Damien (Heart River Valley: Rugged Mountain Men #2)

My kiss is more urgent this time, more demanding. I want all of her. I want all of her moans, all of her sighs, all of her whimpers. And I want them now. I slowly slide down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her neck, then her chest, then her stomach.

I position myself between her thighs, lifting them over my shoulders. I slip a finger into her wet heat, surprised at how tight she is. Pumping it into her, I lick her pussy while watching her face. She bites her lower lip as my tongue swirls around her clit, my finger pumping faster and faster. I slip another finger in, and she starts to moan.

Sucking on her clit before taking it gently between my teeth, I wrap my free hand around her thigh and pull her against my face. Her hips start to rock in tandem with my thrusts.

“Oh Damien, oh it feels so good.” Fuck, those words nearly make me come in my briefs. I pump harder, managing to get a third finger in, stretching her tight pussy. She arches when I do, hissing, but I don’t stop. It may be a little uncomfortable, but it’s nothing compared to my cock. And she will be taking that soon enough. I just have to get her ready.

I swirl my tongue over her clit again, and she cries out as she comes, her thighs trembling against my face. She tastes like vanilla and honey, like the sweetest nectar from the most delicious fruit. I lap her up greedily as she squirms away from me, giggling.

“Damien, stop. Oh my God, I’m too sensitive.”

“Peaches, we are gonna do that all night long. No such thing as too sensitive.”

But I do give her a reprieve, and lie beside her as the firelight dances off of her curves. I stroke my fingers over her curves, my cock painfully hard as I do. She flips over onto her side, facing me.

“Why do you call me ‘Peaches’? Is it because I’m from Atlanta?”

I laugh, then reach over and slap her on her ass.

“Hey! What the hell?” She swats at my chest, but I didn’t miss how her eyes lit up when I spanked her.

“Yes, partly. But mostly because when I saw you run into the bathroom that first moment we met, I thought your ass looked like a ripe, delicious, juicy peach. And I wanted to take a bite out of it.”

Then she squeals when I shoot up and flip her onto her stomach, taking a pretend bite of her ass. “Damien!”

I spank her again, pinning her like this by straddling her thighs. “What? I can’t bite your ass?”

“No!”

I spank her again. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’ll put my mouth on every inch of you woman, just you wait.”

Then I spend the rest of the night making good on my promise.

Chapter 7

Charleigh

Late the next morning, I wake to a solid, warm wall of muscle against my back. Grinning to myself I wiggle my ass against his cock, which instantly becomes hard.

“Peaches, if you are trying to get me to wake up, you’ve succeeded. But wiggle that ass one more time against my cock and I won’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

A thrill shoots down my spine at his words, making my core clench. But I want to do the same for him that he did for me last night. So I toss the covers off of us and crawl between his legs.

His eyes are hooded as I take his velvety soft but hard as granite cock in my hand and gently stroke it. My fingers don’t even touch, making me more than a little nervous for if and when we do have sex. He’s so much bigger than I realized, and I wonder if I can even get my lips around it like I planned to. But I’ll give it my best shot.

I lean down and lick the tip, tasting the salty, masculine drop of liquid on it. He groans when I lick my lips and slide them along his shaft, my tongue flicking against the underside of his cock. Then I inhale a deep breath and take him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Peaches, yes. That feels so fucking good.” I wrap a hand around the base of his cock and start to pump as I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat. I try to remember to breathe through my nose as suck and swirl my tongue over the head before taking him into my throat again.

It doesn’t take long at all before his abs start to flex and his breathing becomes ragged. I know he’s close, so I continue to do exactly what I’ve been doing, even though my eyes start to water and it’s a strain to keep my mouth open this wide. But knowing how good this is making him feel has me working even harder to get him to finish.

He wraps my hair around his fist but doesn’t force my head against him, just holds on as he lets me do exactly what I want. His legs shudder and he cries out my name as his release shoots down my throat. I swallow it down, licking his cock before smiling up at him. The look of awe on his face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Sit on my face.” I’m taken aback by his words.

“What?”

“You heard me. Sit on my face, right now.”