Page 17 of Single-Dad: The Mountain Man

She melts under me as things heat up to the point where she writhes against me, lashes at my flickering tongue with her own, and invites my groans of pleasure. We’re flames in a lit fireplace during a snowstorm. And I can’t get enough of her heat.

She slides them underneath my vest. Her fingers are powerful, they leave marks of absolute euphoria as they trail along my flesh.

“I want to see you. All of you,” she whispers in a heated tone.

“Anything for you, angel,” I say. “But god don’t make me be the only one who strips or I’ll fucking die.”

She giggles at this, and it’s the best sound in the whole wide world. It’s music to my ears. I want to hear her laugh up on my mountain where it belongs every morning, with the song of the birds and the joyful sounds of life teeming through the woodland areas.

I tug my vest off. She removes her sports bra top. My already hard dick swells with enough blood at the sight of her bra that I get a little dizzy.

“Are you doing okay?” she asks.

“No, but I will be,” I rasp as I eagerly watch her wrestling to undo the buttons of her bra.

“The gloves,” she explains.

“I’ll do it.”

She lies on her stomach while I feast on her back. I splay my fingers over her skin and feel a prolonged surge of her desire.

Perfect, everything about you is so perfect.

I don’t immediately go for her bra because touching her back is a thrill all on its own. I press my fingertips into her flesh and massage her.

“Your fingers feel so good,” she groans.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through.” I got her back with kisses, ascending toward the nape of her neck and grazing it with my teeth. “I’m so crazy about you that I don’t even know what I’m doing sometimes.”

I kiss her neck and slip a hand into her leggings, into her underwear, and slip it down the cleft of her ass.

“I’ve waited for you to touch me for so long,” she moans.

My finger works into her deftly and my mind tracks back to last night, seeing her touch herself. As if my arousal could spike any higher. I begin stroking her, gently at first, trying to reenact her own rhythm from memory.

The image of her panting and moaning is seared into my brain, I doubt I could have gone a night without savagely beating my dick to it.

But now I have her between my fingers and she feels like a damn furnace that intensifies the fire in my blood for her.

I slide down her leggings to reveal her scantily-clad ass in a thong and a purr tumbles out of my mouth. Before I can seize control of my senses, I yank down my shorts and boxers to push my cock against her ass.

She gasps.

“I’m losing it, angel.”

Beneath the wild passion and ferocious fire is a sincere apology because I really don’t know how long I’m going to last.

“Let me,” she whispers. Reaching behind her, she strokes my cock.

I roll onto my back and let her take control. This wasn’t how I expected things to play out in the many scenarios that I played in my head. I imagined I’d take the lead, guide her, keep her safe as we explored her pleasure together.

But now she lowers her mouth onto my cock and pleasures me with her mouth. She meets my gaze.

Fuck you’re so sexy.

Her smile, devilish and seductive, reveals a different side to her. My angel, so sweet and innocent, wears daring and mischievous like a second skin.

She returns her attention to my cock, hungrily slickening its length with her tongue. Her touch is clumsy, yet greedy as she shifts between fondling my balls, stroking my shaft, and pleasuring me with her mouth.

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