back up my body, I was breathless and laughing softly.

“That was...”

He kissed me before I finished.

I tasted myself on his mouth.

Instead of pulling back, I opened for him and kissed him harder.

My hand went to his jeans.

This time he did not stop me.

We got the rest of his clothes off together.

His cock was thick and hard, flushed at the head and heavy when I wrapped my hand around him.

Lucky’s breath broke.