Page 28 of Maple Kissed by the Mountain Man

I stared at her, genuinely incredulous. “Too heavy?”

“I’m not a petite little thing, Ford.”

“Maggie, I carried you across a surging creek on my back without breaking a sweat.”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“I was wearing clothes, and I wasn’t about to sit on... on that.”

I couldn’t help the laugh I gave. I took her hand and pressed her palm firmly against the broad shaft of my erection.

“Feel that? Feel how rock-hard I am?”

Her fingers curled around me involuntarily.

“I got this hard just looking at you. From hearing your voice. From imagining these thick, gorgeous thighs wrapped around my waist every night. You aren’t too heavy. You’re perfection.”

Maggie’s lips parted on a soft gasp.

I guided her right leg over my hips, straddling me. “Put your weight on me.”

She settled over my thighs cautiously, testing the waters.

“More,” I ordered, my hands gripping her lush hips. “Open up for me.”

She spread her knees wider, sliding forward until her wet, swollen folds rested directly over the head of my cock, her heat pressing directly against my bare tip.

A sharp, ragged breath tore from her throat as my pre-cum kissed her entrance.

“You’re not going to break me, Bennett,” I promised, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbing her erect nipples. “Sit all the way down on me.”

She let her weight fall onto my lap.

The blunt pressure of her slick body against my groin nearly made me leap off the floor.

Maggie looked down at me, a dangerous, triumphant smile slowly spreading across her face. “You really like this, don’t you?”

I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her down. “Have you been paying any attention at all today?”

Her smile turned entirely wicked.

There she was. The fiery, relentless woman who’d stood outside my locked gate and demanded entry.

She lifted her hips slightly, using her hand to guide the wide head of my cock to her entrance. She aligned us, then slowly, agonizingly, began to lower herself down.

We both stopped dead.

She was impossibly tight.

My jaw locked so hard my teeth creaked as my dick stretched her open, inch by excruciating inch, bare head carving into her velvety depths.

Maggie’s nails bit deep into the muscle of my chest. “Ford...”

“Take it easy,” I choked out, holding her hips steady, refusing to rush her. “Take as much as you can.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her throat working as she swallowed.