Page 78 of Grumpy on the Mountain

This is claiming. This is possession. This is me making sure she understands that there's no going back now.

"This pussy belongs here," I growl, my fingers digging into her hips as I fuck her harder. "In my cabin. With me. Forever."

"Yes," she sobs, meeting every thrust. "Oh God, yes!Beau! Only yours."

Her words drive me wild, make me want to mark every inch of her skin, fill her so full of me that she'll never forget who she belongs to.

I reach around, finding her clit with my fingers, and she explodes around me with a scream that echoes off the cabin walls.

"That's it," I rasp, feeling her pussy clench around my cock,squeezingme. "Come for me. Show me this sweet cunt knows who owns it."

She shudders through her orgasm, but I don't stop. Not when she feels this perfect, not when she's making those gorgeous sounds, not when she'smineandstayingand everything I never let myself dream about.

I pull out suddenly, flipping her around to face me, lifting her onto the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist as I drive back into her soaked core.

"Fuck," she moans against my mouth, tongue diving into mine, tasting me. "Yes, right there, Beau. Right there."

I pound faster, deeper this time, watching her face as I stretch her around my cock.

"Look at me," I command, one hand tangling in her hair. "I want to see your eyes when I fill you up."

Her green gaze locks with mine, wide and dazed and full of love, and that's when I lose it completely. My rhythm becomes erratic, desperate, chasing the release that's building at the base of my spine.

"Come with me," I growl, my thumb finding her clit again. "Come on my cock while I fill this perfect pussy."

She detonates around me with a cry that makes my ears ring, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave crashes through her.

I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, pumping rope after rope of come into her welcoming heat. The pleasure is so intenseit borders on pain, my entire body shaking as I empty myself inside the woman I love.

For a moment, we just cling to each other, both breathing hard, both slick with sweat. She's still wrapped around me, my cock still buried inside her, and I never want to move.

"Holy shit," she finally whispers against my neck.

"Yeah," I manage, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Holy shit."

She pulls back to look at me, her hair a mess, cheeks flushed, and she's never looked more beautiful.

"So," she says, a grin tugging at her lips. "I guess we couldn't wait until we actually made it to the bedroom."

"Are you complaining?" I ask, running my hands over her curves.

"God, no. I've been wanting to jump you since you showed up at the BBQ with all that lumber." She laughs, shaking her head. "Do you know how hard it was to make small talk with the entire town while watching you build things with those talented hands?"

"About as hard as it was for me to watch you charm Jamie Striker while wearing that little sundress," I growl. "I wanted to drag you up here hours ago. She the world just who you belong to."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because your niece was critiquing my construction techniques and half the town was watching us." I nip at her jaw, laughing. "But I knew the second we got through that door..."

"What? That you would turn into a caveman?" she teases, sliding her hands over my shoulders, across my scars and gripping my muscles. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Good," I say, already getting hard again just thinking about her watching me all damn afternoon. "Because we've got a lot of lost time to make up for."

She grins wickedly. "Well then, we should probably clean up so we can get started on that."

I grin and lift Molly, throwing her over my shoulder. "Caveman style it is."

Molly laughs as I carry her into the bathroom and plonk her down on her feet.