Mac (Mountain Men 2)

So I pull out all the stops. I give her everything I can think of, just to make sure she’s mine.

My conscience haunts me, though.

How close to the art of seduction is real love?

Do people sometimes feign feelings, only to find they’ve actually fallen?

How close am I getting to that edge?

“I wish I had my clothes,” she says, biting her lip with a doleful look at the small pile of clothes Cairstina gave her.

“Sweet lassie, you’d look lovely if you wore a burlap sack.”

And I fucking mean it. She flushes prettily, her cheeks turning pink.

“You flatter a girl too easily, Mac Cowen,” she says, but I can tell by the way she ducks her head she’s pleased.

“Too easily, is it?” I ask her. We’re in the bedroom after cleaning up the breakfast dishes, picking out our clothes, and the sight of her standing there wearing nothing but my tee’s got me all kinds of aroused.

“Aye,” she says. “The words fall right off your lips, all sweet and seductive-like.”

I can’t help but reach for her, turning her around to face me. I cage her in easily with my arms around her, holding her to me.

“Sweet and seductive-like?” I whisper in her ear. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Ayyyye,” she groans, and I swear I can feel her almost melting right into me. She closes her eyes when I bring one of my hands down the length of her body to cup her perfect, pert arse.

“What is it, then, darlin’? You want me to be an arse?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says with a little gasp when I squeeze her arse harder.

“No?”

“Jesus,” she mumbles. “I just mean. Oh, for the love of God…” she’s groaning, leaning into me, and she finally pleads in a throaty whisper, “Let me… thank you for bringing me here last night and giving me a place to stay…”

“Thank me?”

My cock hardens, pressing into her, while her hands roam down my body, and before I know what’s happening, she’s managed to steer me toward the bed. I sit, and she kneels in front of me.

“Aye,” she says in a throaty whisper. “Thank you.”

She’s eying me hungrily, and within seconds, I know exactly what it is she wants to do, and Jesus God there’s no way I’ll be able to tell her no.

Bracing her hands on my legs, she bends her mouth to where my boxers are tented and kisses the very tip of my cock.

Fuuuccck.

My cock bobs, hardening, and she licks her lips and swallows. Eager for this. She looks up to me with those gorgeous, deep brown eyes, the utter picture of submissive perfection.

“May I?” she whispers.

She knows, then, that I crave this, that there’s nothing sexier in the fucking world to me than having a woman as strong and powerful as her on her knees before me, begging to please me.

“Aye,” I say in a guttural whisper, my body taut with anticipation. I fist her hair between my fingers and give it a good yank. “I want that mouth on my cock, darlin’. Show me what a good girl y’are, hmm?”

She moans when I give her hair a sharp tug and drag her mouth to my cock. She fumbles with my boxers, pushing them down my hips, and my cock springs free.

She licks her lips as if she hasn’t eaten in a week and I’ve just laid out a tray of delicacies for her. Holding my gaze, she licks a vein on my shaft with the very tip of her tongue. I tug her hair tighter, and her mouth parts.

I groan as I plunge my length into her mouth, and her lips close around my erection. Her tongue works magic as she suckles, one of her hands cupping my balls, the other kneading my thigh. Back and forth, her head bobs, dragging along my cock with every perfect stroke of her tongue. Back and forth, I yank her head, fucking that gorgeous mouth of hers until her eyes water.

I can’t think beyond the next stroke of her tongue, my cock throbbing between her lips, as she moans around me. She releases me, only to draw a line down the side of my cock with the tip of her tongue, then back to the very top where she eagerly sucks a drop of precum.

Her eyes come back to me, half-lidded with arousal. She’s moving more eagerly now, moving right along with me as I fuck her mouth. I’m getting closer and closer to coming.

“Touch yourself,” I command. “Fucking stroke that pussy while you suck me off.”

Her hand moves off my thigh and she reaches between her legs, faltering at sucking me for half a second when she finds her own slick folds. She groans and her hips jerk, then she’s back at my cock, sucking harder and faster while I pump into her mouth. My balls tighten and I’m going to come, but I make myself wait. I want her coming when I shoot my load. I reach for her nipples and tug them hard, and she whimpers and groans, her hand moving faster between her legs, never once letting up on sucking my cock.