Page 9 of The Mountain Man's Secret Baby

“Emily,” a deep voice rasps. “Shit, baby. Please wake up.”

I sit up, the blanket falling from my chest to reveal my big breasts, almost visible beneath the thin t-shirt.

“Who’s there?” I whisper, trying to see in the darkness. “Who is that?”

“It’s me,” a low moan sounds. “I need to see you, baby. These past two days have turned me into a fucking beast.”

My eyes begin to adjust and I make out a huge shape in the living room. It’s Christian! He’s towering and massive, standing about ten feet away right outside the bedroom. Those blue eyes flash as he takes in my creamy curves and disheveled blonde hair.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby girl,” he whispers in a pained voice, harsh streaks of strain visible against his high cheekbones. “I can’t resist, sweetheart. Please, let me see.”

A feminine intuition takes over, and I know immediately what Christian’s asking. There’s been a vibration in the air wheneverwe’re in the same room, and he’s avoided looking at me whenever possible, responding in grunts as his eyes slide away from my form. But now, I know why he’s been so standoffish, and the minx inside takes over. Slowly, I kick off the blanket before lying back on the couch on my elbows, my curvaceous form barely covered by the thin fabric of my nightshirt.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I ask in a throaty tone. “Tell me what would make you feel good.”

His blue eyes practically glow in the moonlight shading the room.

“I want to see everything, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Take it off.”

I obey immediately, shimmying out of the sleep shirt so that I’m wearing only a tiny purple thong that barely covers the patch between my legs. Christian nods as he eats me up, his blue eyes practically glowing in the dark.

“All of it, baby girl. I want to see everything.”

With a sweet smile, I slide the sides of the g-string down before removing the material altogether. But before I can discard the panties, Christian holds out a big hand.

“Give them here.”

I place them in his palm and to my surprise, the huge man lifts the fabric to his nose and inhales deeply, our eye contact electric.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” he moans. “Insanely fragrant and so fucking sexy. Now part your legs, baby. Let me see it.”

Oh my god, is he serious? Are we really doing this? But instead of feeling vulnerable or scared, I feel womanly and sexy. This man wants me, and the truth is that he’s the most commanding,demanding, and charismatic alpha male I’ve ever met in my life. His form is massive and masculine as he towers over me from a great height, his body hard, and his eyes eating up every inch of my curvy body.

My insides gush, and I let out a low moan as my thighs part on their own to reveal the pinkness of my puffy pussy. His gaze sears the damp folds as I cup my big breasts, holding them out in offering to the huge man while giving him a coy smile.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I whisper in an innocent tone. “Or would you like to see more?”

His reply is immediate.

“More, baby girl. Lift your legs towards the ceiling and show me everything. I want to see every inch of that fucking pinkness.”

I gasp while staring into that commanding blue gaze because where is this going? Our sexy play is becoming obscene! But Christian’s expression becomes harsh as his stare intensifies.

“Now,” he rasps. “Do it.”

Immediately, I obey, lifting my legs in the air so that my toes point straight up. I cup my thighs to maintain my balance, and Christian literally snarls then.

“Higher,” he rasps. “Show me that tight little asshole, you fucking slut.”

Oh my god, is he joking? But one look at his ravenous expression, and I know he’s dead serious. This is an alpha male staking his claim, and oh my god, but is that his cock in his hand? Sure enough, the ten inch member is out and it’s glorious. The huge shaft is rock hard, with a gleaming, dripping tip. His palm slides up and down the shaft, massaging the veins alongthe sides, and as I watch, a bead of pre-come forms at the head before slipping down to lube his hand. Oh my god, oh my god! My pussy pulses as I stare and Christian lets out a low, throaty laugh.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he grinds out. “I’ll let you try it out if you want. But first, show me your asshole, baby. I want to see that tight bottom.”

Inhaling unsteadily, I do as he asks. Cupping the backs of my thighs, I roll my hips up even higher, and then spread my legs so that my back pucker is on display. The pleats feel so exposed, but I know Christian wants more, and of their own accord, my hands slide down until I’ve got a big white buttock in each palm. Then, I pull apart the creamy orbs to reveal my puffy slit, as well as the tight, enticing divot of my anus.

“Like this, Daddy?” I breathe. “Is this what you want?”

Christian doesn’t move for an instant, but then he’s on me. The man buries his head between my legs and licks me all the way from anus to clit before circling his tongue around my hard nub. I lose control as my eyes roll back in my head.

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