Page 11 of Stolen By the Mountain Man

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ISAAC

I’d made my fiancée come for the first time.

The first time I knew of, anyway. If Daphne was like me, she’d rubbed one out at least daily since we were first matched.

We didn’t talk sex or anything even slightly flirty in our emails, and I’d found myself longing for it. She’d seemed very clinical and professional in her interactions with me, and I wanted what I’d seen from her tonight—the sweet, flirty, warm woman who’d shared a long ride and messy food at dinner.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, turning to stare up at me.

Just looking at her had me practically coming on the spot, and it was no wonder. My dick was covered in her juices. I’d had to hold myself back from splashing cum all over the floor while listening to her sweet sounds of pleasure. But focusing on her had helped.

She knelt and my heart stopped. When she grabbed the golf club and handed it to me, disappointment flooded me. I was hoping she was kneeling for another reason.

But as she stood, positioning me as she’d been positioned before, I decided to wait and see what she had in mind. Shedidn’t disappoint. First, she began unbuttoning my shirt, not taking her eyes off me as, button by button, she revealed my naked chest.

I was proud of my physique. I’d honed it through hours of hard work in the elements and, yeah, before I left the military, plenty of time in the base gym lifting weights. It was all worth it for the appreciative stare I got now as she lowered her gaze to take in what her fingers were baring.

Finally, she shoved the shirt off my shoulders. I helped by unbuttoning the cuffs and shaking it off. In the meantime, she slid her hands under the band of my underwear, which was now at mid-thigh, and pushed both those and my jeans down until finally, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. And then I was standing there naked, just as she’d been.

“Work on your swing,” she said as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

Immediately, I saw what I’d just put her through by expecting her to swing when I was touching her and gliding my dick along her slippery slit. Focusing on swinging was the last thing I wanted to do right now. Besides, she was kind of blocking the area where I’d need to swing.

But I wanted to be a good sport, so I lifted the golf club into position and held it, staring straight ahead as she wrapped her lips around my tip, then took me in deep—as deep as she could go. Or so it seemed.

She used her tongue and her lips, driving me crazy until finally I looked down at her and saw her gaze lifted toward my face. That was just about my undoing.

I dropped the golf club to the ground, barely noticing the almost ear-shattering noise it made, and pulled away from her. “Let’s go to bed.”

She shook her head and looked back over her shoulder toward my home theater. “I want you to fuck me over there. Pretend we’re in a crowded movie theater.”

Round two of our playacting? I liked the way this woman thought. And she was my future bride. That meant I had an entire lifetime of adventures ahead of me.

I stopped to grab the condom I’d slid into my wallet in preparation for her arrival. I had a whole box in my nightstand, but I wanted to be prepared. It had been months since I’d had sex and even longer since I’d brought a woman home with me. Actually, I’d never brought a woman home with me. Not to this cabin. It was far away from civilization, which made it easier to go back to a woman’s place.

I’d never have to worry about that again now. My future was right here, settling onto one of my theater chairs.

“Should we put our clothes on?” I asked. “This isn’t exactly realistic.”

“Fuck realism.” She winced. “Sorry. I don’t normally use that word so much. I guess you’re bringing it out in me.”

I wondered about that as I walked around and sat next to her. Did that make me a bad influence? Was being a bad influence wrong? If it was, I didn’t want to be right.

I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “What movie should we pretend we’re seeing in a theater?”

Daphne picked an action-adventure movie, saying it’d be less distracting. I begged to differ, but it didn’t matter. With what was going on between us, not much could distract me from her.

We started the movie sitting side-by-side, pretending to watch it. But within seconds, her hands were wandering, and that gave me permission to move my hand to her leg. She settled her fingers on the inside of my thigh, tracing patterns over my skin and gradually easing her way upward until my cock throbbed painfully.

Once again, I found her warm, moist center, moving over her clit in a gentle back-and-forth pattern, my movements barely noticeable. It seemed to get her attention, though. Her lips were parted, and those generous tits were moving slightly with each of her deep breaths. I tried not to take my eyes off the screen, but all my focus was on that area of her body.

“Straddle me,” I said.

“Won’t people see that?” she whispered back.

Of course, the people behind us would know what was going on if we were in an actual theater. We weren’t in an actual theater.

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