Page 20 of Marked By the Mountain Man
His breath catches and his jaw tightens slightly. He steps closer slowly. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “If you want to learn to be good, you’re asking the wrong man.”
I swallow hard, my heart jumping out of my chest.
He brushes a thumb along my jaw, tilting my chin up. “I like you naughty. I get to do anything I want with you when you’re naughty.”
My knees go weak, but I hold his gaze, my heart thudding.
“Now beg me.”
“What?”
He grins, warm and wicked. “Beg me.”
This is new.
“Beg you?”
“Don’t play dumb.” His rough hand rests against my throat. “Use those pretty little lips to beg for my cock, or I’m going to turn you over, hold you down, and make you say it.”
Both options sound desirable, but naughty is always my first instinct.
“No,” I whisper, voice velvet-soft but laced with challenge, “I don’t beg.”
His eyes flash, dark and dangerous, and I feel the shift in him. You can see the way his restraint starts to unravel at the edges, and his cock pulsing with every bit of defiance I show.
“You sure you want to play it that way?” he growls, fingers tightening just enough to make my breath hitch.
I nod, unflinching. “I want you to earn it.”
He laughs, low and rough. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”
“I know,” I say, leaning in until my lips brush his jaw. “I’m ready to be taught my lesson.”
In one swift motion, he turns me over, grips my hips, and sinks into my soaking pussy with a groan.
It’s rough and wild, and with every growl that escapes his lips, I know he wants me, needs me, can’t get enough of me.
My pussy scrubs against the hand I’ve tucked between my legs, and in moments, I’m screaming out for relief, coming on his thick cock as he fucks the animal into me.
“Say my name. I want to hear it as you fall apart.”
I throw him a bone and obey… just this once.
“Knox.” My tone is broken and soft.
“Say it again!”
“Knox!” I manage as he thrusts into me harder and faster.
“You’re my naughty little girl, aren’t you? You’re so fucking bad.” He thrusts one final time and spills his seed inside of me with a growl. “Fuck!”
I lean back, taking all of him in, grinding the last bit of pleasure from his cock before he pulls out with a sigh.
We aren’t a second past our orgasms before he turns me forward and pulls me in against his chest. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I smile, “that was fun!”
“I love you.” His big hand holds my head in place against his chest as I listen to his heart race.
“I love you more,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to explain what happened up here that night I ran into the woods after the bear, or why I found that coin that looked just like my dad’s.Was it a ghost? Spiritual intervention? A sign from up above?
Whatever it was, it guided me home to the kind of love that doesn’t haunt, it heals. The kind of love that finds you in the dark and walks you back into the light. The kind of love that feels like home.