Page 32 of Daddy of the Mountain

As he bared my skin to his hungry eyes, I felt a rush of vulnerability unlike anything I had experienced before. Yet it was not fear that gripped me but a heady mix of anticipation and surrender.

"You in those red panties," he growled. "You're really something. I'm the luckiest fucking man in the world."

Then, he shook of his clothes.

His body was sensational.

Every line and curve of Silas's body spoke of rugged strength and untamed wilderness. His chest was broad and solid, etched with the sinewy muscles that spoke of endless hours spent among the mountains. Each breath he took seemed to expandhis frame, drawing my eyes to the ripple of his abdomen, a landscape of taut muscle beneath the sun-kissed skin.

His arms, corded with power, held me with a gentle firmness that promised both protection and passion. The veins stood out against his bronzed skin as if eager to trace the path of every touch, every caress. I felt his heartbeat thrumming beneath my fingertips as they trailed down his sculpted torso.

As my gaze traveled lower, I couldn't help but admire the lean hips that hinted at grace beneath the raw masculinity. The defined lines of his thighs spoke of endurance and resilience, each muscle honed by the demands of Snowview's harsh terrain. And between them, a fierce hardness pressed against me, a testament to his desire and the primal need that bound us together in this moment of raw, unbridled passion.

Silas's cock stood proudly against my quivering thighs, a thick and pulsing length that demanded attention. Every inch of him was a promise, a declaration of the primal lust that simmered between us. The head glistened with a sheen of need, a bead of moisture at the tip hinting at the fervor that burned within him.

With one hand, he guided me to my knees, the snow cold and crunchy beneath my bare knees. I didn’t care. All I could think about was him, the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that mattered.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he said, glancing down at me. "You're going to make a perfect little good girl, aren't you?"

He sounded almost agonized, his voice strained with need. I didn't know how to respond, so I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the base of his shaft.

"Ally," he breathed, his hands tangling themselves in my hair, guiding me closer. And then, there was nothing but the two ofus, the cold air kissing our heated bodies, and the sound of our ragged breaths mingling with the rustling of the pines.

My lips traveled upwards, my tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock, tasting him for the first time. He was salty and sweet, a heady combination that made my core ache with need. I wanted more, needed to feel all of him inside of me.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. "You like that, don't you?"

I couldn't answer him—the only response was a muffled moan as I took more of him into my mouth, my tongue dancing over every ridge and vein I could find. It felt so good, so right, like this was where I was always meant to be.

His cock twitched in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I didn't want it to end, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he came.

With a gentle tug, Silas pulled me off him. I looked up, confused, but the intensity in his eyes stole my breath. "My turn," he said, his voice rough with desire. “You ready to feel something brand new?”

I nodded, “I trust you, Daddy.”

He laid me back on the snow, the cold sending pleasure and excitement through me. His fingers found my heat, and I arched into his touch, desperate for more. But he took his time, teasing me until I was writhing beneath him, pleading for release.

And then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving into my folds, lapping at my most sensitive spots. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair as he devoured me. It was incredible, better than anything I'd ever experienced.

"Daddy, please," I begged, needing to feel him inside me.

He obliged, positioning himself at my entrance. With agonizing slowness, he pushed into me, stretching me, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, my nails digging into his back.

He stilled for a moment, allowing me to adjust. Then, he began to move, his thrusts deep and hard, each one hitting that spot within me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

As he pounded into me, his mouth covered mine, swallowing my moans. His hands were everywhere, sliding over my body, bringing me to the edge of pleasure with every touch.

I was completely lost in the moment, consumed by the heat and intensity between us. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was here in the middle of the woods with a man who made me feel more alive than I ever had before.

And then it hit me—the cold air, the snow beneath us, the adrenaline rushing through my veins—it all added to the rawness and primal nature of our coupling. We were two beasts in heat, claiming each other in a desperate frenzy.

In that moment, there was nothing else but us. No society telling us what was right or wrong. No expectations or roles to play. It was just Silas and I, two beings connected on a primal level.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to release as Silas' thrusts became more urgent. And then it happened—my body exploded with pleasure, my back arching off the ground as I cried out his name.

"You're mine," he growled, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "All mine."

I could only nod, lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of being so utterly cherished and possessed. Together, we chased our release, our moans and gasps echoing through the clearing.

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