Page 17 of Her Mountain Man Rescuer

Weston nods, cupping my cheek. “I’ve never done this before, sugar…but I won’t let myself hurt you. If it ever hurts too much, you need to tell me, okay?”

“You mean you’ve never had sex?”

He shakes his head. “Never met anybody I cared about enough. Not until…” His voice tapers off, and he swallows hard, but the unsaid words make me glow with pleasure.

“It’s my first time too,” I say, my heart fluttering at the look in his eyes. “And I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

Instead of replying, he kisses me hard. His raw, masculine taste makes me desperate for more, and our tongues meet, sliding together as Weston moves inside me. His thrusts are slow at first, gentle, and the initial discomfort quickly disappears, giving way to pleasure.

“Faster,” I breathe between kisses. “Please. I can take it.”

Weston growls his approval, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he fucks me harder, his cock pounding me in a delicious rhythm. I tip my head back and moan, squeezing my eyes shut. It feels so good. So right.

“Look at me, Audrey.” Weston’s voice is a deep command that makes my eyes snap open, and I hold his gaze, the intensity driving me wild. It’s almost too much. But he cups my face, holding me still, forcing me to look at him.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Good girl. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

I do as I’m told, crying out as Weston picks up the pace, slapping his cock into me, rutting me like an animal. His thick length hits nerves deep inside me, sending bolts of electricity up my spine.

“Does that feel good?”

I nod, panting hard.

“Use your words, sugar.”

“Yes, it f-feels good,” I sob. “So good.”

My body moves instinctively, meeting Weston’s thrusts. The bed creaks beneath us, skin smacking together, and all the while his eyes drill into mine, burning with a promise.

You’re mine,they seem to say.You belong to me.

And right now, it feels like I really do. I’m all his—taking him in the most intimate way possible—our bodies moving in sync. Weston is all that matters.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth. “Look at you taking my cock. You feel so damn good, sugar.”

His words make me moan, and I feel my orgasm bloom between my legs, getting closer with every thrust. Warmth spreads through me, fizzing through my veins. I move like a wild thing, bucking against him, taking him deeper, chasing the pleasure.

“Oh! Weston!”

I force myself to look at him as I come, my gaze unfocused as the world explodes around me. Spasms rack my body, my pussy throbbing around Weston’s fat cock, and I grab at him desperately, holding tight.

“Fuck, Audrey!”

His rhythm turns slack, and I feel his warm cum spurt deep inside me, filling me up until we’re both spent. Weston collapses beside me, breathing hard as he presses lazy kisses on my neck, his hand stroking my hair. I curl up against him, safe and happy, butterflies filling my stomach.

I just lost my virginity to this gorgeous mountain man.

How is this real life?

“That was perfect, sugar,” Weston says eventually, once our breathing has returned to normal. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” I lift my head, beaming at him. “We should do that again.”

He chuckles, pulling me tight against him. “I like your thinking, Miss Denver.”

But as he captures my lips between his own, his beard scratching my chin, I feel a shadow pass over my happiness.

Miss Denver.

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