Page 14 of Mountain Man Santa

My cheeks burn as I add quietly, “I’m sorry I’m too messy.”

“Too messy? How can great sex ever be too messy?” he asks, shaking his head like I’ve said something blasphemous. “You’re fucking perfect. Just the way I want you.”

Relief seizes me, and my mouth covers his, savoring his delicious lips and mating with his tongue in return. I love the feel of his silky beard on my cheeks and the hard wall of his muscular chest pressed tightly against my soft breasts.

He lets out another deep-seated growl as his fingers rub my clit expertly, circling it until my pulse races, and I feel lightheaded. My pussy pulsates greedily, ready to swallow the huge man’s dick whole.

He slides a finger into me, sighing with pleasure. “You’re damn well flooded for me, Stace. You should’ve let me help you with this sooner. Fuck, you feel like wet silk—warm, soft, juicy perfection.”

His finger finds my G-spot, and he works it, crooking his finger and stroking me until my walls flutter around him, and I beg him to keep going. He doesn’t stop until I scream his name, coming so hard I drench his abs and cock.

My body has never responded this way before. I didn’t even know it was possible. Embarrassment floods me as I cover my mouth with my hand, apologizing. Until Jerry’s reaction stops me in my tracks.

The giant beams, “You keep shit like that up, and I’m gonna fucking marry you. That’s exactly how I like my lube, straight outta my woman. Good girl.” He crashes into my mouth again with enthusiasm, slowly stroking me with his tongue and filling my head with all sorts of naughty ideas as his big hands drive my hips toward his cock.

I’ve never had a man speak to me this way before. Heck, I’ve never been with a man except for Elliott, and orgasm with him rarely occurred for me. If it did, it was always accidental and highly infrequent. My body quivers and spasms as Jerrypulls my panties deftly to the side, rubbing the head of his cock, already dripping pre-cum, through my honeyed folds.

“Fuck, I could get used to this,” he says, staring into my face, his eyes dilated so that his irises look like two rounds of shiny obsidian. Seizing handfuls of my ample ass, he slides slowly into my slick channel, turning his head to the side and concentrating hard. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good. You’re about to make me come, you naughty elf.”

I can barely breathe, savoring his girth inside of me, making me feel complete in a way I can’t explain. “You can come whenever you’re ready,” I say quietly. “What are you waiting for?”

He cocks his head to the side, eyeing me curiously. “Okay, I’m getting the impression we’re gonna need to set some ground rules about expectations when I’m buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. I don’t come until you come…hopefully, twice.”

“But I already have…like more than I ever thought possible.”

He smacks my ass hard, and I jump a little, letting out a shocked squeal. “That’s for coming earlier without my permission.”

His thick, massive rod lights up every nerve in my pussy, mixing pleasure and pain. He’s too big, but there’s something satisfying about the uncustomary stretch and how my ass stings from his unexpected punishment.

“Permission?” I pant.

“The bedroom’s like the fucking kitchen with me, Stace. You’ll do what I tell you when I tell you. You got that? Although every now and again, I’m also willing to take orders.”

I don’t know if I speak or nod. I don’t know anything. But I feel everything, overwhelmed by mind-numbing bliss, as my nails claw into his steel-hard back muscles, and he holds me by the hips, bouncing me up and down on his massive dick. Everytime he draws in and out, his thick tip hits my G-spot perfectly until I see stars.

The bossy chef growls out a warning. “Don’t you fucking do it until I give you permission.”

“Jerry…I can’t…I can’t…” My high-pitched scream pierces the office, and he slams into me at a punishing pace, leaving me so breathless I feel like I’m hyperventilating. He smacks my ass again, wresting another cry out of me before exploding into me. His throaty scream fills the office’s cramped space as he continues pumping into me, his movements clumsy and erratic with his orgasm.

Chapter

Nine

STACEY

The room falls silent except for our heavy breathing. I try to screw my head back on straight, asking, “What did we just do?” I shake my head for emphasis, staring at his handsome face.

He squeezes me possessively, answering, “We just did what we’re gonna do all night long, Stace. You’re coming to my cabin with me. No complaints, no regrets, no fucking hesitations. I don’t want to hear another word outta your mouth about Elliott or any other guy in this goddamn town. I’ve waited long enough. Now, you’re all mine.” His cock remains buried to the hilt inside of me, and my honey drenches his abs and upper legs.

“But it’s not that?—”

“It is that fucking simple,” he interrupts impatiently, thrusting his hips towards me to deepen the penetration, drawing another cry of pleasure from me. “I guarantee, once I get my head between your legs, you won’t complain one bit.”

I smack his shoulder, my cheeks warming. “You’re so crude.”

A shit-eating grin covers his face. “I’ll be the crudest man on the face of the fucking Earth if it brings you pleasure.” His eyes narrow, and he adds, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a dude go down on you before.”

I shrug.

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