Page 7 of Mountain Man’s Curvy Girl (Summer In The Pines #4)
Ethan
Her heat is slick and warm, coating my fingers as they slide against her pussy, and I let out a low growl that rumbles deep in my chest. “Fuck, Chloe. You’re so wet. All for me?”
She whimpers, her hips rocking into my hand, and that sound—sweet and desperate—nearly sends me over the edge. My cock is straining against my jeans, hard enough to make me lightheaded, but this isn’t about me. Not yet.
“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart,” I rasp, curling my fingers just enough to hit the spot that makes her cry out. “Right here, right now. I need to hear you scream for me.”
Her hands claw at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I work her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. Her clit is swollen and begging for attention, and when I brush my thumb over it, she gasps, her thighs trembling on either side of my lap.
“Ethan,” she moans, her voice shaking as her head falls back. “Oh my God…”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to her neck, sucking lightly on the soft, sensitive skin just below her ear. “That’s it, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”
Her hips jerk against my hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I fuck her harder, faster, my thumb circling her clit in rhythm with every stroke. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, and I can’t stop imagining what it’ll feel like to be buried inside her.
But not here. Not yet. She deserves better than the cramped cab of my truck.
Her breath catches, her entire body tensing as she hurtles toward the edge. “Ethan, I—I’m—oh my God, I’m—”
“Come for me,” I growl, my voice rough and low. “Let me feel you, Chloe.”
Her cry shatters the quiet, raw and broken as her pussy clamps down on my fingers, her juices soaking my hand. She’s trembling, gasping for air, her head falling against my shoulder as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” I murmur, slowing my movements but not stopping, drawing out every last shudder from her body. “You’re so fucking perfect, Chloe.”
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Chloe
My whole body feels like it’s floating, like every nerve is still sparking with the aftershocks of what Ethan just did to me. My legs are trembling, my chest heaving, and I can’t seem to stop clutching his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer now but still tinged with that rough, growly edge that makes my toes curl.
“I—yeah. I think,” I stammer, my cheeks burning as I bury my face in his neck.
He chuckles softly, his large hand smoothing up and down my back. “You think?”
I nod against him, too embarrassed to say anything else. How do I explain what just happened? That I’ve never—
The thought slams into me, sharp and terrifying, and I pull back just enough to look at him.
“What is it?” he asks, his brows furrowing as he studies my face.
“I, um…” I bite my lip, my heart pounding so hard I’m afraid he can hear it. “I’ve never… I mean, that was my first…”
His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, I swear he stops breathing. “Your first what?”
I swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat, but I force them out. “Everything. I’ve never been with anyone before.”
His expression shifts, darkening with something I can’t quite place—something primal and possessive that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’re a virgin,” he says, his voice low and rough, more a statement than a question.
I nod, my cheeks burning. “Yeah.”
He exhales sharply, his hands gripping my hips like he’s trying to keep himself steady. “Fuck, Chloe. You’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, but he shakes his head, his fingers tightening just enough to make me gasp.
“Don’t,” he growls. “Don’t apologize. Fuck, I should’ve known. You’re too sweet, too innocent for someone like me.”