Page 50 of Forged in Montana


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He dove in and kissed her like he’d wanted to since she walked out looking like Christmas morning, wrapped inhisgoddamn T-shirt. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and tangled with hers. There she was, his water again. He drank deeply from her, all the while knowing that he would never get enough to satisfy his thirst.

Blythe reciprocated his need, clutching his neck as he held her face. Justin walked them back to the bed, putting his strong hands on her waist and lifting her onto the mattress. He broke their kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and over her breasts. He paused there a moment to enjoy her perfect cleavage—the cleavage he’d been eye-fucking for months, every time she wore something just a little too low cut. He bent on one knee as he got lower, kissing down her plush abdomen and right to the top of her panty line.

Pushing her legs apart, he asked, gravel in his tone, “Can I move these aside? You’re not the only one who’s been wanting to see what’s down in front, sugar.”

She nodded with a devious grin, as he tucked two fingers next to her inner thigh and pulled—dragging the thin fabric, exposing her. He admired her for more than a few seconds before declaring with awe, “You’ve been saving this perfect pussy, and now I get to be the first man to taste you. How fucking privileged am I?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her skin there. She gasped, and her quiet plea rang in his ears.

“Do it, cowboy. Taste me—please.”

The growl that came from deep inside his chest was absolutely feral. “So damn fucking polite, just like I taught you to be…”

Then he came undone.

His mouth went down on her, and every pent up desire he’d ever had for Blythe Harper was unleashed. He sucked and nipped and devoured as his tongue did a masterful job at lapping all the most sensitive parts of her. She tasted like his kryptonite, because she was. Her moans were loud enough to let him know that she was enjoying the hell out of it, too. Her hands alternated from gripping the bed sheets to skating through his hair as her hips rocked back and forth, grinding into him, losing control. She was breathless when she ground out the words he’d been waiting to hear.

“What are you doing to me, Justin? I can’t even breathe. I’m going to break!”

He paused and pressed his thumb to her sweet spot, moving it in slow circles before encouraging her. “Then do it, baby… Shatter for me.”

He felt her fist tighten in his hair as she pushed his mouth back down to where it’d been. Justin grinned and chuckled against her pussy. “Such a needy little thing. Lucky for you, I’m determined to enjoy every moment I have to soak my tongue in your deliciousness before I finally make you come—and by damn, you’re going to come, sugar.”

It was only a moment before her back arched and her body shook. Clinging to his hair with one hand, a fistful of sheet in the other, she cried out his name. Fuck, he was one lucky, son of a bitch. Her high pitched sounds and the way her legs trembled was music to his ears. He continued his efforts to give her the most incredible climax of her life. The woman deserved to feel every aftershock and thrill. He didn’t stop until her body relaxed and he heard a content sigh escape her beautiful lips.

There had to be a glow coming off her. She was radiating after Justin Forge literally just sent her into oblivion. His eyes peeked up at her from between her thighs, and the grin on his lips was as cocky as it’d ever been.

“On a scale of one tonow you belong to me, how good did that feel?” His tongue darted out over his lips as he slid her panties back to cover her.

“You knowexactlyhow good it felt! The neighbors a mile away heard me scream your name.” She laughed with a sigh and dropped her head back, still warm and content from the experience. “I’ve always belonged to you, cowboy. Before, it was just my heart—now, my body is yours, too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him like she never wanted to let go.

“Well, I’m not finished owning your body yet. That was just the beginning.”

Still on one knee, he reached around her and, with a quick flick, broke the clasp of her bra open.

“Okay, Joey Tribbiani—where did you learn to do that?” Her bra was still hooked over her shoulders, even though the back hung loose.

“I pound horseshoes for a living, sugar. I’ve been a cowboy and worked on a ranch most of my life. Is it such a surprise that I’m good with my hands? Among other things—as we’ve just established.”

Justin traced up her arms with his fingers. When he got to her shoulders where the straps were, he gently pulled them down—exposing an entirely new part of her.

Her nipples were tight, still riding on the high of her climax…not to mention the air that hit them when the fabric pulled away. She didn’t know much about nipples and the different shades they could be—but she liked to think the dusty shade of rose that surrounded hers was beautiful.

Justin groaned and huffed out a sigh.

“How in the actual hell are you so perfect? There is not one thing that is a miss with you. Those are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen in my life—god, I hit the jackpot.”

She felt his thumbs brush each tip, and that almost felt as good as his tongue on her clit. His mouth dove forward and latched onto one side. She reveled in the way his large, calloused hands touched the soft skin under her breasts. She could feel his tongue circling, and his teeth nipping as he sucked her into his mouth.

“How many women did you say you’ve been with?” She was panting as she said it.

He was so damn good at this. He wasn’t inexperienced in the slightest.

Justin pulled back, his gaze meeting hers. “I never said—but it doesn’t matter because you are the last woman I willeverbe with. No woman who has ever touched me remains a visible part of my consciousness. I don’t remember their names, I don’tremember their touch, I don’t remember their faces. Because you, Blythe Harper, have blocked them from my memory since the first time I fucking laid eyes on you.”

He immediately palmed her other breast and pulled her closer to him, with his opposite arm wrapped around her torso.

“And after I’ve taken you with my cock and ruined you for all other men, you will understand how that’s possible.”