Mountain Man Read online Jenika Snow (A Real Man #22)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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I shifted slightly, rising up and bracing my upper body on my elbows so I could see what he did. I watched as he pumped in and out of me, his cock becoming visible, the length slick and glossy form my pussy cream.

The sight turned me on even more.

When I lifted my head and looked at his face again, I saw Gavin was already watching me.

His body shook atop mine as if he was having a hard time controlling himself. “Fuck, I’m turned on, barely holding onto my control.” He started fucking me like he really meant it, and I hadn’t realized until this one moment just how much he’d been holding back.

I lay back, unable to hold myself up anymore as he took control, claimed me, stole everything from me in the best of ways. He pulled out of me, and I gasped in surprise and at the loss of having him buried in my body. But before I could complain or beg him to slide back into my pussy, he gripped my waist and flipped me over and helped me onto my hands and knees. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, holding on as he pounded into me.

So good.

He smoothed his hand over my ass. His touch felt so good, so demanding. There was no doubt in my mind Gavin was always this raw, this powerful during sex. He’d always be this way, and I loved it.

For long seconds, all he did was stroke my ass, gliding his palm gently at first, as if he were savoring this moment. And then he brought his palm down on a cheek, the pain instant, the sting breath-stealing.

I gasped out, my eyes widening, my flesh heating where he’d struck me.

God, that felt good. Really good. And when I moaned, “Gavin,” he did it again, groaned deeply in his chest, and I jerked and gasped in pleasure.

“This ass is mine,” he demanded. “This pussy, your tits, all of you is mine, Bailey.”

He spanked my ass again. “You’re so fucking hot, so damn perfect in every way.” He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, my throat arching, being bared. “You want me back inside, Bailey? You want my thick cock pounding away in this tight pussy?”

“Yes.” I cried out that lone word.

And then Gavin placed his cock right back at my entrance and in one fluid motion shoved deep into me. “Yes. Jesus.” Gavin started fucking me, not slow and easy, not gentle. He owned my pussy. He grabbed my waist, curled his fingers into my flesh hard enough it hurt, and fucked me like he was dying for it.

“More,” I found myself crying out.

Over and over, he surged into me and retreated. And when I couldn’t take any more, when I felt the world fall away, he plunged into me once more and stilled, filling me up.

I came right along with him.

“Bailey,” he groaned. His big body jerked above me. The sounds coming out of him were distorted, out of breath.

And as our pleasure increased, combined, the seconds turning into minutes, I got lost in the sensations. I was drunk from them, high off of them. I felt his orgasm fill me, his cum coating every inch of my pussy. I wanted that mark, wanted his mark on me… in me.

When he gave one last thrust, his body rigid, tight, my breath caught, and I held onto that last ounce of pleasure that tried to steal my sanity.

He collapsed on me, his big body draped over my much smaller one, his cock still rock-hard inside my pussy despite the fact that he’d just gotten off. Our flesh was damp, that post-sex sweat that was erotic. My inner muscles contracted around his shaft, and I felt the deep rumbles he made, as if that gave him pleasure.

“Bailey, fuck, baby. Mine,” he growled that last word out with so much passion I felt it in my marrow.

And when he finally pulled out of me, both of us groaning in disappointment, all I kept thinking about was when we could be like this again. And again. And again. He pulled me close to the warmth of his body, my back to his chest, and grabbed the blanket to cover us. But I didn’t need it, because his body heat encompassed me.

And as I lay there just basking in the after-sex feeling that surrounded me, I kept thinking how I had nowhere to go this time. I didn’t have to leave.

He kissed the top of my head, and I heard him murmur against my hair, “I’m not letting you go.” He tightened his hold on me. “Tell me you understand what I mean, what this all means.”

I closed my eyes and let his words sink in, absorbed them all. I knew, and I wanted to say them out loud as much as he wanted me too. “It means I’m yours, Gavin. It means you won’t let me go, because we are entwined together—”



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