Page 59 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

He wrung me out, twisting his hand over the head. Going, going.

“Close,” I warned again.

He kept stroking. I didn’t trust it, but he kept going.

“Close,” I choked out, desperate.

God, I wasn’t going to be able to help it.

“Come,” he said softly in my ear.

I had never fully believed it when someone would come on command in porn, but I believed it now. That one word, as close as I was, as desperate as I was, was the ignition on a five-gallon bucket of gasoline. I was in orbit.Nuclear.

I came so hard that it hit his chin. My balls ached from the force of it. I don’t even know what kind of sound that was that came out of my throat, but it was as if I’d come not just with my cock, my balls, but with every millimeter of skin.

And I kept coming. Coming until I was drained, sore, and had lost all sense of direction. Even as he put his hands back on me, it was almost too much. I shivered and jerked.

“Sosensitive.”

He tickled his fingertips across my nipples. I jerked even harder, and he kept … doing it. Stroking one finger along my cock. Loosely cupping my emptied balls. Every touch was torture and ecstasy.

I didn’t know how I was gonna make it happen, but I was gonna marry this man.

Chapter 17

Clark

While it was true that I had done a little edging in my past, I’d researched how to do it to a man. I could see why that was his favorite porn. The videos I researched were so fucking hot, and I had no idea if I was up for the task.

The fact that it worked, that he came like a fountain, was …incrediblysatisfying.

I fully expected revenge for keeping him on edge for so long.

The second he had recovered enough, though, he grabbed me and tossed me face down on the bed.

“You still good for this?” he asked, nipping at my ass.

“I was edging myself,” I admitted, lifting my hips. “I’m dying here.”

He chuckled, seemingly happy with that information. Before I could beg—which I was one hundred percent willing to do—he buried his face in my ass.

God, his tongue. Licking, teasing, nipping at my hole, driving me half wild. I wanted his tongue inside me so badly, but was weirdly shy about asking—ah, ah,ah.

He didn’t need to be asked. I gripped the sheets as he pushed inside, still blown away by the fact that I could fucking orgasm this way. Ass play was the fucking best.

I could’ve come from his tongue alone, but we had a mission. I whined when he pulled back, then groaned when he pressed his lubed finger inside me. So fucking good… Oh, fuck. The second finger. Were his fingers this thick the first time around?

And then I looked over at his cock and remembered why all this prep was necessary to begin with.

He took his time stretching me, stroking me, adding a third finger. Stopping when I got close.

It was what I deserved.

When he finally grabbed the dildo, a shiver went through my body.

“You still okay to do this? We can stop.”

“No! I need it.Now.”