Page 9 of Caught with the Mountain Man

“Your pussy’s so wet,” I said. “You feel so good.”

“Oh God,” she said. “Keep talking.”

That was progress. She’d used God instead of gosh. Did that mean she was opening up to me? Embracing her naughty side? Maybe both.

“I want you to come all over my dick,” I said. “I want to feel your sweet pussy around my throbbing cock.”

“Oh, yes,” she said. “Oh God. Grayson. This feels so… Ahh.”

I sucked in a deep breath and smiled, knowing my future wife was having her third orgasm. She was also no longer a virgin. She was mine.

She stilled briefly, but then started moving again. I knew she wanted to keep going until I came, but there was one problem with that.

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and said what needed to be said. “I don’t have protection, hon. So we’re either going to have to stop or?—”

“I’m on birth control,” she said. “I snuck and did it in college. All my friends were on it.”

“I’m safe,” I said.

She twisted around a little to look back over her shoulder at me. Her eyes narrowed, and I knew she was curious.

“It’s been a while for me,” I said. “I’ve kind of embraced the solitary lifestyle up here. Until?—”

Until I met you.

Those words remained unspoken, but I hoped she got the sentiment. This was not a one-time thing for me. This was for keeps.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked.

Fuck, that was hot. Maybe it was knowing it wasn’t in her nature to say those words. That she only said them for me. Or maybe it was that sweet face that hid a wild woman underneath. Whatever the case, my dick was harder than ever, and I was aching for release.

“Why don’t you fuck me until I come?” I asked.

She didn’t move yet, though. Instead, she asked, “Can I face you?”

I nodded. “That would actually be great.”

I helped her off me and she turned around to straddle me, her breasts at eye level. I groaned. Yes, this was even hotter. I’d try to make her come again, but I wouldn’t last long at all.

She started to move, but I stilled her with my hands on her hips and ran a tongue over each of her nipples. This was for my gratification, not hers, but she sucked in a breath, anyway. She liked that. After I came, I’d settle her back on the couch and lick that pussy again.

Within seconds, she was moving again, my loose grip on her hips no match for her boundless energy. She held eye contact as her lips parted slightly. I couldn’t stop looking at her—that facethat had a slight glow to it that I hadn’t noticed before, those generous tits bouncing with each movement…

And then she reached one hand behind her and ran her fingers over my balls. My eyes involuntarily slammed shut as the most intense orgasm of my life raced through me.

I couldn’t stop the loud noise that came from my mouth. It was almost a roar. Luckily, there was no one nearby to hear it.

As I shot my seed deep into her, I couldn’t help but regret she was on birth control. I wanted this woman to have my baby—multiple babies, even. I wanted to build a life with her here in Rosewood Ridge.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her, fearing I might see something that said things weren’t the same for her. But she was staring at me with an expression I could only define as love.

Yes, she was feeling this too.

“Do you like chocolate chip cookies?” I asked.

Her smile fell and her head tilted as she seemed to try to work out what I was asking. “Yes?” she answered.

I couldn’t help but laugh, but I had to explain. “I bake,” I said. “And cook. It’s kind of a thing at the fire hall. I just need to run next door and get a few ingredients.”

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