Page 24 of Orphan Girl's Mountain Men

"Do you think it could be something else?" Leaves crunch as she comes right up to my side. I look down at her, and any sensible response vanishes from my mind. I'm thinking about her hair and her lips again, even as she continues talking,

"Maybe some other kind of wild animal? Or possibly we're going in the wrong direction. We could try heading a little further to the left and looking for signs. How do you think the calf got out of your enclosure in the first place?"

But I can't hold it in any longer. I kiss her.

CHAPTER 9

Hailey

Reed's mouth closes over mine, stopping the words that were on the way out. Thoughts vanish from my head. I know what I should do. I should push him away. I should tell him off for doing such a thing. Not only for interrupting my speech with a kiss, but for doing so without permission.

It's unforgiveable. I should tell him never to do it again.

I definitely shouldn't let my fingers curl on his shirt and pull him closer. I shouldn't open my mouth to deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine and flooding my senses with his taste. I shouldn't thrust my hand into his hair while inhaling his musky, masculine scent. When he groans into my mouth, I shouldn't swallow it and let him grab my waist pulling me hard against his chest, his rigid erection resting on my belly.

All the things I shouldn't do are exactly what I do.

My hands travel to his shoulders, nails digging in to hold on. He tastes so good, like fire and heat with a hint of sweetness from licorice candy. His tongue moves masterfully, knowing exactly when and how to tease and when to overwhelm. His lips are strong but soft, despite being so commanding.

As his hand slides up my back, goosebumps break over my skin, turning every spot he touches into an erogenous zone. He'seffortlessly seducing me, seemingly knowing precisely where to let those big hands linger to leave me begging for more. His fingers trace lightly and delicately over the small of my back. I feel a whispered touch on the curve of my ass, instantly arousing me, like a promise of more, much more to come.

I want to beg him to grip me hard, to thrust his erection against me but he merely continues running gentle circles over my body, the softness of his touch directly at odds with the hardness of his erection.

He wants me, but he doesn't try to rush, to rut against me like a dog. I taste the desperation on his lips for a second, the way he nips me as I pull away for breath. He allows me to draw a single breath before he dives back in. He keeps his touch controlled, gentle, masterful, focused on pleasing me, on giving, not just taking.

I love it. I love that he's not rushing it, that he's considering my needs as much or perhaps even more than his own, and this drives up my urgency still more, turning me almost insane with lust. I want him. I want him now. It's been a long time since a man made me feel like this. Maybe I've never felt like this before.

"Hailey." He moans my name against my mouth, his hand finally cupping, then squeezing my ass and pushing me harder into him. A tiny cry escapes me as I slide up and down against his torso, rubbing myself on him like an animal in heat. I'm tempted to hook my leg over his waist, to bring his cock to where it's needed the most. A breeze touches my face ruffling my hair, reminding me that we're outdoors where anyone might come across us, but by now I don't care.

We're out in the forest, tracking a mountain lion, yet it seems I don't care where we are, or what's happening around us. If anything, the dangerous nature of the situation makes it even more arousing. Whatever it is, my pussy aches, clenching on nothing but air. I need him. I need him to fill me, to plumb thedepths of me, to explode inside of me. I want rough, animalistic sex that will have us both howling and sweaty and exhausted by the end of it.

This almost violent desire has me mewling against his mouth, my frantic hands fumbling with his belt buckle. He reaches down to undo his holster belt and I hear a clunk as belt, holster and pistol all drop to the ground.One weapon down, I think to myself.Now for the other one.

"Slow down darling." He breathes in my ear, but it only drives my desire higher. My nipples are puckered and aching. He cups my breasts, thumbing my nipples through my shirt, but it only makes me crazier.

It's me that ends up rutting him against him, my pussy wet, my panties sticking to sensitized skin. Our kiss turns wilder, more aggressive, and I can sense that he's losing himself too, losing that smooth control. His touches become more frantic, and his tongue lacks the controlled rhythm it originally started with.

That only makes it so much better, because it means his desire is as raw as mine.

"Fuck, I wanted to go slow, but you're driving me fucking insane."

Good, because he's driving me insane too.I manage to get his jeans belt open, and my hand slides in to pull down his boxers and then reach for his cock. His skin is hot and he groans the moment I touch him.Oh my word, he's huge. My entire hand can't wrap around the width of him, even as my fingers trace its pulsating veins.

Suddenly, my back is pressed firmly against the bark of a tall fir, or is it a spruce? Could be anything. Why am I thinking about trees for fuck’s sake? I don't care what it is, so long as it holds our weight.

He groans, head falling back but his hands are moving, ripping down my jeans, tearing off my panties.

"Brace yourself," he whispers before spinning me around so I am braced for him, facing against the tree. My palms rest against the rough bark, and my thighs tremble with anticipation as he aligns himself to my entrance. I gasp for air.

"I'm going to try to go slow," he says. "I'm not sure I'll succeed."

"I don't care," I whisper, and bite off a cry, letting out a single "Oh!" as his cock pushes in slowly but without further warning.

Oh God. My eyes roll to the back of my sockets, my nails dig into the rough surface. He feels huge. Too huge. I bite my lip to prevent a wail from escaping me. His cock pulsates and pushes against my raw, tingling nerve endings, my pussy struggling to accommodate him. His hand snakes around me to touch my clit and as he does so, an electric, bone-melting pleasure arcs through every part of me. I can't think. I can't breathe.

Oh God. Oh God. It's too good, I'm going to die.

"Are you okay?" He pauses with his cock splitting me in two and his voice like gravel in my ears. His head falls forward to drop soft kisses against my shoulder. "Please tell me you're good."

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