Page 6 of The Mountain Man's Secret Baby

“What you do doesn’t matter to me, Emily. Stay the fuck out of my life.”

Then, he storms to the bedroom and stalks in, slamming the door behind him. I’m left alone in the living room, the silence ringing in my ears as I try to recover. What just happened? Why did he scrutinize my curves like that, and then act like I’m the ugliest woman he’s ever seen? Nevertheless, one thing’s for certain. Christian Degas and I hate each other ... even though we’re trapped together in a cabin in the woods.

5

Christian

I’m a motherfucking dirty old man. There’s no other way to put it. Emily’s far too young. She’s far too delectable, innocent, and obviously untouched. I can’t go there.

She’s also your ex-wife’s daughter, the voice in my head snarks.Pamela would have a shit fit if she knew you were lusting after her little girl.

I shake my head because the voice is right, although I don’t give a fuck what my ex thinks. What she does is her business, and what I do is mine. But this is where shit gets fucked up because I’m obsessed with the curvy young woman in my living room, and said curvy young woman happens to be Emily Robinson, Pamela’s daughter. If our divorce wasn’t acrimonious already, it’s about to become ten times more so.

What the fuck? How the fuck did this fucked-up situation even materialize, anyways?

But the answer’s all too clear. Pamela’s filling in for another dancer tonight, and she turned tail and left me in this cabin to deal with her shit. To be honest, the ‘possession is nine-tenths of the law’ crap is the last thing on my mind right now. Instead, theonlything on my mind is the gorgeous teen girl outside, who’s going to be sleeping within fifty feet of me tonight. And tomorrow night. And for god knows how long, given the shitty weather.

I sit on the bed, cradling my head in my hands. Holy fuck. Can I resist the temptation? Can I prevent myself from going out there and ravishing Emily’s lush, nubile young form? Can I stop myself from being a dirty bastard, and not take advantage of a young woman with nowhere else to go? My dick twitches and I moan again. My self-control is already hanging by a thread, and letting out an angry grunt, I get up and stalk to the bathroom.

Once inside, I flick on the light and stare at myself. My beard has come in the last few days, full and bushy. My eyes are practically rolling in their sockets, and my dark hair is mussed from frustration. I look like a fucking wild man, and that description wouldn’t be far from the truth given the sordid state of my thoughts. Sure enough, when my gaze drops downwards, I let out another grunt of disgust because my cock’s twitching and horny beneath the denim, desperate to be inside Emily’s soft, wet walls. With a grunt, I unzip, letting it spring free from the confines.

Then, like a motherfucker, I take it in my palm, greasing the length with the fluids already streaming from the tip. Oh, fuuuuuck! An image of Emily comes to mind, the young woman lush and nude, crouching in front of me. Her breasts are enormous with stiff pink nipples, and her pussy is drenched, glistening under the low lights and swollen with desire. Evenbetter, she smiles up at me while gripping my thighs with those small hands for balance, and I tap her cheek with my bulbous glans, leaving a smear of come against that soft flesh.

But instead of being offended by my debauched ways, Emily merely smiles up at me again, licking her lips and opening her mouth.

“In here, Daddy,” she whispers. “Let me make you feel good.”

By now, my hand’s pumping up and down my length, the slickness making obscene slurping sounds as I jerk myself furiously. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, am I really doing this? The young woman is literally just outside, and she hates my guts. She’d hate me even more if she knew I was jerking myself off to her beautiful body.

But I can’t stop now. Visions of Emily fill my mind. Her sweet, delectable pout sucking on my dick, her cheeks hollowing as she looks up at me with those pretty eyes. My massive cock, pillowed between those big breasts, sawing back and forth as she holds those ivory orbs tight together to allow me to tit-fuck her. Her legs spread open, that vag creamy with lust as she comes all over my cock, her eyes opening wide as she screams my name.

“Christian!” she shrieks. “Oh yes, Daddy! Fuck my aching pussy!”

The imagery is too much. My hand reaches breakneck pace, and like a motherfucker, I come into the basin of the sink. Hot jets spurt everywhere, splattering the porcelain on all sides, and unfortunately, some of it even gets onto the faucets and mirror. But my climax is worth it. My seed pumps as visions of the beautiful teen girl dance before my eyes, muffled groans of pleasurable release echoing in the small space. Fuck!

Finally, the pulsing ceases and I reach for a square of toilet paper before wiping off my dripping shaft. Fuck! Did I really do that? Did I just jerk off to sordid visions of my creamy, innocent stepdaughter in my head? But it’s true because as I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, there are only more visions of Emily. This time, the curvy girl sweaty and sated, her curves heaving and damp as she smiles for me. Her legs are parted on the bed, showing off her just-fucked cunt, and the fact is that she’s even more gorgeous like this, with a pussy filled with my cream.

I groan again, tossing the tissue away before grabbing another one to clean the mirror and sink. What the fuck have I come to? Even worse ... how will I survive the next couple days?

6

Christian

Isurvive by locking myself in my bedroom. I literally don’t come out until the next morning because I can’t trust myself. After jacking off to Emily in the bathroom, I did it again late at night. Tossing and turning, I couldn’t take it anymore. Around 2 a.m., I got up and took a cold shower, but it didn’t work. All that happened is that I jacked off, this time spraying the walls of the small cube while visions of the innocent young thing danced before my eyes. Emily was even more beautiful this time, spreading her legs for me and holding herself open as she begged me to fuck her tiny twat. Fuck fuck fuck! How the fuck is this even happening?

But it is, and now, the grey light of dawn has come and I can’t stay locked in my bedroom any longer. I’m starving after skipping dinner last night, and my stomach lets out a low growl of protest. Even more, I adhere to a strict exercise routine, and that means running seven to nine miles through the woods eachmorning, so I’m outfitted in warm, winter running gear with sneakers strapped to my feet. I’ll grab an energy bar, and take it with me as I make my way through the woods.

Still, the prospect of seeing the sweet girl in the flesh is daunting. What if I lose control? What if I become an animal and ravage her sleeping form? I let out a low growl of agony, letting my imagination run wild for a moment. What will I see when I open the door? Will it be a vision of Emily, clad in nothing but a big t-shirt, asleep on my couch with her golden hair mussed? Will her big breasts be rising and falling softly as she breathes, her hips turned slightly to show me the curve of her ass? Or will her legs be a tiny bit splayed, that pretty nightgown bunched up around her waist, giving me a glimpse of her damp pussy and tight rosebud?

Fuck, you’re a dirty asshole, the voice in my head whispers.But you’ll be fine. You need some food so keep it under control and focus.

My stomach rumbles in agreement, and I summon my self-control again before taking a deep breath. My cock’s still twitching but fuck it. I have to go out there, sooner or later. I can’t starve myself to death.

But when the door swings open, my heart drops because Emily’s not there. There’s a neatly folded blanket at the foot of the sofa, so it’s clear she slept here last night. But where is the curvy girl? Did she go outside?

Glancing out the window, I see movement in the trees about fifty feet from the cabin, and immediate realization crashes over me. Oh shit. There’s only one bathroom in the house, and it’s attached to my bedroom. Emily must have brushed her teeth in the kitchen sink last night, judging from the toothbrush andtoothpaste on the counter, but she had no way of accessing the facilities without knocking on my door. As a result, she must have gone out into the woods to relieve herself and I immediately feel bad. She’s an unwanted guest, but she’s still a guest, and I shouldn’t have acted like such a fucking bear.

Grabbing a protein bar, I stuff it in my jacket pocket before letting myself out the back door. I’ll have to make it up to the young woman. An apology is unnecessary, but I can’t keep letting her go out into the cold to relieve herself. As if underlining my point, when I step outside a gust of freezing wind hits me in full in the face, stinging my cheeks, and the snow is so thick and white that it looks like a fucking winter wonderland. It’s clear that Emily won’t be leaving because the roads are snowed over, which means that I’ll be spending another day in close confines with sheer temptation ... and I’ll be fucked as a result.

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