Free Sierra Seduction by Kate Richards Page A

mind, to tell him to fuck her cunt, but then he toyed with her clit, circling, rubbing and her passion sent her bumping back.
    “Now!”
    He shoved his thick cock past the ring of muscle into her ass, stretching her so she couldn’t think. It stung, it hurt…it felt so good. Val stopped and held in place, but she moaned.
    “Nooo, don’t stop.”
    He pinched her clit and she screamed, incoherent syllables trying to express her pleasure as her orgasm flowed over her and he pushed all the way in, his groin against her ass cheeks, his balls bouncing against her pussy.
    “I don’t…know why I never did this before.” She panted, thrusting back to take him, wanting him as deeply inside her as he could go, wanting to take him in and hold him forever. But soon…just as she began to ache, hot liquid filled her, oozing out around his cock when he pulled it back and fell to the sleeping bag at her side.
    She rolled over and took his hand, kissing his fingers. “ This won’t be the last time.”

Chapter Six
     
    Not the last time. Mickie’s words chilled his blood. She’d offered him her first time and he’d been fool enough to walk away. Now she’d given him her last first and he should be wise enough to know better than to make that mistake twice. He’d lost the right to protest anything before yesterday, when he witnessed a woman who looked familiar traipsing over the trail below him.
    But he’d do anything to make sure to keep his future privileges intact. Yes, his career climb had fed a certain part of his ego, but how long did he have to keep proving himself to…to himself?
    Val pulled a squeeze bottle of soap from his pack and a collapsible bucket and moved down to the water where he filled it from the chattering creek and returned to her side. Tenderly, he cleaned away the evidence of their afternoon frolic from her skin and his, aware the shadows lengthened and soon their sunny spot would lose its warmth.
    Mickie sat up and stretched. “We need to find a better spot to camp, this little valley is going to be a wind tunnel when the evening breeze kicks up.” She moved to stand, but he laid a hand on her arm. Her gaze questioned.
    “Soon. We can climb back up. I saw a good place over the next ridge where we can set up the tent. But first let’s talk.”
    The beginning of the promised wind brought the aspens above them to noisy life, but their beach remained warm and she nodded. Val sat legs spraddled and pulled her to sit between them, resting against his chest, while he leaned against the rock behind them. A chipmunk raced by on the boulders on the other side of the water and paused to chitter at them.
    “He’s scolding us,” she said.
    “Probably me.” The cry of a hawk cut through the afternoon and their visitor disappeared into a crevice. “I ’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
    Mickie traced idle circles on his bare leg. “Val, everyone makes mistakes. I tried to force your hand way back when, hoping if you…if we made love, I could convince you to change your mind and stay.”
    “If we had…” He stilled her touch and patted her hand. “Tickles. If we had, I might have stayed.”
    “And that would have been a huge mistake, see? You would have hated me for thwarting your dreams.”
    He finger combed her hair, pausing to work out a leafy twig which he held to his nose, inhaling the sharp herbal scent. “High for sage up here.”
    She shrugged. “I picked it up somewhere. But do you understand? Your refusing me was the smart thing to do. I know that now.”
    He ached to his core for the woman he should have spent his life with. The woman who’d taken him to the highest sexual peak he’d ever experienced. Sex with Mickie was everything he’d thought it would be and more. He’d gladly die buried in her sweet pussy. “I’m not so sure, but I can’t go back.”
    “And your family, you can’t regret your girls.”
    “No, my daughters and my grandchildren are the light of my life. I want