“So beautiful,” Ash murmurs, his lips trailing fire along my neck. “You take us so well, darlin’.”
I cling to Ash, my body trembling with need as he continues his steady rhythm. Just when I think I might finally reach that elusive peak, he pulls out, leaving me whimpering.
“Brooks,” Hunter calls. “Your turn.”
Brooks steps forward, his lean muscles rippling as he kneels between my legs. He enters me slowly, savoring every inch. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, my inner walls clenching around him.
“So tight,” Brooks groans, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move. His pace is torturously slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. I writhe beneath him, desperate for more friction. My hands roam his muscular back, urging him closer.
“Please,” I beg. “Faster.”
Brooks chuckles, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. “Patience, darlin’. We have all day.”
He continues his maddeningly slow pace, each deep thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I whimper against his lips, my hips rocking desperately, seeking more friction. Brooks’s hands roam my curves, teasing and caressing as he savors every inch of me.
“So perfect,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along my jaw. “You feel amazing, Goldie.”
I cling to his shoulders, my body trembling with need. Just when I think I might finally reach that elusive peak, Brooks pulls out, leaving me aching and empty once more.
“Buck,” Hunter calls. “You’re up. Make it count.”
Buck steps forward, his massive frame blocking out the sun as he kneels between my legs. Buck’s powerful hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide as he positions himself at my entrance.
I gaze up at him, taking in his chiseled features and the desire burning in his eyes. My body trembles with anticipation, knowing he’s the last one before I can finally find release.
“Are you ready for me, darlin’?” Buck growls, his voice low and husky.
I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Buck enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out at the exquisite fullness, my back arching off the grass.
Buck sets a relentless pace, his powerful hips snapping against mine with each thrust. “Baby,” he says with a groan.
Buck’s relentless pace has me seeing stars, each powerful thrust sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. The air is thick with the scent of our passion, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with our moans of pleasure.
“That’s it, darlin’,” Buck growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let go for me. Let go for all of us.”
I gaze up at him, taking in the intensity in his eyes, the way his muscles ripple with each powerful movement.
Around us, my other mountain men watch intently, their hands working their thick shafts as they take in the sight of Buck claiming me. Buck’s rough hand slides between our bodies, his calloused fingers finding my sensitive bud. He circles it expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure. The dual sensations of his thick length filling me so completely and his fingers working my clit have me arching off the grass, crying out in pleasure.
“Oh god, Buck!” I gasp, my inner walls clenching around him. “I’m going to die.”
“You’re not gonna die, darlin’,” Buck growls, his pace never faltering. “But you are gonna come. Hard.”
His words send a shiver down my spine. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of what promises to be an earth-shattering orgasm.
Buck’s powerful thrusts and skilled fingers have my body singing with pleasure, every nerve ending on fire.
“That’s it,” Hunter encourages from beside us. “Let go, Goldie. Show us how good we make you feel.”
The combined sensations of Buck’s relentless pace, his fingers on my clit, and the hungry gazes of my other mountain men watching us are too much to bear. With a keening cry, I shatter, my release crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure. My body arches off the grass, inner walls clenching rhythmically around Buck’s thick shaft, his relentless pace never faltering, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling, gasping mess beneath him. As Buck slowly withdraws, I feel utterly boneless, my body humming with residual pleasure.
I lie back on the soft grass, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My body feels like liquid gold, warm and languid in the afterglow of my intense release. The sun caresses my skin, drying the sheen of sweat that covers me. I gaze up at my mountain men through heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of their powerful bodies. They stand in a loose circle around me, their muscular forms glistening in the afternoon light. Strong hands work thick shafts as they watch me with hungry eyes. The air is thick with the musky scent of our passion. Lynx is the first to reach his peak. He throws his head back with a guttural groan, thick ropes of pearly white painting my breasts and stomach. The sight sends a renewed spark of arousal through me, despite my body’s exhaustion.
Luke is next, his massive body tensing as he reaches his peak. He growls my name as he comes, his release joining Lynx’s on my flushed skin. The warm droplets trickle down my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Hunter and Ash finish together, their deep groans mingling as they mark me with their seed. I shiver at the possessive glint in their eyes as they gaze down at me, admiring their handiwork.
One by one, my mountain men reach their climax, painting my body with their release. I bask in the possessive gazes of my lovers, feeling utterly claimed and cherished. They are more than just lovers to me, they are my faithful mountain men who have stolen my heart.
THE END
