Page 89 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

I squirmed a bit more.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear his smile. He loved this shit.

The slicking sounds coming from behind me were so, so good. “Up on your knees, sweetheart,” he said.

I immediately did as asked, and he slicked between my cheeks, his fingers finding me, pressing inside of me. He loved every part of this. He had never once lost his patience, and I knew he never would.

When he was done, he lay back and tapped my outer thigh. I was careful as I turned to face him. Straddling his hips again, I lowered myself onto him, quietly groaning as his cock breached me.

“So good,” he murmured appreciatively. “Now stay there and don’t move till I’ve told you to.”

Like I was going anywhere.

He held my hips in place, running his wicked thumbs in the creases. I was so much taller than him that we probably looked ridiculous, with me balanced on his cock. But, going by the look on his face, Clark was having the time of his life.

He reached for my nipples again, this time angling his hips so that he was playing with them just as his cock grazed my prostate. I wanted so badly to get loud, but I didn’t yet trust the soundproofing in this joint.

Instead of shouting, I bit the inside of my cheek, giving way to whimpers, nearly silent groans. Finally, his hands went back to my cock, and he stacked one on top of the other, double-fisting me. He increased the pressure and the speed, all while angling inside me.

“Close,” I admitted.

He abandoned my cock and went back to my nipples. My cock twitched, dripping onto my belly. Despite holding all my weight, he shifted his hips, angling so that every time I shifted, even a little, his cock was right up against that set of nerves.

He fucked up into me for a few moments, and despite his hands not even being anywhere near my cock, I had to warn, “Close.”

He removed his hands but kept rolling his hips.

“Close.”

He kept going.

“Close,” I warned again.

He stopped, and I whimpered, my cock hard and dripping.

“Good boy,” he said, grinning.

We cooled down for a few moments, and he kissed along my neck and jaw. He grabbed my shaft and used an edging technique he was proud to say he’d picked up from our shared porn login. He gripped me tight under the head, then used the flat of his free palm to vigorously rub the top of my cock head. This was going to be the biggest, best orgasm I’d ever had.

“Close,” I choked out.

He moved his hands to my nipples, resuming his rolling thrusts. I had no idea how long we’d been doing this; he never let me see the time.

“You are gonna kill me.”

“You’re the one who left dirty underwear on my floor.”

“They were clean underwear.”

“Still, you knew the cost. Don’t complain when you have to pay the piper.”

Before I could fully build up again, he switched his technique, playing with my balls, tickling my cock head with the barest touch.

“Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He began thrusting up, his hands on my nipples. Pulling and stretching, then both hands on my cock again, firm, fast, twisting in opposite directions, sending me spiraling into the universe.