Page 33 of Beastly Mountain Man

I smiled.

“There you are.”

His eyes narrowed with amusement and desire. “What does that mean?”

“It means I like hearing you.”

“You’re going to hear me.”

That promise sent a fresh pulse through my pussy.

I stroked him again, slower.

His hand tightened briefly against the mattress.

I watched his reaction, wanting it because it belonged to him rather than because it proved something about me.

“Does that feel good?”

“Very.”

The roughness in his voice thrilled me.

I kissed his chest and moved my hand again until Lucky caught my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“Not too much.”

I looked up. “Why?”

“Because if you keep doing that, we’re changing tonight’s plan.”

I laughed. “There was a plan?”

“There is now.”

He kissed me and eased me back against the pillows.

Lucky settled over me, supporting his weight on his arms while the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

He pushed in slowly.

The stretch made me inhale sharply.

He stopped at once.

“I’m okay. Give me a second.”

“You’ve got as long as you need.”

I rested my hands against his back, letting my body adjust around the thick pressure of him.

When the sensation changed from sharp to deliciously full, I lifted my hips.

“Now.”

Lucky moved deeper.

A moan slipped out of me.