The Mountain Man’s Flirt – Mount Bliss Read Online Mia Brody

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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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I place kisses along her neck, loving the way she quickly turns to give me access to her skin.

“I don’t remember.” Her voice is high and breathy, making me wonder what she’s going to sound like when I finally get my fat cock between those creamy thighs. She continues to grind against me, moaning my name and making my balls tighten.

I nip at her silky skin, smiling when she gasps. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”

“You,” she finally whimpers. “I kept thinking about you touching me.”

“Where?” I nibble on her ear lobe, noticing the shudder that goes through her body. I could feast on her every hour for a year and still not get through all of the dirty fantasies I’ve had about her. There are just too many.

“Down there,” she murmurs, her cheeks going pink. My little flirt doesn’t have a lot of experience with talking dirty. I’ll change that. The lips of an angel will soon drip with depravity and it’ll be my ear she whispers filthy things into. Only mine.

I slip a hand under the towel. The feeling of her soft folds against my fingertips is almost too much and I fight the urge to come in my pants right here. “Was I touching your pussy?”

She nods.

“Tell me how I was touching you. Like this?” I slide a single finger into her entrance. She’s so damn tight that it’s going to take some preparation to get her ready to take my girth.

To my surprise, she shakes her head. I didn’t think it was possible, but her face turns an even deeper shade of pink.

“Aww, hell, was I shoving my big cock into you? Ramming it deep into your little pink hole while you cried out? Bet you were begging me to fuck you the entire time, weren’t you? You want to be my dirty girl, is that it?” I circle her clit roughly. I need to see her come right now. It’s like an ache deep in my bones, a primal need to watch her pleasure and know I was the cause.

She bucks against my hand, her head thrashing against the bathroom door. The look in her eyes tells me she’s completely in the moment. There’s only me and her here right now.

“Say you want it and I’ll give it to you.” I can’t have it any other way. I’ve got to have her know that she’s here with me. That it’s Amos, her brother’s best friend who is fingering her up against the bathroom door. Who is planning to fuck her so hard and long tonight that she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“I want to be your dirty girl.” Her words are a moan. “Make me dirty.”

6

LYLA

I didn’t know Amos was like this. That he’s a dirty talker who has fantasies that are just as filthy as mine. The thought sends a shudder rolling through me.

“Fuck, yeah.” He nips at the sensitive area where my shoulder and neck meet. “You’re my girl and I’m the man that’s going to corrupt you, do dirty things to you until you’re sobbing and shaking, begging for my cock.”

He circles my clit, playing with my swollen nub. “Gonna make sure you remember me for days after this. You won’t be able to move without feeling my imprint in your tight little pussy.”

I cry out as stars explode behind my eyelids, making my entire body tighten as the orgasm barrels through me. I’ve had a guy make me come before. But nothing like this. Amos owns me, and my body responds to his every touch, his every command.

When I finally stop trembling and open my eyes, he gives me a wicked grin. “Dinner is ready.”

“There’s a bed back there.” I can’t help but point this out, all embarrassment gone. Food is the last thing I want right now. He already gave me one amazing orgasm. I don’t want him to stop. “Besides, you didn’t get your turn.”

“Oh, I plan to take my turn. But you’ll need your strength first.” He winks at me.

My stomach flips at the naughty promise. If I’d only known that moving out here would lead to these delicious orgasms, I would have done it a lot sooner. I didn’t know my mountain man could be so dirty or that I would love it this much.

I follow him to the kitchen, still wrapped in just the threadbare towel. He wraps his hands around my hips, setting me on the counter. He nuzzles his face against my damp hair. “Fuck, I love the way you smell after a shower.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and push him away. “You promised me food.”

“Then a good fucking,” he reminds me as he steps away to the stove. He dishes out the spaghetti and passes me a plate.



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