Page 9 of Lost with the Mountain Man

He doesn't break the kiss as he walks us deeper into the cabin, his lips devouring mine with a hunger that matches my own. I can feel the heat from his skin, the hard planes of his chest and abs, and the evidence of his desire pressing against me.

"Charlie," he growls against my swollen lips. "Charlie, I'm so sorry I didn't come see you. You're so perfect, and I'm so broken. I want you. Please, let me make you mine." I'm breathless, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I've never been so turned on in my life. "I'm yours," I whisper back, my body aching with need.

Rust carries me to his bed, never breaking our kiss. He lays me down gently, his body covering mine. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I arch my hips, wanting more.

Rust groans, his lips moving from mine to my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roam my body, tracing the curves of my hips and thighs.

I squirm beneath him, a moan escaping my lips as his rough palms cup my breasts. He breaks away from my neck, his lips finding one nipple through the fabric of my shirt. I gasp, arching my back and grasping at his hair.

"Rust," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please don't stop."

He doesn't stop. He teases and tastes, his tongue and teeth driving me wild. I can feel the wetness between my legs, my body ready for him. I want him inside me, now. He strips off my clothes, working like a madman.

"So beautiful. You're mine, Charlie. You're mine." He parts my legs, pressing kisses on my pink folds. "So delicious." He flicks his tongue over my most sensitive spot. His beard scratches against my inner thighs.

I moan, spreading my legs wider, eager for more. Rust's mouth on me is pure magic. He knows just how to touch me, how to make me squirm and gasp and beg for more. His tongue flicks and his lips suck, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I'm close, so close to the edge.

"Rust," I pant. "I'm going to come!"

"Come for me, Charlie," he growls, gently pushing his finger inside of me, searching for that special spot that will drive me over the edge.

With the gentlest of touches, my orgasm crests, leaving me a trembling mess. The sheets are wet beneath me.

Rust's fingers are still inside, stroking me gently as I catch my breath. I've never felt anything like that before. I'm spent, but I'm not done. I want more. I want him.

"Rust," I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying out his name. "I want you inside me."

Rust stands, freeing his massively thick and impossibly hard cock. The sight takes my breath away. Will it even fit? Will it hurt?

"You ok, Charlie?" He asks, stroking his length.

"I've just never done this before," I admit. "And you're really big."

"You're a virgin?" His eyes go wide.

I nod. By the look on his face, I'm wondering if telling him was a mistake. Will I scare him off?

He looks so...intimidating, standing there with his massive, hard cock in his hand. But he doesn't look angry or scared. Instead, there's a softness in his eyes that I've never seen before.

"Charlie," he says, his voice gentle. "You don't have to do this. Not if you're not ready."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. I want this. I want him. "I'm ready," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I want you, Rust."

"Then I'll make sure it's good for you, Charlie. I promise."

seven

Rust

Charlieisavirgin.This beautiful woman, naked in my bed, is untouched. She's mine. All mine. The feral part in my brain makes me feel like a caveman ready to claim his mate.

"You're mine," I growl against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. "I'm going to claim you. Mark you."

Charlie shivers as I move between her legs. I look down at her, her eyes wide and trusting. She's so fucking sexy, so willing. I can't wait to be inside her.

I press the head of my cock against her entrance, feeling her heat and wetness. She's so ready for me. I'm going to make sure she never forgets this moment, never forgets me. I push inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She gasps and squeezes her eyes shut. I know I’m big, but I know my girl can take it.

"Breathe, Charlie," I murmur, capturing her mouth with mine.

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