Page 14 of Mountain Beast

“I’m greedy for an orgasm,” she quips, and I grin at her fire.

Who knew a reluctant night out with my friends would result in this little valkyrie warming my bed and giving me shit?

When the head of my cock notches against Autumn’s wet entrance, I pause and look up long enough to ensure she’s still with me. She offers a sloppy nod of consent, her fingernails digging into my back, urging me forward.

And who am I to disappoint the lady?

I thrust my hips forward with a grunt, burying deep in one powerful stroke.

“Holy fuck.” Autumn arches her back, and I take the opportunity to suck on her tit, drawing the berry tip between my lips, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

“Don't come yet, baby.”

She playfully slaps my shoulder. “You're not that good.”

The challenge hangs in the air, and my smile turns into a smirk of confidence.

“Wanna bet?” I begin a pounding rhythm. The slap of skin on skin fills the room with our pants of desire.

Autumn's slick heat is a tight clamp on my cock, squeezing and choking my dick for all it's worth.

It's the best damn pussy I've had. Which could be a problem when this thing between us ends. But nothing lasts forever, right? Especially when it's between a town cast off and a classy doctor like her.

It's not what you want, anyway, I remind myself.

The similarities between Autumn and my ex Ashley are uncomfortable. Ashley also had the girl next door vibe going on. And she used it to her advantage. Hooking me in. Using me to fulfill her fantasy of being ravished by a beast.

She liked knowing that she was better than me. Never failed to remind me of our different statuses.

“Hey.” There's a light tap on my cheek. “You still with me?” Autumn's curious gaze studies mine, and I shake away the thoughts of Ashley.

She no longer has a place in this bedroom.

“Don't worry about me, valkyrie. Worry about coming on this thick cock.”

“Ah, there you are,” she says. Her eyes drop lower to my shoulders and arms, tracing one of the designs inked in black. “God, these are so hot. It's really unfair.”

“That my tattoos are hot?” I joke.

“Yes. And that your beard is hot. And your voice…”

“Okay, okay. I get it, Little Miss Cock Drunk. You find me irresistible.”

There's an itch beneath my skin. A flushed heat on my cheeks that doesn't have to do with fucking into Autumn's hot cunt.

It almost feels like embarrassment.

I don't need Autumn spitting out compliments.

That's not what this—a relationship where she builds my self-esteem.

So, instead of dwelling on how she sees me, I decide to turn the tables on her. “You have any sexy tattoos?”

“Are you kidding me?” Her brows rise to her hairline, before I hit a particularly good spot in her pussy, and she moans.

“Yeah, I forgot you’re only pretending to be a bad girl. Good girls don't get tattoos, right?”

Her gaze narrows. “I didn't say that.”