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

by Gemma Weir

There was zero foreplay. He went from staring at me naked, to trying to shove his dick into my unprepped pussy in one second flat.

Just the way he touched me tonight gave me a glimpse on what he’d be like to fuck. His grip on me was firm, almost controlling. He moved me how he wanted me, used me, even as he gave me pleasure, but dominated me without all the cheesy ‘yes sir’ bullshit.

I jerked off in the shower imagining I had you bent over with my dick in your pussy and a plug in your ass.”

but all I can think about is how she’d taste riding my face, how she’d feel impaled on my dick.

serious case of blue bean,

“Oh fuck, oh god,” I chant. “Huck, not god, only my name, Peaches, only my name,”

“Yes! Beau will lose his shit then maybe he’ll spank me later,” she giggles.

“In future I’ll pick you up too, I don’t want you walking around at night, it’s not safe.”

“I’m serious, Cora, you’re important to Bonnie so you’re important to me. In future I’ll pick you up, and if you need to go somewhere at night, you call, and either me or one of my brothers will come get you.”