Page 19 of Hunted By the Mountain Man

“We’ll get there.” Glancing down at my hand, I tighten my grip, my large hand sheathing my length from bulbous tip to balls, drawing a deep groan from my chest.

My eyes smolder as I watch her hands, my face scowling with pleasure. Her cream-slick finger slides in and out of her pink pussy, mesmerizing me with each movement, as she masters her clit with her other hand. Her breathing increases, and her fingers grow faster, her movements sporadic as her pussy trembles and grips her finger tighter.

“Fuck,” I moan, stroking my cock more firmly, each motion a study in self-control. “Does finger banging get you off? Or would it be better to stroke that pussy?” I ask darkly, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” she admits, her cheeks glowing. “There’s so much I have yet to learn about my body. It’s embarrassing to admit this to someone like you.”

“Like me?” I ask, squeezing my shaft without moving. Willing myself back under control.

“Yes, so virile and gorgeous.”

“I’ll show you virile,” I promise, pushing my own needs down into the deepest recesses of my core as my attention turns to the redheaded butterfly. Absorbed by the unfiltered view of her swollen slit, shiny with arousal, I watch each pass of her middle finger over her clit.

The view is unbearable. I need to touch her, taste her, make her mine. Her breath races, and an insatiable neediness pools in her periwinkle eyes as I offer, “Let me help you. Are you okay with me touching you?”

“Yes, Beau,” she says, smiling broadly. “You touching me is all I’ve been able to think about all week.”

Kneeling between her legs once more, I run my fingertips along her seam from clit to ass, covering myself in her impossibly silky arousal. “So wet, Butterfly. It must hurt.”

She nods. “Yes, it hurts so much.”

My breath shudders, my lower stomach tightening with anticipation. “I can help you with that.” I sink a thick finger into her gently, feeling her tighten around me. “I will turn your pain into pure pleasure.”

She arches back, gasping, and my heart explodes. “Please, baby. Teach me what I need to know.”

The way this woman responds to even my most basic touch undoes me in ways I can’t explain. But it’s not enough. I need her to give me everything. Curling my finger back towards me, I find the rough spot at the front of her pussy where the bundle of nerves at her pleasure center beg me for mastery.

Bringing my finger back towards me, I pet her slowly, sensually, savoring the way her channel grips me and her arousal grows slicker and slicker. I pull my finger out completely with each pass, making a naughty wet sound that puts a dribble of pre-cum on the tip of my cock. Never have I wanted a woman more in my life.

“Do you like that?” I ask darkly, relishing in the ecstasy written in her face. But I need to hear her say it. I want my girl to be brazen and noisy in the bedroom.

“Yes, Beau,” she pants, her hips bucking up slightly, and her pussy twitching around me.

I tsk my tongue, shaking my head slowly. “I need you to do better than that.”

“Yes!” she whimpers, spreading her legs wider. “I need you so much.”

I can’t take any more. I’m a greedy fucking bastard desperate to feel my girl dissolve into blissful seismic waves. Sinking my head between her legs, I lick her clit hard and slow. Brynn’s breath catches in her throat, and she gasps. My tongue circles back, undoing her with each pass, lapping up her musky goodness like a bear tongue-deep in honey.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” I gasp, sinking into her again and drawing a high-pitched cry from her. “I could eat you out all day.”

“Yes, Beau,” she encourages, running her fingers into my thick hair and pressing my head into her pussy. “Please don’t stop.”

“I need to make you come,” I promise, sucking her clit and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. “I want every inch of my beard to taste like you.”

She gasps, raising her head from the mattress to eye me, her face radiant. “And I want to taste myself on you.”

“Good girl.” My voice rumbles up from my chest as I watch her head loll back with pleasure.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her to the edge of the bed, opening her up some more. As she grows increasingly aroused, her legs push against me, trying to straighten, but I won’t let her put any extra distance between us. When she climaxes, I want her to cover my face.

“Beau!” she screams, her core tightening, and her channel gripping me as I take her closer and closer to the precipice.

“Come for me, Brynn. Grind your sweet pussy into my face. I need you to show me how much you want me.”

She complies, gripping the sheets and digging her fingers into the mattress as she orgasms hard. Watching her pussy lips clench around my finger is mesmerizing, even as my dick begs for a piece of the action.

“I’m clean, and I have condoms,” I pant, looking at the woman lying in a delectable pile of satisfaction.

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