Chapter 9
EVERLY
The world ignites when Gunnar kisses me. His lips are bruising, his beard rough against my chin as he runs his hands through my hair, pulling me closer. I don’t breathe. Don’t think. I let my instincts take over and kiss him back, savoring his musky taste—raw and masculine and so freakin’ good.
God, yes.
I shudder when his tongue slips between my lips, invading my mouth, filling me with him.
He lets out a low growl and pushes me to the ground, the rough denim of his jeans pressing on my naked core as he covers my body with his.
I can feel his bulge, rock hard and impossibly big as he grinds himself against me. The friction drives me wild.
“Fuck, Everly,” he groans. “This is what you do to me.”
Desire is pooling between my thighs, hot and slick, and I quiver at the feral glint in Gunnar’s eyes. It’s like a promise. Or a warning…
“I need to have you, princess,” he mutters darkly. “I need to know you want it.”
A whimper escapes me at his words. The sun is still blazing overhead, the creek still flowing, birds still chirping. But all of it dissolves when Gunnar looks at me like this. Like every second is a fight for control.
“I want it,” I tell him breathlessly. “I want you.”
The words hang in the air between us for a moment.
Then Gunnar makes a noise deep in his throat—the last of his restraint snapping.
I see the shift in his expression, the primal side taking over, and he’s already grabbing at my shirt, tearing at the buttons of the oversized plaid.
It falls open, exposing my curves to his hungry gaze, and he growls again, running his hands over my skin like he wants to memorize every inch of me.
“So fucking beautiful.” His voice is low and dangerous as he rakes his eyes over my plump breasts, the swell of my belly. Then he tips his head down, his hot tongue sliding over my skin. Tasting me…moving down past my belly button…inching toward the junction of my thighs.
“Oh!”
I gasp as his tongue reaches my clit, flicking against it.
My whole body jolts, fingers digging into the dirt as Gunnar sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth.
The pressure is merciless. Too much. Too good.
I buck my hips, trying to escape him, but he rests a powerful arm over me, forcing me down. Forcing me to take it.
Yes, yes, yes…
I come fast, throbbing against Gunnar’s mouth with a shuddery moan.
But he doesn’t give me a second to recover.
Doesn’t stop sucking on my oversensitive clit, even as I thrash against him.
With his free hand, he trails his fingers over my folds, finding my entrance.
Then he pushes inside, pumping me in a brutal rhythm until my vision turns white.
“Oh, God!”
I’m making so much noise, but I don’t care.
We’re deep in the forest here, away from the trails—just me and Gunnar.
There’s nobody to hear me scream. Nobody to see him devouring me like a starving man.
Heck, even if the whole world could see, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
I’m too far gone—nothing but raw animal need and sticky arousal.
Gunnar’s fingers curl, hitting the perfect spot, and everything explodes as a second orgasm crashes over me, stronger than the first. It sucks the breath from my lungs, leaving me a trembling wreck as Gunnar draws out every second of pleasure.
Then he pulls his fingers out of me and laps up every last drop of cream, his tongue delving between my folds until I’m completely spent.
He tilts his head up from between my legs, meeting my gaze. His beard is slick, glistening with my arousal, eyes molten as we stare at each other.
“You taste fucking amazing, princess.”
I shiver at the praise. I love it when he calls me princess. It makes me feel like I belong to him.
“I’m gonna make you come again,” he growls as he moves back up my body, his mouth brushing my ear. “But this time, you’re gonna do it all over my cock.”
I whimper, nodding eagerly. “Please.”
He’s already given me two delicious orgasms, but I’m still not sated. I won’t be sated until he’s inside me. My body is begging for it—a deep, animal need that only Gunnar can satisfy.
I watch as he eases off me and pulls down his jeans, his eyes never leaving my face. It feels like I’m being stared down by a wild animal, and it only turns me on more as Gunnar removes the final layer between us. His cock springs free, and a gasp lodges in my throat.
Oh my God.
His cock is as huge as the rest of him—thick and meaty and dripping with pre-cum. My sex throbs at the sight of it, legs trembling as Gunnar pins me to the ground. His body dwarfs me completely, blocking out everything else. I feel tiny beneath him. Helpless. At his mercy.
And I love it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Gunnar breathes, positioning himself between my thighs. “You better be ready for me.”
“I’m ready. I’ve never done this before, but I want it. I want you.”
Gunnar’s fierceness softens for a moment as he looks down at me. “I’ve never done this either, princess. Never met anybody I wanted until you.”
His words send a fresh wave of longing through me.
He’ll be my first—and I’ll be his. It feels so right, but I don’t want him to go easy on me.
I don’t want restraint. I want to take everything this man can give me, and as Gunnar fists his cock, lining himself up with my entrance, I know he’s going to give me exactly what I want.
The softness has already vanished from his expression, and I shiver as his cock pokes against me, hard as stone.
“You’re mine now, princess,” Gunnar murmurs, eyes fixed on mine.
Then he thrusts inside me, filling me up in one rough movement. We both groan, lips falling open as we stare at each other.
Oh God.
He’s so big. Achingly big. I’m stretched tight around him, eyes watering as I try to adjust to the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Gunnar grits out. “So full of my cock.”
I squirm, letting out a whimper. “It feels really good.”
I’ve never felt anything like it. Pain and pleasure. The delicious sting of being stretched apart.
Gunnar doesn’t give me a second to breathe. With his gaze locked on mine, he starts to move, pumping into me hard and fast. His heavy balls smack against my ass with each thrust, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.
“That’s it, princess. Hold on to me.”
He pounds me into the forest floor, the loud slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the trees. The sun beats down on our naked bodies, sweat beading on our skin as Gunnar stuffs me full of his cock, his guttural moans mingling with my whines of pleasure.
“Yes!” I sob. “Oh, please…”
My words turn garbled, a string of nonsensical pleas as Gunnar fucks me like he owns me.
Each time I think he can’t take me harder, he does, forcing every giant inch of his cock inside my pussy.
I can feel the thick veins of his shaft brushing spots I never knew existed, hitting so deep it feels like he’s about to split me in half.
“Look at you taking my cock,” he groans. “You’re such a good girl, Everly. Such a good girl for me.”
Then he leans in to kiss me, his hot tongue filling my mouth. He’s taking over every one of my senses, overwhelming me completely until it feels like I’m drowning in him—his scent, his taste. It’s enough to drive me to the edge.
Gunnar swallows my scream as I come for him, the pleasure crashing through me in a fierce wave. Then he pulls back from our kiss and slides out of me. I keen in protest, immediately missing his heat, the feeling of being full of him.
“Don’t worry, princess. I’m not done with you yet.”
He flips me onto my stomach, positioning me so I’m on all fours and facing the creek.
My fingers dig into the earth as Gunnar pushes into me from behind, making my breath catch all over again.
He feels even deeper in this position, and his calloused hands grip my hips tight, holding me in place as he starts to move.
“That’s my girl,” he says, bending down to press a kiss on my back. “Keep taking my cock just like that.”
He picks up the pace, rutting me like an animal on the forest floor until I’m sobbing. My breasts bounce with each thrust, Gunnar’s body slapping against my ass cheeks, and I arch into him, desperate for more. I can hear his breaths turning ragged, his groans getting louder.
“I want you to come again for me, princess,” he pants. “Wanna feel it all over my dick.”
I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit as Gunnar’s thrusts turn more urgent, and it doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar tightening deep inside me.
“Gunnar, I’m gonna come,” I whimper.
“Fuck. Me too, princess.”
We fall apart together. I sob Gunnar’s name, my whole body shuddering as his hot cum spills inside me, spurting deep like he’s marking his territory.
He fills me up, his seed dripping down my thighs until I’m a hot, sticky mess, and when he’s finally finished, I crumple to the ground—boneless and exhausted.
I feel Gunnar reach for me, pulling me on top of him as he lies back on the ground. With a sigh, I rest against his sweaty chest, breathing hard. Then I go still as a thought hits me.
“Shoot, am I on your bad shoulder?”
I start to pull away, but Gunnar holds me tight.
“You’re not going anywhere, Everly.”
I’m too tired to argue, but I make sure to shift my body weight over to his left. Then I melt into him, smiling against his chest.
“That was incredible,” I hear him murmur, running a hand through my hair.
“It really was.”
“You did so good, princess.”
My smile widens. I feel like I’m glowing, wrapped up in a cocoon of happiness. I can’t believe that just happened—can’t believe I just lost my virginity to this gorgeous mountain man. But I’m so happy I did. Lying here naked in his arms feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I could stay like this forever.
We hold each other in silence, listening to the bubbling creek and the sway of the trees as we catch our breath.
“Look at me,” Gunnar says after a few minutes.
I do as I’m told, lifting my head up to meet his gaze, and my heart somersaults at the way he’s looking at me—like he can’t believe I’m real.
“I meant what I said before, Everly.” He reaches a hand up to touch my face, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re mine now. I’m not letting you go.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I tease, warmth blooming in my chest.
“Yes. You get to say ‘I do’ at our wedding.”
I blink at him, waiting for a wink, a smile, some kind of acknowledgement that he’s joking.
Teasing me. But it doesn’t come. He looks deadly serious, eyes blazing with intensity, and before I can find the words to reply, he rests a hand on the back of my head and pulls me down toward him, kissing me hard on the mouth.
It’s a fierce, passionate kiss that makes my head spin, and as I kiss him back, I know he’s right.
I’m all his.