Page 52 of Fake Dating With The Mountain Man
“Amos,” I murmured.
“I’ve got you,” he said quietly, and he meant it in every possible way. “We don’t have to leave for the party for another hour. There’s time.”
He worked my lips open slowly, his thumb circling my swollen, aching center while two fingers pressed inside and curled in a way that made my whole body arch forward into him.
He watched my face the entire time, reading every catch of my breath, and adjusting the pressure until I was trembling and gripping the edge of the counter with both hands.
“That’s it,” he murmured as he kicked into overdrive, his fingers sliding in and out of my wetness with a rhythm that set me on fire. “That’s my girl.”
I came apart on his hand, a broken sound escaping my lungs as I crested. My head dropped to his shoulder while he worked me through every last shuddering wave.
I didn’t know how, but the manalwaysmanaged to make me come fast the first time. Almost as if it were a game to him, to see how quickly he could throw me over the edge.
He gave me a smoldering look, then positioned himself and pressed inside me.
His cock was throbbing, and he filled me completely, devastating me with his slow, controlled strokes.
Amos’s hands braced the counter, locking me in place, his eyes never leaving my face as he began to fuck me in earnest.
We moved together in the warm kitchen, unhurried at first, his lips finding mine between breaths, one of his hands sliding around to support the small of my back with a tenderness that made my chest ache even as the pleasure built again.
But when I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper, he could hardly handle it.
I felt him groan against my mouth as he started to lose control. His thrusts ramped up until the wild beast of a man was taking me, stealing me, making me melt right there on the countertop.
My breathless gasps turned to cries as he filled the aching void inside me with one hungry thrust after another.
As I peaked, he let go too, our pleasure mingling into one shared moment of heat as he thrust hard, harder, and hardest, before emptying himself into me.
Ilovedthe feeling of Amos coming inside me.
Nothing in this world compared to it.
We stayed tangled together on that kitchen counter for a long, breathless minute, his heartbeat thundering against mine, as the morning sun poured through the back door.
He’d left it open in his haste to catch me.
When we finally broke apart, it was with his name on my lips and his face buried in my curls. Both of us holding on like we’d never let go.
I used to think I was just another Friday night to him.
Just another woman he’d forget by morning.
But that felt like a lifetime ago.
His hand settled over my stomach, rough and steady.
Then Amos brushed his lips across my cheek, making me feel like I was the only thing in his world worth keeping.
“Darlin’,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, “I wasneverletting you go.”
I knew that now. And some part of me had known it all along. It had just taken us a while to put it into words.
He lifted me off the counter and set me carefully on the worn kitchen floor before murmuring, “Let’s go take a shower before it’s time to leave.”
The party at Zane’s was starting soon. All our friends would be there.
Amos had promised to barbecue some venison for the whole gang, and I had the cutest spring dress lined up to wear.
This was my life now. My perfect life.
Me and my man.
And soon… we’d bethree.
