Page 16 of Obsessed and Naughty Mountain Man

Her lustful, primal little moans start to echo, too.

Whatever she's kept inside of her is leaking out, driven by the teasing and the taste of me. She starts to nibble at my boxers, trying to pull them down. Pants and growls escape her. She gnaws toward her prize like an animal.

I wrench her head back by her hair again, forcing her to look at me as I speak onto her lips. "You want it? You want my big cock in your mouth?"

"Yes! Yes! Lucas, please..."

I wasn't aware that her voice could reach such a volume. Her pleas shake me to my core and make my cock so stiff that I can barely take it.

I reward her by pulling it out and shoving it past her waiting lips. The suppleness of her wraps around my shaft so perfectly—I could cum at the sight or the sensation.

The sound of her mouth being filled over and over again by my raging erection dances with the subtle symphony of the mountain's twilight.

Luna looks like she's in heaven, like she'd never stop if I could withhold my orgasm forever.

Unfortunately, I can't.

"You ready?" I hold her soft face with both hands, staring into her eyes. "You gonna drink my cum? You gonna milk me fucking dry?"

Luna moans a passionate affirmation.

I let myself go before her muffled words stop vibrating my shaft.

Every pump into her mouth is so intense that I nearly collapse. I grip one of her shoulders, putting my weight on her and pressing her knees even further into the dirt.

Luna never breaks the seal she has on my cock. She hums and swallows with her eyes closed, fingers digging into my leg.

When I finally order her to release me, I'm staring into the eyes of a changed woman. They are the same woodsy green, but they glisten like light in a stream on a mischievous spring day. She gazes up at me like she wants to snap the rope around her wrists, shove me into the dirt, and ride me until she's howling at the moon.

Who am I to deprive her?

"You think I'm done with you?" I pull her to her feet by the rope and taste myself on her lips.

I'm not a young man anymore, but my cock is rushing with so much life that I feel like a teenager. Already, I'm hard again. With Luna bound, naked, and licking my cum from her lips, I don't know how I could ever go soft.

"I hope not," she says with a smile. "I want more."

"Yeah?" I drag her over to the blanket we laid down near the fire in front of our tent. "That wasn't enough for you? My shy little librarian..."

Now, it's my turn to get on my knees.

I worship her milky thighs, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder as I kiss her pussy lips through her wet panties.

"You make me want more..." Luna rests her hands on my head, fingers spiraling in my curls. "You make me want to be more..."

"You're fucking perfect. Don’t you get it? All I can think about is how perfect you look, how perfect you talk, how perfect you fuckingtaste," I growl, nearly tearing her panties off to get to the sweetness underneath. "Perfect. You could do anything. You could climb that cliff. You could be anyone you want to..."

"Lately, all I want to be is with you."

Her admission drives me into a frenzy. She falls back on the blanket, and I mount her, unable to resist filling her with my cock a moment longer. Luna cries out and hooks her wrists behind my neck.

"You make me want so much more," she speaks like she has no control over the words leaving her lips. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't think about anything but you..."

I grab her face as I drive myself deeper.

Luna's eyes are wide with the fear of the unknown. I know that fear. This anxiety that's been just beneath the surface all week.

What happens next? What happens when I tell her exactly how I feel?

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