Page 21 of Single-Dad: The Mountain Man

He pours into my womb and it feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. As his body wraps around me we float in a sea of bliss.

He pulls out of me slowly, and I twitch.

“You okay, angel?” he asks. “Do you feel sore?”

“I’m fine. I’m more than fine. That was the most incredible experience of my life.” There’s a newfound levity in my tone. It’s like nothing outside of this room matters.

“Same here,” he rumbles. “You let me take your virginity and made me happier than I could ever imagine. You’re mine now, angel.”

“Yes, I am.” I pull him into a kiss.

* * *

Shane

This iswhat it feels like to be with the woman of my dreams.

The next few days we spent hugging in each other’s arms, exploring our naked bodies, and taking turns feeding each other breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

But even in our perfect little bubble trouble brews.

“You’re making a terrible mistake,” I say, hugging her from behind. My morning wood rages against her panties as I poke her ass.

“How’d you reach that conclusion?” she leans back into my chest.

“Because your man is the baddest man on the planet. I hate to be an asshole but yoga is for wimps.”

“My man. I like the sound of that,” she coos. “So, how about we have a thirty-minute session and you can prove to me that you can keep up.”

I drag my tongue over her neck. “I’ll be more suited for keeping up during a different kind of session. And I promise you I can last thirty…four minutes.”

My greedy hands travel down to the waistband of her panties.

“Stop it,” she giggles, slapping my hand. “Are you afraid of a challenge?”

“I’m more afraid that it won’t be much of a challenge,” I counter.

“You mean like it was when I spared you a few days ago?”

“You got a smart mouth, you know that?” I step in front of her and fuse my mouth to her lips. I break the kiss. “And you didn’t beat me.”

“I let you win.”

“You’re not going to give up on this are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine. Thirty minutes. And what do I get when I breeze through it?”

“Whatever you want,” she says.

My mind immediately spins with a dozen ideas that involve us getting naked and me worshiping her divine curves and I light up.

“You’re on.”

* * *

Twenty minutesinto our session and I feel like a damn fish out of water, I’m sweating more than I have in a long time.

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