Page 14 of Soul of the Mountain (Curves in Hope Mountain #2)

GABBY

“ H ow do you think the kids are doing?” Sullivan asks me for the third time since we dropped them off at Cutter and Sadie’s house earlier.

“They’re probably loaded up with sugar and running around with their cousins,” I assure him. Cutter and Sadie’s kids are only a few months older than ours. Sonya, our oldest, just turned six, while Kelly is a bright and bubbly three year old.

“You’re right. I’m just not used to having both of them gone.”

I snuggle closer to my husband on the couch, and he wraps his arms around my shoulders.

Sonya has had sleepovers with family friends in the past, but this is the first overnight stay for Kelly.

She loves Sadie to pieces, and I trust my best friend to take care of her.

Sullivan, on the other hand, might need a distraction so we can actually enjoy our first night alone in years.

Sullivan tips his head down, resting his forehead on mine. I smile up at him and kiss his nose before slanting my mouth over his. My husband gladly lets me slip my tongue between his lips, and I can feel the tension drain from his muscles as he sinks into our kiss.

I grin internally at how easily he gives into me. I love it.

Leaning back, I break our kiss, laughing slightly when Sullivan pouts. “Trust me, I have better things in store for you,” I purr.

I don’t give him a chance to question me as I slip off the couch and kneel in front of him, grabbing at his belt before he can convince me otherwise.

He always insists on making me come first, and don’t get me wrong, it’s generous and incredible and amazing.

But sometimes a girl just wants to pleasure her man.

Sullivan tangles his fingers in my hair and bends forward to try and kiss me again. I allow him one small peck, but then I place my hand on his chest and make him look me in the eye. “You’ve already given me so much, now let me.”

He grins and then groans as I palm his cock over his jeans. I work his belt and zipper in no time, and then pull out his glorious cock.

“Fuck if you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m gonna come in your hands,” he grits out.

I smirk at him, biting my lip as I slowly stroke him with both hands.

“Jesus,” he grunts.

Bending down, I lick the tip of his cock and dip my tongue inside the little slit on top, just the way I know he likes.

Sullivan hisses out a breath and throws his head back.

I kiss the head of his shaft and then lick up and down his length, paying careful attention to the thick, throbbing vein on the underside of his dick.

I feel his fingers tangle in my hair. He fists my strands and guides me back to the tip of his cock, letting me know what he needs. My mouth opens automatically and I swallow him down, moaning as I suck him deep into my mouth.

“Gabby, god, baby. You’re incredible.”

I respond by opening up even more for him, taking him into my throat and gagging on his huge dick.

Sullivan grunts and snaps his hips, fucking my mouth while he holds me still.

I love it. Love when he uses me for his pleasure.

I know he’s going to give it all back to me when we’re done, but I’m not even focused on that right now.

All I can concentrate on is the way my lips stretch around his girth.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last, love,” he warns.

I moan around him and feel him twitch, precum dripping into my mouth as I suck him down. I reach out and massage his balls, giggling when he tenses up and swears loudly. I suck him faster, harder, rougher, slobbering all over his cock and squeezing his balls.

He grunts like an animal and then cups the back of my neck, pausing my motions. “Wanna come inside you,” he grits out. “Need it.”

Sullivan seals his declarations with a life-altering kiss. He breaks our connection only so he can pull down my yoga pants.

“No panties?” he growls.

I shake my head no and smile seductively at him. In one swift move, Sullivan has me over his shoulder, my bare ass up in the air as he shuffles with his pants still on and his dick swinging between his legs. I laugh at his eagerness to get to the bedroom.

My breasts jiggle as I hit the mattress and Sullivan’s eyes lock on them, his pupils blown wide with lust. “You’re a fucking goddess. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

I smile up at him, watching as he strokes himself. I grab my tits and twist my nipples, my legs spreading wide open in invitation. Sullivan kneels down beside the bed and grabs my ankles, pulling me towards him till my ass is on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, look how wet you are for me, baby. Does giving your man pleasure turn you on?”

“God yes, Sullivan. So much.”

He grunts and then dives into my pussy, making me moan as he laps up my juices.

There’s nothing sweet or tender about the way he’s devouring me.

Sullivan nips at my clit, making me jump and tense.

I feel his tongue and teeth everywhere, driving me higher, higher, higher, close, so close, one more lick…

I shake with the need for release, my entire body strung tight as my back arches trying to get him right where I need him. Sullivan plunges two fingers into my dripping cunt and bites down on my clit.

I snap, screaming his name and gushing all over him. He licks me, sucks me, feasts on me even as wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through my body, taking me under, washing me away until I’m floating, falling, finished.

Not giving me much time to enjoy my blissful, post-orgasm bliss, Sullivan flips me on my stomach and pulls my hips up so I’m on all fours. He smacks my ass and massages away the sting. With a grunt, he enters me in one stroke, thrusting his dick deep inside of me.

He growls and pulls out, making me whimper.

“You need this cock, Gabby? Need me to fuck you nice and hard?”

“Yes! Please, god, please fuck me.”

“Love when you beg for it, beautiful. Sexiest goddamn thing in the world.”

With that, he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads me wide open, slamming his fat cock in and out of me again and again. I can’t catch my breath, he’s pounding me so hard. He’s merciless in the way he stretches me, breaks me, destroys me. I fist the sheets and scream as my orgasm rips through me.

“That’s it, milk my fucking cock,” he grits out, fucking me right through my orgasm, never letting up.

I’m raw, throbbing, and so, so sensitive, but I need more. Each stroke gives me a sharp pleasure bordering on pain, but I need it. I push back into him and swivel my hips. We both cry out as he wedges his dick deeper inside of me and grinds down, hitting my special spot with the head of his cock.

I’m right there, so close I can taste it, so close my pussy starts pulsing, so close I hold my breath and wait for the burst of bliss to rock through me.

But then Sullivan pulls out.

“Nooo!” I cry out. It’s almost painful to not have him in me, to not have him give me my release.

Sullivan chuckles, though there’s no humor in his voice. No, this is my wicked, filthy Sullivan who can’t get enough of me. I love it.

He flips me over again so I’m on my back. Sullivan grabs my thighs and spreads me wide open, dragging his cock up and down my soaking wet slit, but never entering me. I whimper and beg and writhe beneath him.

Sullivan bends down and licks the sweat from between my breasts, trailing his tongue up to the hollow of my neck before biting me there softly.

“Tell me what you want, Gabby. Tell me how I can worship your gorgeous fucking body,” Sullivan whispers in my ear as he continues to tease me.

I draw a shaky breath and turn my head to kiss him. Sullivan quickly takes over, breathing me in, tasting me, consuming me. His kiss is everything, all of his love, his commitment, his urgent need. It’s somehow both sweet and savage. It’s perfect.

When we finally break apart, I dig my nails into his back, making him growl.

“Fuck me, Sullivan. I need to come,” I moan.

“Anything for you, Gabby.”

With that, he thrusts into me, making obscene noises as he fucks his huge cock in and out of my dripping cunt. Sullivan snaps his hips and tears me apart from the inside out. He grunts each time he hits home.

I feel that coil winding up deep inside, each stroke making it tighter, tighter, tighter…

Sullivan reaches a hand in between us and rubs furious circles over my clit until I snap, moaning his name, coming again and again around his thick dick.

I bury my face in Sullivan’s neck and bite him there, marking him as mine. Clinging to his tense frame, I dig my nails into his back and hang on as my body is wrung dry. Sullivan roars his release, pumping in and out of me until my pussy is overflowing with his cum.

Sullivan collapses on top of me, a sweaty, sated mess. He rolls us over and drapes me across his chest. We don’t say anything just yet, both of us soaking in the silence, the calm, the beauty of the afterglow.

“Love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “That was incredible. I didn’t realize how much I needed it. Thank you.”

I grin and prop myself up on his chest so we’re face to face. “It’s not like I didn’t get anything out of it,” I tease. “Three orgasms isn’t too shabby.”

Sullivan chuckles and sweeps a few strands of hair behind my ear. “You’re my favorite person. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

I tilt my head, nuzzling into the palm of his hand. “Thank you for seeing past my defenses all those years ago. You peered right down into my soul and showed me what it means to be loved.”

“Thank you for giving up your life in Denver. Do you ever regret it?”

“Absolutely not,” I tell him truthfully. “You’ve given me a life I thought only existed in fairy tales.”

“A dirty fairy tale?”

“A very dirty fairy tale indeed,” I say with a wicked smirk.

He grins at me and then takes my lips in an all-consuming kiss. We have a lifetime of moments just like this ahead of us, and I know I’ll be thankful for each and every one.

THE END