Page 154 of Mountain Men Heroes

He ate up the last of the space between them and scooped her into his arms. Her gaze lowered to his lips.

She should resist. Go back to Houston. Finish her degree and be happy.

Her resolve was fast giving out.

Fact: she was happier right here on the cusp of something so life-changing she was afraid to move.

She dipped her head, and her heart nearly doubled in size as the warm press of his lips against hers stole every ounce of air from her lungs. She buried her hands in his silky hair, the ends still damp from the melted snow, and let the last of her control slip to the floor with her clothes and his. This Christmas would be different. This Christmas held hope for her.

“Take me, Damon, long and slow this time. Make me feel what love is. Let it be a Christmas gift. Let it be our beginning.”

His hand moved from the back of her head and glided to palm her ass as he hauled her to straddle his waist. The thickness of his shaft rested between her folds and she rolled her hips. Pleasure had her head falling back, the ends of her hair like angel kisses on the globes of her ass.

He wound the long lengths around one hand as he lowered her to the plush couch. Warm and velvety, the large cushions accommodated them perfectly as Damon kneeled over her. He peered down at her, and she brought her hands between then to roll her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. He watched hungrily, his eyes ablaze with the desire she felt thrumming between their connection.

“Is this how it will always be?” Her question was a husky version of her voice, thick with lust and need. Without her glasses there was a hazy outline but even she could see the precum that wet the bulbous head of his long, very thick and utterly beautiful dick.

She squeezed her eyes shut and arched as he bent over her and wrapped his warm lips around a sensitive nipple.

With her hands buried in his hair, she pulled him up and gasped as he pulled hard before letting her nipple slip from his mouth. Every nerve between her pussy and tits heated beyond bearable and she loved the delicious burn across her senses.

“I want to taste you,” she demanded. But just barely. It seemed every thought was hard to come by at the moment as he captured her other nipple and repeated the heavenly torture.

Heavy breaths pulled from her lips and she cried out from the sudden burst of pleasurable pain to her nipple.

“Damon,” she begged and he paused, his cock teasing her clit.

“Yes, angel?”

She didn’t need to say the words when actions would speak louder.

Pressing her palms to his chest, she pushed him until he kneeled on the couch in front of her with one leg over the side for balance. She gathered the heavy weight of his cock in her hands and licked her lips.

“Oh, sweet angel, you’re killing me.”

She eased down and moaned as the first salty taste of his come hit her tongue.

He pressed a gentle hand to the back of her head and she took all of him until the thick head hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.

“Best fucking Christmas present ever.”

She moaned and the muscles of his thighs quivered beneath her palms as she balanced herself.

He threaded her hair around his hand, pulled the long locks to the side and she could feel the heat of his stare on her as she devoured every inch of his shaft with her mouth.

He trailed a finger over the blackened swirls of her tattoo where it rode high on her lower back before dipping around her hip. She shuddered and applied a little more pressure with her suction which earned her a growl of appreciation.

“Your lips are so sweet, Ivy. Don’t stop. Not yet.”

Need swelled in her core and pressed against her clit with a force that had her legs pressing closed. She slid a finger between her fold and the second the pad of her finger brushed against her the pleasure nub she cried around his girth and everything moved in a blur.

Damon released her and turned her around so fast the room spun. Panting and desperate, she splayed her legs when he nudged her open from behind.

“I would love to see you masturbate for me, angel, but tonight I need to claim every single orgasm from you.”

He slid his hands over the round globes of her ass and pulled them apart. This time she didn’t flinch but craved any attention he desired to give her body.

Leaning over her, he pressed her chest into the soft cushions and brought her ass higher in the air.