Owned by the Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men, #2)

by Gemma Weir

“Breeding you wouldn’t be a problem for me and I’m clean, you are too.”

“I don’t know what you think this is, but this isn’t a hook up, it’s not a one time situation, or scratching an itch. I want you, you want me. I want to lick and fuck and own this cunt,” he growls, cupping my sex with his fingers, stroking my folds and parting me, before he pushes two fingers into me. “I want to fill it up with my cum every night and every morning, claiming you from the inside out. I’m not fucking about, Peaches, you’re mine and I want your belly full of my kid.”

“Yes, I do,” he replies, silencing me with a kiss. “Stop trying to fight this or I’ll get you so cum drunk you’ll do whatever I want you to, then I’ll fly you to Vegas and tie you to me legally. I’m not afraid to put a ring on it, Peaches. Ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, sounds fucking good to me.”