The Mountain Man’s Obsession – Thickwood CO Read online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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And as I slowly removed my clothes, doing what he wanted, I watched as he did the same with his pants, unhurriedly taking them off, tossing them aside, his focus always on me. I found myself lowering my gaze to what he revealed, to the part of his body I knew would stretch me to the point I’d beg for more. And as I got a good look at his erection, felt my eyes widen, the first thought that came to my mind was how he wouldn’t fit.

He was too bg.

Too thick.

He was massive.

My inner muscles clenched on their own, wetness slipping from me in preparation for what was about to happen.

I couldn’t breathe, and my knees felt so weak, my legs so unsteady. And when I slipped the last piece of clothing off—my panties— standing there naked before him, I felt lightheaded. He stared at me like he was addicted already, like he needed more of my taste, my flavor.

Mateo stalked forward, and there was no other word to call how he moved toward me. When he stood right in front of me, he said nothing as he curled his hands around the bare skin of my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh, holding me still. He leaned forward, his lips nearly touching mine. We breathed the same air for a second, and then he was kissing me again.

He groaned against my lips, his tongue stroking mine, his actions fierce. He was just as unhinged as I was, frantic with lust.

“Your virginity is mine, Charlotte.” He stroked my lips with his tongue and moved his hand to my chest, teasing the curve of my breasts before moving down my belly. It was like he was exploring me, memorizing my shape. He stopped when he got almost to my pussy. The heavy weight of his hand told me he’d claim every part of me until I knew without a doubt I was his.

And God, I wanted that.

I stared up at him, feeling my lips part as I waited for him to touch the most sensitive part of me, the part that ached desperately. I knew as soon as he pushed into me, stretched me, I’d never be the same.

And then he cupped me, his big hand warm as he covered the part of my body no other had ever touched. “This pussy is mine, Charlotte.” His voice brokered no argument. “Do you understand me?”

All I could do was nod.

“No one will know how hot and tight you are, how this virgin pussy feels as you climax.”

I knew without a doubt he meant every word, and he’d do whatever it took to keep that a reality. My pussy throbbed, this insistent desire building in me. I needed Mateo like I needed to breathe.

“My need for you, the way I’m instantly possessive of you, means I’ll take down anyone or anything to keep you by my side.”

God, that should have terrified me, but instead it turned me on something fierce.

The thick erection he sported had me clenching my thighs together as lust overtook me. I felt beads of sweat start to cover my brow, the valley between my breasts, and down the length of my spine. My face felt hot, my nipples hardened, and I was uncomfortably wet between my legs.

His chest rose and fell quick and hard, and the pulse at the base of his throat beat wildly. Was my need just as evident as his? I had no doubt it was. It felt like another person living in me, trying to take control, wanting me to succumb.

“Touch me,” he demanded.

I instantly lifted my hands and placed them on his hard, defined pectoral muscles, feeling the short hair that lined the area. He was all man. I felt his muscles contract under my palms, as if that small touch affected him so much.

“More,” he said huskily.

I moved my hands down to his abdomen, felt the rolling hills of his six-pack flex from my touch. His skin was warm, firm.

“Charlotte, fuck, baby, your touch burns me alive in the best of ways.”

He pulled me closer, his hands spanning my lower back. I’d never felt so small as when I was with him, pressed against his hardness, my curves against his hardness making me feel so very feminine. His body heat seeped into me, and I closed my eyes, absorbing it, loving it… needing more.

“Look at me,” he said softly, but then again with Mateo, soft might not have been the best word to use to describe anything about him.

When I opened my eyes and looked into his face, I saw lust and passion. I saw a fierceness that told me he wouldn’t let me go.

“I’m ready,” I found myself whispering and felt slightly embarrassed that those words spilled from me before I could sensor them.



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