6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

“I’ve been waiting all day to be alone with you,” I said, my voice a soft whine. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He growled and pulled me into his room, closing the door softly behind him. He locked it, and his eyes immediately changed from playful to hungry as he walked over to me. I backed up, making him follow me to his bed. When I sat down, he stepped up in front of me and grabbed my face, tilting it up to press his lips against mine.

I moaned deeply and let him slide his tongue in my mouth. His kiss was more urgent than before, more desperate. He moved his lips frantically over mine, tasting me and making me forget my own name. I moaned again, and my panties were soaked. My cheeks were flushed, and the skin beneath my shirt was hot.

Pulling away from him, I grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it up, revealing his rippling abs and sculpted chest. He threw the shirt to the floor and then kissed me again. I ran my fingers down his stomach, feeling every ridge of his muscles. He was so fit and so damn sexy that I moaned again. He hadn’t yet touched any part of my body that wasn’t my face or my neck and yet, I was on fire. I wanted him so badly I could barely breathe.

I yanked back desperately and threw my shirt off. He growled and grabbed me again, moving his hands to my back and unhooking my bra. In one motion, he threw the bra to the floor and forced me to my back, his hands already searching for the waistband of my pants.

I was breathing heavily as he tore my jeans from my body, pulling my panties along with them. My body finally felt free, but it wasn’t enough.

“Come here,” I said breathlessly.

He stripped his own pants and boxers off and then climbed onto the bed beside me. Our bodies collided in an instant, neither of us slowing down for a single second. I gave my body over to him completely, eager for him to take me in any way he wanted.

Sean rolled on top of me and pinned me to the bed, lifting my arms above my head and holding them there with one hand. He kissed my lips and then trailed his tongue down my neck to my chest. He flicked it across my nipples, one at a time. The sensation was so intense that I felt myself growing wetter by the second.

With his free hand, Sean spread my legs roughly apart and massaged my clit. Last night, he took things slow, letting me get used to everything he did. Tonight was different. He moved fast with need.

He rubbed my clit furiously, slipping his fingers inside me every so often. I moaned and writhed beneath him, straining against his strong hands.

“I need to touch you,” I said, begging him to release me.

“No.” His voice was firm as he continued to work my body over.

His teeth grazed my nipples, and his fingers flew across my clit. My entire body was shaking so hard that my tits were bouncing. Sean stared at them in awe and moved his hand faster. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that my orgasm snuck up on me.

Suddenly, my toes curled and my hips shot up as a cry escaped my lips. I moaned so loudly that Sean kissed me deeply to smother the sound. His fingers never slowed between my legs, making the orgasm last longer than I thought possible.

“Oh my God,” I said, moaning deeply when he finally released my lips.

There was a fire in my gut that I’d never felt before. I looked up at Sean and let my body take over. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, rubbing my sopping wet pussy along the length of his cock. He groaned and threw his head back. His hands wrapped around my ass and lifted me slightly, guiding me toward the tip of his ready dick.

I didn’t need guidance, though. The second I felt him poke at my entrance, I slammed myself down on top of him. I gasped at the way he filled me so completely. My body reacted on its own, and my hips rocked back and forth, hard and fast.

Sean’s eyes widened as I rode him. His grip on my ass never slackened, and his eyes devoured my bouncing tits and flat stomach. Reaching up, I tore my hair from its bun and let my curls cascade down my back and over my shoulders.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Sean said breathlessly. “Holy shit, Emily.”

I closed my eyes and rode him harder than ever, throwing myself forward and back with a power I didn’t know I possessed. His groans turned into growls as he took in the sight of me on top of him. I could see how much he wanted me in his eyes, and it fueled my own desire.

“Harder, baby,” I told him, begging him to take me.

He didn’t need any encouragement. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward, slamming into me desperately. With the first thrust, I cried out and rode him harder. We met each other’s rhythm easily, never slowing or losing our desperate need for more.

“Oh God!” I cried out, unable to control myself. “Sean. Sean!”

“Come for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Come for me.”

I obeyed in an instant. My body shook violently as I continued to meet his thrusts. I fell forward, my hands pressing

into his chest while he held me up and continued to pound against me. The pleasure I felt was so great that I stopped breathing for a second, unable to think or move.

Sean flipped me onto my back and threw my legs onto his shoulders, never once sliding out of me. He rammed into me over and over again, seeking his own release. My pleasure was still tingling its way through my body, and as Sean took me hard and fast, I felt myself lingering on the brink all over again.

His eyes were hungry, and his chest was glistening with sweat as his thrusts became more urgent. I came for the third time and screamed out his name.

“Holy shit, Emily,” he groaned, feeling my walls collapse around him again. “Fuck. Fuck.”