“Fuck, baby, you gonna come for me?”
She nods, her face scrunching up. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.”
I’ve been fighting back my orgasm, desperate to make Savannah come first. But as her moans get louder, the harder it is to hold back.
“You sound so fucking sweet,” I groan. “I love hearing you feel good.”
My jaw is clenched, muscles coiled like springs. I need to hold on, but my thrusts are turning rough and jerky, instinct taking over as my balls tighten. The tension threatens to overflow any second.
“It’s over, sugar,” I growl, clinging to my last scraps of control. “Your little pussy wants to come. You can’t stop it.”
“Oh, Clay…”
She cuts off with a gasp as I spank her ass cheek.
“Come on your man’s cock, sugar. Show me what a good girl you are.”
Savannah does as she’s told just in time. She comes undone with a shuddery scream, and the sound of her pleasure makes my cock explode. A feral groan rips from my throat as I fill my girl up, spurting hot streams of cum deep inside her.
“Fuck yes, baby. Take my cum.”
My cock keeps pulsing as I watch Savannah. Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat as she rides out her orgasm, chasing every last wave of pleasure. She’s milking me dry, panting hard.
I can’t believe she’s real.
This still feels like some crazy dream I never want to wake up from. How did a miserable old grump like me end up lying beneath this angel, cock buried inside her, getting to watch her quiver through the aftershocks of her orgasm…
I must be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.
With a groan, Savannah collapses on top of me, finally spent. Her body is soft and warm, her breasts pressing againstmy chest. We’re still breathing hard, slowly coming back to ourselves as we lie in the damp tangle of sheets.
“You were amazing, buttercup,” I murmur.
She nuzzles against my chest. “So were you, Clay.”
I told myself I’d try to resist her, but I always knew it would be impossible. There was no way I was ever coming out of this unscathed. Hell, I couldn’t even last one day.
I tighten my arms around Savannah, pressing a kiss on her head. Holding her like this feels so fucking right. She’s curled up against me—naked and vulnerable—trusting me with every inch of her body.
My beautiful girl.
Mine.
I thought I felt possessive of her before, but that was nothing compared to how I feel now she’s in my arms. Nobody can touch Savannah; nobody can take her from me. I’d kill for this angel, and God help anyone who forgets it, ‘cause I don’t need two legs to bury a man on this mountain.
“You okay, sugar?” I ask as she lets out a deep sigh, her breath fanning my chest.
“Better than okay.”
She lifts her head to smile at me, melting my heart to butter. Those pretty brown eyes are warm and satisfied, her fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on my skin, like she hasn’t even realized she’s doing it. Her touch sends a fresh wave of heat through my veins. My cock is still inside her, hardening again, and I savor her sharp inhale as I shift beneath her.
“You didn’t really think we were finished yet, did you, sugar?”
She shivers as I press feathery kisses up her neck, my hands dropping to her ass. I move slowly this time as I slide Savannah up and down my cock, our mouths meeting in a long, passionatekiss. We grind together, hearts beating in time until she comes with a sob against my lips.
But I don’t stop.
