Page 73 of Nine Month Contract
My brows lift because the hard-and-fast bit worked pretty damn well last night. But I let him do it his way instead because he’s right—it’s freeing to let go of control. With all the other men I’ve slept with, I’ve been in my head the whole time. Not necessarily in the driver’s seat, but fretting over body position and length of time I should be doing oral versus how loud my moans are and are they believable or can they tell I’m faking it. It’s a deep, insecure part of me that I don’t even like to admit to myself. But magically, I’m not pretending anything with Wyatt Fletcher. He basically stopped me in my tracks when he saw me try to wipe my cum off his face. He’s apparently a perceptive caveman.
Wyatt moves his fingers to my clit, teasing it as he pumps his thick, veined cock in his fist. He presses one finger deep inside me, groaning when he sees how wet I am.
Welcome to pregnancy hormones, my friends! I’m wetter than the Niagara Falls during a rainstorm these days. The dumb pregnancy books recommend wearing panty liners or packing extra underwear when you’re away from home for longer periods of time. But I kind of think this mountain man might be a better solution.
I reach down and grip Wyatt’s hand between my legs. “I don’t want your fingers.”
“What do you want, Lucky?” he asks, a look of intrigue in his eyes as he stands to full height and continues pumping himself.
My eyes drop, and I see a tiny bit of precum leak out of his tip, so I sit up on my elbows and reach for him, sliding my finger over the warm liquid before pressing it to my clit.
“I want you inside me,” I reply breathlessly.
His eyes squint as if in pain, the veins in his neck taut. “Are you still good with no condom?”
I nod, unable to find words anymore, elated by the idea that I am seconds away from feeling that fullness that I ache for again. I want that throb back. I miss it.
The bed dips as he comes down over me, his body like a delicious, heated blanket as he holds himself on top of me. I reach down and position him where he needs to be, and a low growl vibrates in his chest as he pushes slowly into me, watching my body take him inch by glorious inch.
A burn lights up my insides as he stretches me to capacity, and a bark of a laugh escapes my lips when I think about his dick being good prep work for childbirth.
“Something funny about my cock inside you?” Wyatt asks, looking amused and not at all offended as he thrusts even deeper into me.
I gasp, my body at odds with the intense feeling between my legs and the ridiculous thoughts going on in my head. “My thoughts are insane. Just ignore me.”
“Tell me,” he commands, dropping his chin to eye me carefully. “No shame.”
“Maybe a little shame,” I reply with a wince and splay my hands on his chest as I muster up the bravery to say the crazy part out loud. “I was just thinking about how your gargantuan dick should make childbirth a little bit easier.”
He frowns, clearly not understanding my thought process.
I bob my head up at him. “Because you’re stretching me out.”
He processes my reply, biting his lip and moving inside me again, sending shock waves through my limbs. His voice is deep and boyish when he asks, “So I’m the biggest you’ve had?”
“Yes.” I snort laugh.
His smile is swoony. “And the best?”
“Okay, let’s not get carried away.”
That response made Mountain Man angry as the muscle in his jaw twitches. “Tell me,” he barks, his body tense as he thrusts deep into me again.
My limbs jitter with need as my fingers dig into his muscled arms. I glance down at where we’re connected. “This is literally the secondtime you’ve been inside me, so I haven’t had enough time to fully assess your skill level.”
I lie. I lie through my fucking teeth because I’m a lying liarson.
A wicked grin spreads across his face, and I realize I’ve never seen this man smile so much. Sex makes grumpy Mountain Man happy. His voice is deep and rumbling when he replies, “Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that.”
And his smile falls right before he sits up on his knees and tosses my legs up on top of his shoulders. He yanks me toward him and begins thrusting into me, taking my breath and my voice in one fell swoop. The punishing grind is so intense I see stars, and I lose complete track of time as I experience a spontaneous fucking orgasm.
But, like, not just any orgasm. It’s one that won’t quit.
Most orgasms in my life could be compared to going down a long slide. That little flip you get in your belly? That’s what my climaxes have felt like. Intense and good for a second…but then over.
This orgasm?
It’s like the biggest roller coaster in the entire world. It’s like a roller coaster with no breaks, just loop-de-loops and drops and spins and swirls. It’s so long-lasting time ceases to exist, and I start to wonder if it’s one orgasm or a series of orgasms on top of others.
