Page 34 of Beastly Mountain Man

He withdrew slowly and pushed back in, finding a rhythm that gave my body time to follow. Each stroke felt heavier, hotter, more consuming than the last.

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

Lucky groaned against my neck.

The sound made me clench around him.

“Do that again,” he said.

I laughed breathlessly. “I’m not sure that was voluntary.”

“Still liked it.”

His mouth covered mine.

The pleasure inside me built slowly this time, broader than the first orgasm, every deep stroke feeding it without quite pushing me over.

I shifted beneath him.

Lucky noticed.

“What do you need?”

The question could have made me freeze.

Instead, I answered it.

“Touch my clit.”

His hand moved between us.

Two fingers found me.

I jerked beneath the first firm circle.

“There?”

“Yes. Keep that pressure.”

Lucky kept the pressure exactly where I had asked.

His cock drove into me while his fingers worked my clit.

The combination dragged a cry from my throat.

“Harder.”

Lucky looked into my face. “My hand or my cock?”

The explicit question sent another wave through me.

“Your cock. Keep your hand like that.”

His jaw tightened.

“Okay.”

Then he gave me exactly what I had asked for.