Page 13 of Her Mountain Rescuer

I nod and then shake my head. “I don’t know if I can. It’s…it’s different.” It’s almost too much. It’s too intense. Too full. I don’t think I can come while I’m so stretched.

“Focus on that feeling, on that heat in your belly, the friction on your clit. Reach for it, pull it towards you. Grab onto it and don’t let it go,” he says, and I do it, letting heat and pleasure blossom deep inside me. I’m squelching around him with every thrust now. I’m drowning his cock.

“You feel so amazing,” he pants against my throat, his hips snapping harder and faster now. My body feels like one giant throb with my clit at the epicenter. “So fucking tight and hot and wet. So goddamn perfect around me. I knew you’d be perfect. Fuck,” he groans, pushing so deep that it feels like he’s rearranging me.

“Beau,” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as the first sparks of my orgasm dance down my spine. “Beau, it’s so good. Don’t stop.It’s so good.” Good feels like a woefully inadequate word, but it’s all I’ve got right now.

“Come all over my cock, Hailey. Show me how good I make you feel. How much you like being stuffed full of Daddy’s cock.” His words push me over the edge, and then I’m both flying and falling apart at the same time. I scream his name as I claw at his shoulders, my legs shaking as I flood his cock. I convulse around him like I’ve been electrocuted, and I wish I could live in this moment forever. The feeling of coming around Beau’s cock is heady and addictive. I’m still pulsing and I already want to do it again.

“Fuck!” Beau growls, thrusting harder and deeper now, all gentleness gone as his control snaps. “Gonna come inside you, Hailey. Gonna fill you up with cum and breed your tiny little pussy. Gonna claim you because you’re mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to love.Mine.” He grinds out the last word through gritted teeth and I keep pulsing around him, his filthy words prolonging my orgasm into the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. “That’s it. Milk the cum out of me with your tight little cunt.” His cock swells inside me, stretching me even more, and then I feel the hot rush of his release as he comes, filling me with his seed.

I hope it takes.

He collapses on top of me, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, and a smile creeps across my face. I made this giant man come undone. I made him shake and groan and come. I slide my arms around him and hold him close, both of us breathing hard.

Carefully, he pulls out of me, and I feel the sticky mess between my legs along with a sudden emptiness that makes me whimper. Beau’s thick cock glistens in the firelight, coated with both of us, and it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.He lays down on his side beside me, his hand a heavy weight as it slides down my stomach.

His eyes stay locked on mine as he slips his hand between my legs and gathers up some of the leaking cum on his fingers.

“Gonna rub my cum into your pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Gonna push it deep inside you, because that’s where Daddy’s cum belongs. You’re mine now, and I want every fucking drop of me inside you.”

I whimper again, my legs shaking as he circles my sore, used entrance with his cum-slicked fingers. His touch is gentle, but there’s a possessiveness in what he’s doing right now that I love. That makes me shiver with anticipation.

“Never thought I’d get to see your little cunt dripping with my cum, sweet girl.” He pushes two fingers slowly inside me, fucking his cum back into me. “And now I’m addicted to the sight of it. My perfect little mess.” His fingers are warm and thick as he slowly, gently, pushes all of the cum back inside me. “This is my pussy now, isn’t it?”

I nod eagerly, spreading my legs wider.

“It’s always been yours,” I whisper, and he rewards me by pressing his thumb to my sensitive clit, rubbing in gentle circles. He leans down and kisses me as he rubs the cum into my abused pussy, and I clamp down on his fingers as another orgasm starts to build.

“You’re going to be dripping with me every day now, Hailey. I’m dead serious about wanting you bred. I want you round with my baby.”

I moan and clench around him. “I’m serious, too, Beau. I want that. I want you to get me pregnant.”

He groans and starts moving his fingers a little faster. He gathers up more cum and rubs it right into my clit in tight little circles, and my hips are moving, bucking as he slides his fingers back inside me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his gaze hooded. His thick fingers feel incredible as he works them in and out, as he circles my clit, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to touch myself again because it’ll fall woefully short of how Beau’s hand feels. “You want to be bred. You want me to fill you up with my cum, again and again until you’re pregnant. Until the entire world can see what we did.”

“Yes, Daddy! I want that. I want your cum. I want your babies. I want everything.”

“Then come for me again, sweet girl. Come all over my fingers while I massage my cum into your needy little clit. Show me how good it feels letting Daddy own your pussy.”

Oh. My. God.

I break apart, shattering into a thousand pieces as I come on Beau’s hand, my mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure throbs through my body. I suck in a shuddering breath and moan his name, the sound of my orgasm echoing through the cabin, and he doesn’t stop. He keeps rubbing his cum into me until I’m a panting, shaking mess. Until I’m so sensitive that I can’t take any more and I clamp my hand around his wrist.

He chuckles and pulls his hand away, wiping it on his discarded underwear. He lies down and pulls me to him so that I’m half-sprawled across him, my head resting on his broad chest. His heart beats a steady rhythm beneath my ear, a steady, comforting thump that matches my own. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his skin against mine.

I’ve never experienced pure contentment like this. I feel like I’m at peace for the first time in a long time. Maybe ever. The storm is still raging outside, with rain smacking against the windows and wind howling through the trees, but we’re safe in our little haven.

“I should feel guilty,” Beau says, stroking a hand up and down my back as panic flares inside me. “But I don’t.”

I tilt my head to look up at him, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest. “If you don’t feel guilty, what do you feel?” I ask.

He gazes down at me, his green eyes soft and tender. “Like I’ve found my home, Hailey. Like everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in my arms.”

His words send a warm flush through me, like I’ve swallowed pure sunshine, and I snuggle into him, resting my head on his chest.

“I know what you mean,” I whisper, tracing my fingers around his nipple. “You feel like home, too. You always have.”

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