Chapter Five-Gloria
H ot. Burning. Flames. Writhing. Rising. Heat.
My whole body felt like it was on fire. In truth, I’d felt that way ever since I laid eyes on my big, sexy mountain man of a neighbor.
I didn’t think they made those in New Jersey, but apparently, and gratefully , I was wrong.
“Mm. Your skin is so fucking soft, Slick,” Bo said, his grumble doing marvelous things to my needy body.
Big hands cupped my ass as he carried me to the bedroom, and fuck, if that didn’t make me even wetter.
It had been a long time since I had a man’s hands on me, and never in my recollection had one carried me across a room and just tossed me on the bed like he couldn’t wait another second to get me there.
I gasp.
He growls.
“Are you sure?” I asked, pressing my thighs together and taking in his enormous and perfect physique.
We don’t match in this way. The man is outside every morning chopping wood, for fuck’s sake. He is thick everywhere. Muscular and built. He could be the cover model for Mountain Man Magazine , if such a thing existed.
As for me, well, I am decidedly not that. I am short. And plump. Fat, some would and have said.
I’m forty, not twenty.
It was true. The girls had seen better days, but the way he looked at me right then had me forgetting all my self-doubt and worries over whether Bo thought me good enough for him.
“Yeah, Slick, I’m sure.”
His voice was impossibly deep. The tone designed to make women drop at his feet the second he uttered a syllable.
Truth was, I didn’t stand a chance at denying this mutual attraction , for lack of a better word.
Because it felt bigger than that. More powerful. Heavy, that was the word. This whole thing felt heavy.
I watched, mouth open, eyes wide as he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt from the back of his collar, then he pulled it up over his head.
“Holy shit,” I said aloud.
He growled in response, his hands dropping to undo his belt buckle and jeans. Bo pushed both his pants and boxers out of the way, revealing his entire magnificent length to me.
Cocks weren’t pretty. That was simply a fact. But his sure as shit was.
I rose to my knees, reaching for him, but Bo’s large palm reached out, cupping my tits as he gently nudged me back down.
“Open those legs for me. I want to see how slick you are,” he growled.
I don’t know why, but I did as he commanded. It was like my body obeyed without reason or hesitation. Like it wanted to please him.
His emerald stare dropped to my parted thighs, and I swear to God, I felt that look like a lightning bolt. Liquid heat flooded between my legs, and I barely had time to react as Bo pressed his entire face against my dripping pussy.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growled, kissing my nether lips and drawing a long, keening moan from my mouth.
“Taste so good, Slick. Does this feel good? Tell me.”
“Yes. So good!”
“Good girl. That’s it. Show me how good it feels. Come on my mouth.”
I was lost to his filthy words. To the feel of his hot mouth at my core. It was more than that. It was like he used everything to bring me pleasure.
His lips.
His tongue.
His nose and beard.
Big hands squeezed my ass, fixing my sex to his face as wide shoulders held me open.
The man must be a magician. Or a cannibal. He is something, that’s for sure.
I could not recall the last time a man had me so hot and ready for him. I pulled on Bo’s hair, but he wouldn’t be distracted. His lips curled around my clit, sucking on the nubbin while he shoved two thick fingers into my pussy, curling them just right.
I lost it then, coming so hard and fast, I was sure I’d embarrassed myself.
But when he finally picked his head up, he didn’t look turned off. In fact, he looked ready to devour me whole.
And I was so fucking there for it.