Shephard (Mountain Men of Danger Falls #1)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

D enise

The rock-hard man had passed the Pepper test. It was rare when even those who believed themselves to be rough and tumble didn’t find an excuse to leave me the hell alone. Maybe a small part of me had wanted him to fail like the others, a self-defeatist attitude. Since he hadn’t, it was as if the sexy man had thrown open Pandora’s Box.

There was nothing I preferred more than a rough guy in the sack. Those who only wanted it missionary style bored the hell out of me. I needed it hot and wet, from sweat as much as my pussy soaking my panties.

And that was happening right now.

The handsome mystery hunk laughed as he studied my reaction. I tried to shove his arms away and he threw them back with ease, immediately cupping my breasts.

The fact he didn’t waste any time pinching and twisting my nipples until I cried out in pain meant he was up to the task. Goddamn, I wanted this man.

I shoved him with everything I had, but he wasn’t moving. He winked and dropped his head, purposely making sucking sounds as he pulled one hardened bud into his mouth.

Gasping, I was shocked how many electrified sensations were rolling through me. That never happened. I gripped his forearms, barely able to get my fingers around his huge muscles. But I wasn’t acquiescing to him. Not in the least.

I slowly crawled my fingers down his chest, marveling in his twelve-pack abs. Not six. No, he was an overachiever. And I loved it, longing to lick between every one of them. But I settled for taking the upper hand by cupping the thick bulge between his legs. All it took to break his concentration was a single rough squeeze.

His entire face appeared clenched, although it was a little tough to tell given his thick, luxurious beard. His beard and mustache were unruly like the man, his long shaggy hair adding to his dangerous appearance. That made him even sexier. I longed to run my fingers through every inch. Perhaps I would.

With a single additional hard shove with both hands against his chest, I finally made some headway. I flew toward the bed, noticing Pepper barely lifted her head. She was comfy snoozing since she had a full tummy.

I made it to the shower area, almost able to close the bathroom door when one big hand slammed it back against the door stop. His grin could be considered evil or infectious. I chose filthy and sinful.

“Think you’re going somewhere, sweetheart?” he growled.

“Anywhere I want to go, big boy.”

“Not on my watch.” With one easy yank, he pulled me from the area, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed less than a bag of dog food.

I kicked and pummeled my fists against him, but knew I wasn’t going anywhere just yet. As he’d done before, he tossed me in the center of the bed, the power he used slamming the headboard into the wall. If there were people next door, they would soon get an earful. What was wrong with a little evocative entertainment?

There was no chance at continuing the cat and mouse game. He had me on all fours within two seconds, unfastening my jeans and even though they were wet, he managed to maneuver the dense material down my rounded hips. I’d be damned if the brute hadn’t managed to snag my thong at the same time. Only when both were shoved to my knees did I have a chance to scramble to get out of his hold.

It didn’t work because he refused to allow me to slip from his fingers. Damn everything about the hot, sexy, rugged man.

I was panting by the time he managed to yank them away. Being naked in front of a man hadn’t bothered me since boot camp. Our unit had been assigned a particular nasty asshole who was later booted from the Marines for sexual harassment.

But he’d been damn good at ensuring if we were captured by an enemy, they couldn’t use our nakedness as a weakness.

However, being devoid of clothing around such a hot guy was entirely different. I was embarrassed, my cheeks burning. That was the most awkward feeling I’d had in a long time.

He was obviously thrilled, his breathing completely labored. I guess I should take that as a compliment.

I clawed the bedding. Perhaps he sensed I was still going to do my best to continue the game by sliding his arm under my waist and holding me in place. He even tried to prove some masculinity point by lifting me off the bed. I took the opportunity to kick him, breathing a sigh of relief I hadn’t landed the ball of my foot against his cock. I didn’t want to hurt a creation of beauty.

He promptly grunted like a barbarian and shocked the hell out of me by cracking his hand against my bottom while I was in midair. What?

Very little stole my momentum even momentarily, but when he continued swatting me like I was a bad little girl, I couldn’t think or talk.

Maybe blubber, but there would be nothing else. Who was this man and who did he think he was?

He was having a damn good time with treating me like a child, snickering as he continued popping one after the other. It had only been a few seconds and my bottom was on fire. I could only imagine what it would feel like to sit down.

“Ouch! You bastard.”

“Bad language.” He offered up the two words as if he hadn’t heard worse. But he used them as an incentive, issuing four savage strikes of his thick palm. Maybe I should have aimed for his cock after all.

I couldn’t believe he had the strength to keep me inches off the comforter while spanking me. The entire thing was wild and unbelievable.

What I prayed to God he didn’t know was that I was as wet as I’d ever been, panting from the intense throbbing deep within my pussy. There wasn’t any question whether or not he knew. I gathered more than a single whiff of my heated longing for the man.

I licked my dry lips, still reaching for the bed. It was no use. He carried on the round of discipline swatting each cheek as I kicked my legs out at him. I was almost out of breath from the combination of pain and pleasure, grabbing onto his leg hard. Given the position I knew he could see every inch of me, and I moaned from the certainty that my wetness was staining his jeans.

His pace slowed and he gave me a few final hard swats before gently easing me to the bed. But oh no, he didn’t let me go. He knew what I’d do as soon as he did. He simply held me in place and I sensed he was kicking off his boots. How he’d managed to do that with his arm tangled around my waist I’d never know, but I was panting in anticipation.

He was such a silent man, but I did like the tall, quiet, and rugged type as well. He fit all the categories, even if he was the grumpiest man alive. But this was just sex. I’d never see him again and that was fine by me. I didn’t need a single string attached to my life. Maybe ever.

When the man was completely naked, which took some finesse on his part, he let me know by tossing his jeans in my line of sight. That was a clear indication of what I could expect.

I was wrong, so very wrong.

The huge man thrust the entire length of his cock inside, not bothering with pleasantries or determining if I was wet enough. He’d sensed it and I was, yet my pussy muscles struggled to accommodate him. His shaft was large and long, so thick it filled my tight channel completely. I was at a loss for words, trying to find a way to breathe again.

He knew it too, his growls dark and ominous as he pulled almost all the way out, repeating the brutal action. I was shocked he was keeping his arm around me, but I guess he was the kind of guy who needed to be in full control.

I was making unrecognizable sounds as he picked up a rhythm, pistoning his hips so he could fuck me like some crazed beast. Even with his firm hold, I was pitched forward and backward, my breasts jiggling from the force. My nipples ached, every muscle tense.

The man could fuck. That was certain.

Maybe he wanted to keep me off guard. I had no idea, but when he pulled his cock all the way out, I whined like a little girl.

The next thing I knew, he was on his knees, splitting my legs as far apart as possible. When he replaced his cock with his tongue, I was thrown at the different sensations. I was tingling all over, now gasping for breath.

He slowed his actions a few seconds later, licking up and down before swirling the tip around my clit. How it could be so sensitive so quickly, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop shivering. The passion and chemistry were off the charts. Who needed names or identities when you had raw need?

I closed my eyes as he continued feasting, the man lifting my torso off the bed as he’d done for the spanking. The only control I had was to push up from the bed, wiggling somewhat as I arched my back.

Every sound he made was so guttural. It was like he hadn’t tasted a woman before and was in seventh heaven. He managed to drive several fingers alongside his tongue while still holding me aloft. That took some kind of talent and strength.

“Oh. My. God.” I was pushed into sweet nirvana, once again clawing at the bedding. I had no idea if I was moaning or screaming as a series of vibrations tore through me. I’d felt nothing this amazing my entire life. I was honestly thinking about how his beard wasn’t scratching me. Who did that when you were being given so much amazing pleasure?

He knew when to lick furiously, but also slowed down when I neared an orgasm, and they were very rare in my life. Few of the very few men I’d allowed into my bed had ever taken the time to learn how to please me. This man knew it instinctively. Something shifted in my throbbing core and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Yes. Yes. I…”

I didn’t need to tell him what or how to push me over the edge. He shoved his thumb into my asshole and that was all it took. The orgasm was wild and hot, shooting through every muscle and tendon. There was no time to scream or breathe, the pleasure that great. Ecstasy had never been a part of my vocabulary, but he’d achieved it.

Lightheaded and with stars floating across my line of vision, I finally dropped my head and did nothing more than pant like an animal.

When he finally stopped his sinful actions, returning to a standing position, I collapsed on the bed. But as I’d suspected, he wasn’t finished with me yet. He used my ponytail as a leash, pulling me back onto all fours.

“Not finished.”

His deep voice resonated all throughout my bones, even echoing in my ears. But the silly boy should never have let go. The moment he did, I had one last burst of energy, lurching from the bed to the other side.

I did admire a man with full agility. Once again, I was shoved against the wall with only a few seconds of lapse. This time, he drove his shaft deep inside. The switch in the angle was perfection. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, loving every second of his roughness just as I’d done the entire time.

When I dug my nails into his shoulders, he grinned wider. His eyes held so much depth that even in the dim lighting, I was mesmerized and more turned on than before. If I was catching a glimpse into his soul, I had a feeling he would shut it down once he realized I was.

The savage fucking continued, every picture on the wall jarred. I heard a slight woof from my furry baby, her usual response to unwanted noise when she was sleeping.

As the seconds turned into minutes, I became more and more shocked from his tenacity and stamina. If only this delicious moment could last. With every stroke, every brutal push deep inside, our connection deepened.

Physically.

There was nothing more and I saw that in his eyes as well.

At least he knew better than to think this meant anything but what it was.

We were on the same page.

In the next few seconds of our time spent together and of this incredible stormy night, we remained electrified. The vibrations were powerful and unwavering, both of us breathing in a labored manner.

I sensed he was tensing, his entire body stiffening.

Mine was shooting straight into pure ecstasy, but I managed to squeeze my pussy muscles at the right time.

He issued a series of growls that would make Pepper proud, but after that, I barely paid any attention to the fact he had finally erupted deep inside my aching pussy. I was in pure nirvana myself, another climax raging through my entire system.

Now I was thankful I’d stopped at the little dump where I’d found a precious gem.

Allowing me to shut down the rest of my life.