7. Sadie
SADIE
C utter went out back a few hours ago to get some chores done around the property, leaving me all propped up on the couch with another classic kung-fu movie playing. I can’t stop smiling and blushing at everything we did this morning.
I can’t believe the sexiest man I’ve ever seen scooped me up from the forest floor, brought me back to his cabin, cared for me, and then gave me multiple orgasms on his kitchen counter. Whose life am I living right now?
My phone beeps in my purse, the muffled sound bringing my filthy fantasies to an abrupt halt.
I didn’t have any service while out in the woods, but the reception is just fine here in the cabin.
My boss sent me an email yesterday asking how the property assessment was going.
I gave her a generic response that I hoped would get her off my back for a few days.
When I grab my phone and peer down at the screen, however, I see that my plan didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.
Sadie,
I need an update ASAP. Your full report is due by the end of the day.
I expect you back in the office on Monday, ready to brainstorm ideas on turning Hope Mountain into Money-Maker Mountain.
Ew. Has she always been so… greedy? Entitled? Probably, but I didn’t notice because I was so excited to have a job that allowed me to move out of state. Maybe Cutter was right – everyone at Top Spot Realty is selfish and soulless. Am I just as bad for accepting the job without doing more research?
Before I have a chance to completely spiral out of control, the back door opens, revealing a shirtless Cutter, his muscled frame silhouetted by the afternoon sun pouring inside the cabin.
God, how is he more potent than I remember?
He’s only been gone for a couple of hours, but I crave everything about this man.
“You can’t look at me like that,” the sexy beast says, the dark look in his eyes matching my own. He looks feral.
“Like what?” I ask with what I hope is a seductive smile. I bite my bottom lip, something that I’ve noticed drives Cutter crazy.
Cutter prowls toward me, his muscles rippling with each measured movement. He stops in front of where I’m sitting on the couch, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“Like you want me fuck you until you pass out from too many orgasms. Is that what you want?”
I nod without hesitation. Cutter growls, and next thing I know, I’m in his arms, being carried toward the bedroom. His lips find mine, and he kisses the breath from my lungs, unable to wait a second longer for a taste. I’m the same way.
Cutter slides me down his body, setting me down at the foot of his bed.
He reluctantly pulls his mouth away from mine.
I automatically follow him, seeking more of his lips, his taste, his tongue.
He brings both of his hands up, cupping the sides of my neck and resting his forehead on mine.
Both of us are breathing heavily, sharing the same air, and savoring the tension crackling between us.
“Be very sure you want this, my beautiful girl. Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
“Same,” I breathe before tilting my head and kissing him again. “Just tell me what to do. I… I don’t know how to do any of this.”
“Touch me,” he groans. “Touch me everywhere. Anywhere. Just please… I need you to touch me right fucking now.”
I slide my hands up his torso, feeling his tightly packed abs for the first time. A shiver runs through him as he flexes and tenses beneath my fingertips. I continue my exploration, tracing over the swirls of ink on his chest and arms, and then I get a wicked thought.
Before I can second-guess myself, I lick up the center of his torso, dipping my tongue in the grooves of his muscles and tasting his salty, warm skin. Cutter growls, the agonizing sound spurring me on.
I trail kisses over his broad chest and nip at his neck as I rub my body against his. My man can’t hold back any longer, and I’m more than ready for him to take control.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his fingers finding the hem of the oversized shirt of his I’m wearing.
Cutter takes his time lifting it higher and higher, the fabric tickling my sensitive skin and making me shudder. I’m completely naked underneath, a fact Cutter realizes when he tosses the shirt aside. His hands cover my breasts, kneading my soft flesh and plucking my nipples.
“Oh god,” I moan, bowing my back and thrusting my chest further into his hands.
He trails his hands down my torso, slowly, feeling every inch of my skin along the way. I don’t have time to feel self-conscious about the extra weight around my hips and belly. Not when Cutter is humming softly and massaging everywhere he can reach.
I tilt my head back and surrender to his touch, gasping when his lips connect with the heated skin of my neck. He blazes a trail of kisses over my collarbone and down my chest, sucking on one nipple and then the other.
My pussy clenches and more of my arousal drips down my thighs.
I don’t know how he knows, but Cutter growls, almost like he can smell how turned on I am.
He runs his hands back up my body, resting them on my shoulders and shoving me lightly.
I giggle when my back hits the mattress, then gasp as Cutter kneels before me.
He grips my knees and spreads my legs apart, staring right into my throbbing core. “Gonna eat up this pretty little pussy,” he grunts. “Need to make you come on my tongue. Need to taste you before I fuck you.”
Slowly, slowly, he drags his tongue through my folds. When he reaches my clit, Cutter stops licking, merely flexing his tongue there, rolling it like a wave as pleasure breaks over my body.
I writhe under him as he licks and nips at my pussy, devouring me like he said he would.
Cutter reaches my entrance, circling his tongue around my throbbing opening before dipping it inside.
We both groan as I clench around him. He sips from my center, drinking down my juices and massaging the walls of my tight channel.
I buck my hips, but Cutter spreads out one large hand over my stomach, stilling my motions and creating a delicious pressure in my core.
His other hand slides underneath me, gripping my ass in a punishing hold.
He has me locked in place, forcing me to feel every teasing lick, every slow stroke, every light scrape of his teeth over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
My back shoots off the bed as pleasure rockets through me. He slides his hands down to my hips, pinning me to the bed and growling into my pussy. I’m teetering on the edge, curling my toes, fisting his hair, and crying out.
I scream his name and thrash as a brutal orgasm rips through me. I feel unhinged, fucking his face like a wild animal, but he holds me in place, licking me clean.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, as out of breath as I am. He stands up and fumbles with the button on his jeans, practically ripping his clothes off while I stare at his dick. It’s intimidatingly massive, much like the rest of him. “Touch yourself,” he grits out.
“W-what?” I whisper.
Cutter groans and fists his cock, pumping his hand up and down.
“Spread those legs, pretty girl, and play with your cunt. Fuck, do it now.” My body responds to his command before my brain can catch up.
I slide my hand down my torso and dip my fingers into my throbbing pussy, circling my clit.
“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. So beautiful. My sweet, sexy girl.”
My chest swells up with pride at his praise, and I feel warm liquid spill over my fingers.
“I need you,” I whimper, blurring my fingers over my bundle of nerves.
My other hand moves to my breast, pinching my nipple like Cutter did.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bow my back off the bed, nearly coming undone again.
Knowing he’s watching me is so freaking hot, even more so when he swears under his breath like he’s barely hanging on too.
“Enough,” he grits out. Cutter swats my hand away from my center, replacing it with his own. “So hot and wet for me. Gonna make this pussy feel so good, Sadie. Promise to take care of you. Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Cutter climbs onto the bed, scooting me up before settling between my thighs. I feel his thickness slide up and down my cunt, coating himself in my cream and tapping the head of his cock against my sensitive clit.
“Ready to be mine?” Cutter whispers into my lips.
“So ready.” I nod, kissing him again.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he thrusts his hips, filling me up in one long stroke. I cry out and cling to him as he stretches me and then holds still, buried inside me completely.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. It won’t hurt after this.
I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispers into the shell of my ear before placing soft kisses up and down my neck.
He slides his hand in between us, the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit.
I let out a shuddering breath as my pussy pulses around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits out.
“We fit,” I murmur, wiggling my hips. “I know it’s supposed to hurt, but it just feels…” I gasp when he pinches my clit, my core clenching and trying to suck him further inside.
“How does it feel?” Cutter asks, starting to move inside me with shallow thrusts.
“Perfect. It feels perfect.”
He growls in approval and pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips and wedging his thick dick even deeper inside me.
“Fuck me back, baby,” he grits out, hitting the end of me with each rough stroke.
I plant my feet on the mattress and spread my legs, lifting my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust. Cutter lets out a tortured groan and kisses down my neck and chest, swirling his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
We get lost in our own rhythm, stroke after stroke, kiss after kiss, again and again until we’re both sweating and shaking. I’m almost there, almost to my breaking point. My sopping wet pussy grips his cock, trying to keep him inside me, needing that closeness.
Cutter senses my urgent need and grinds down, hitting me so, so deep. “Yes! Oh god, there, right there, right…” I suck in a breath and hold it as my muscles tense and lock up, preparing for my release.
All at once, my orgasm seizes my body, making me convulse underneath him and claw at his back. I come around his cock, each spasm of my pussy setting off another wave of bliss. Cutter fucks me through it, never giving me a chance to recover as he pounds into me.
“Again,” he demands, hooking a hand under my left knee and bringing it up so he can change up the angle. His dick scrapes along my front wall, hitting that super sensitive spot with each thrust.
I gasp for air as another orgasm ravishes my body, tearing a guttural scream from the very depths of me.
“C-Cut-Cutter…” I stutter out, twisting and trembling as he hammers into me and wrings out every drop of pleasure from my bones.
He grunts in response, fucking me so hard, so good, I feel like I’m going to explode into a million pieces. My limbs shake and then go numb, but Cutter doesn’t let up. He thrusts into me over and over, rutting into me and seeking his end.
I can hardly move, my body is completely spent and blissed out, but I manage to clench my pussy around him each time he pulls out. His hips jerk, and he shoves his cock so far into me that I come again, this time taking him with me over the edge.
Cutter snarls into the side of my neck as his release spills into my spasming cunt. He fills me with his hot, sticky cum, so much so that it leaks out of me, trickling over my sensitive skin and making me moan.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat mingling with mine as we both come back down. I comb my fingers through his damp hair and rub my cheek against his. This is the most perfect moment of my life.
“Mine, too,” Cutter whispers. I must have said that last part out loud. I smile at his mumbled agreement, loving the fact that I wore him out as much as he did me.
Eventually, Cutter rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I snuggle into him, needing to be as close as possible. He cups the back of my head, tucking it into his chest while his other hand rubs my back in calming strokes.
The warm, fuzzy feelings fade into guilt the longer I’m wrapped up in his arms. I just made things infinitely more difficult for us, considering the situation.
It was hard enough to keep up the lie when I thought my crush was one-sided and outlandish.
Now that we’ve been together in the most intimate way possible, I know I need to say something.
I have to tell Cutter and pray he understands.
He has to believe me, right? God, I hope so.
I don’t know what I’d do without my growly mountain man by my side.