Page 13 of My Devoted Mountain Man

She looks so beautiful like this, hovering over me, face distorted with pleasure. All I want is to make this woman happy. So when I finally get to see her orgasm face, I am delighted. She screams my name and melts in my arms.

I don't stop fingerfucking her until she's trembling in my arms and I feel a light pulse around my fingers as if asking me for more.

"Fletcher, I need more."

"Did you know you look beautiful when you fall apart in my arms?"

Her head is in the crook of my neck, and I feel her smiling against me.

"Don't you want to be inside me?"

"More than anything, sweetheart."

I grab onto her and lift us up from the couch. I have a destination in mind, and nothing is going to keep me from getting there. When I place Erika in my bed, I see her cheeks are pink and her chest is heaving. I look her straight in the eyes as I pull my belt off just like those guys on social media do.

She chuckles at my theatrics and puts a hand on her chest near her heart. I pull down my jeans and boxers and she gasps when my hard cock jumps out ready for action. My cock immediately starts leaking precum and I see her lick her lips.

Greedy little vixen.

I crawl in between her legs and push them open as far as I can get them. Her glistening pussy is daring me to take her and I vow I'll become her slave for the rest of our lives. I open her up with my fingers and place an open-mouthed kiss on her clit.

Her hips immediately come up, wanting more of the sensation. I flick the beautiful bud with my tongue and hear the lovely sounds that she makes in response to it. She's so responsive to my touch, making me love her so much more.

And I do. I love her. I think I did from the first moment I met her—when she started ordering me around.

Now that I've got her attention, I tease her slit with my tongue going up and down from her entrance to her clit. I do this over and over again until she's squirming against me.

Am I too greedy for wanting to give her as many orgasms as I can? The thought is ripped from my head as soon as I hear her beg for me to take her. I can't say no to that. I start a trail of kisses up from her pussy to her stomach to her magnificent breasts.

When I get to her lips and kiss her passionately, I know I need to utter some words of warning.

"If I take you now, sweetheart, you belong to me. Do you understand that?"

She nods vigorously, but that's not enough for me.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"I understand, Fletcher. I want us to be together."

Her words are all I need to position the head of my cock at her entrance and enter her just an inch. Her eyes go wide in shock or desire, I'm not sure which.

"More, please."

I go in another inch. Sweat is beading my forehead with the control I'm exerting right now. It's just that I want to savor this moment—the moment when I claim the woman I love. So I go in another inch and keep myself hovering over her, making sure I don't hurt her wound.

Her tiny, delicate hands start roaming down my back and drop to my ass. The vixen squeezes my butt and tries to pull me to her.

"I'm the one in control here, sweetheart."

"I want to be filled by you, Fletcher."

Her voice is husky and full of want, and I realize I can't wait another moment to make her mine. So I pull back until I'm almost out and then plunge deep inside her. Her cry of pleasure is my reward and encourages me to start thrusting in and out of her in a slow rhythm.

Her walls surround my cock like a vise and I have to get a hold of myself before I come like a fucking teenager in heat.

"Let go, Fletcher. I want all of you."

"I don't want to hurt you."

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