Mountain Man's Accidental Surprise - K.C. Crowne Page 0,7

wasn’t fair to the rest of the men in the world that someone like Graham existed. None of them would stand a chance against him. And I’d probably be ruined for all other men for life. But what a way to go.

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice he was coming toward me until he lifted my chin.

With a boyish grin, he said, “My eyes are up here.”

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Shh,” he said, pressing a fingertip to my lips. “Don’t apologize for anything, you hear me? You could do no wrong tonight, sugar.”

He leaned down and kissed my lips, stealing my breath. Then he moved lower, dotting kisses along my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a pleasurable sigh, melting into his arms.

“May I remove the rest of your clothes?”

I nodded, unable to find the words to speak in that moment.

He reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall forward. He stepped back from me, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

“Damn,” he let out a low whistle as he stared at my mostly nude body.

He took my breasts into his massive hands. He needed large hands to hold them. My soft, pale skin against his naturally tanned, rough hands was a beautiful sight. My pink nipples were hard and ready, begging to be touched.

Graham brought his mouth to my nipple, his tongue circling it and nearly bringing me to my knees. No one had ever touched me like this or kissed me so intimately; it was all so new to me. My skin ached to be touched, to feel his lips pressed against every inch.

Graham sucked on the nipple, eliciting a whimper. I ran my hands over his head. His hair was short but soft to the touch. My nails practically dug into his scalp.

“Please…” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for exactly, I just knew I needed something. Anything. Whatever he would give me.

“Please what?” he asked.

“I need you, Graham,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

He slipped my panties off and let them fall to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, backing into the bed. He nudged me into a seated position on the edge, and I happily obeyed. I was like clay in hands, willing to do or be anything he wanted me to be, as long as I would have him all to myself.

He pushed my thighs open, exposing my most intimate parts. His fingers brushed against my lips, parting those as well.

“Mmm, you’re so wet for me, beautiful,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want—” I wasn’t sure how to ask for it. My inexperience was clearly showing, and my cheeks flushed again.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, lifting his lustful gaze to mine.

I nodded, nibbling my lip.

“Then I need you to tell me.” His fingers circled my clit, teasing me even more. My body yearned to be filled, and it felt like something was missing inside me.

I wasn’t sure if this was some sort of power play, or if he just wanted to be crystal clear that I was consenting. Either way, I found it incredibly hot.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice low.

He pulled his hand away from between my legs and lifted my chin up to look him in the eye. “Louder, sweetheart. I couldn’t hear you.” There was a dark look in his eyes. As if he could hardly contain himself, but for some reason, he wanted to play a little game with me instead of rushing all in.

I cleared my throat. “I want you to fuck me,” I said, speaking louder than before.

“Good girl,” he growled.

He motioned for me to lay back on the bed, and I did as I was instructed. He climbed on top of me, all muscle and tattooed flesh. His eyes stared deep into mine, and I had a moment to think about whether or not I should tell him I’m a virgin, but the words didn’t come out in time.

The head of his thick cock parted my lips and thrust into me. I reached around him, holding on for dear life as he stretched me open. I wasn’t sure I would be able to take all of him inside of me at once, but my body adapted for him, and he filled me, reaching the inner depths with just that one thrust.

There was a quick flash of pain – more like a feeling of being stretched.