Page 21 of Marked by the Mountain Man

“You were made for me.” I rest my forehead on hers, savoring her smell, the feel of her warm flesh on mine, her breath against my cheek. My big hands massage and squeeze her hips, as need mounts, and my cock begs for her. “What do you need from me? Food, wine, a massage? A seat on my face? I’m down for whatever makes you feel amazing.”

“Your cock, Hudson. I need all of you.”

I run a hand over my face, rod straining against my jeans and balls tingling. “Are you sure, Hot Stuff. It’s going to be rough the first time.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“And this isn’t the adrenaline from your rescue? Or some kind of misplaced gratefulness?” I ask firmly.

“No, I don’t owe you anything. But I want you desperately. Please.”

I straighten, feeling torn inside. As much as I yearn to sink into her slick cunt, another part of me longs to leave things on a high note with her pussy juices in my beard and the orgasm I gave her foremost in her mind.

“Please, Hudson,” she says, leaning forward and rubbing her palm hard against my rock-hard fly.

The last thing I want to see is her in pain. But I don’t want to say “no” to her, either. Grabbing her around the waist, I lifther into my arms, carrying her towards the fireplace. Her hands cling to my neck, her legs wrapped teasingly around my waist.

Setting her down gently on the couch, I pile blankets and big pillows on the ground, making a cozy spot for us in front of the hearth. The fire crackles, spilling golden light over the mound of pillows and fake fur blankets.

“Get comfortable, Hot Stuff. I’ll be right back.”

I beeline for the door, leaving my boots and socks there and slipping out of my clothes. I wash my cock under the kitchen sink, toweling it dry. Then, I uncork the wine bottle and find a big tub of coconut oil in the pantry, scooping out a few globs with a tablespoon into a bowl.

Padding into the living room with the booze and the bowl of oil, my breath catches in my throat as I see Hadleigh lying naked with one arm and hand covering her nipples and the other obscuring her pussy. She looks like a Renaissance painting of Venus. Alluring curves, ivory skin, and tantalizing fingers.

I kneel down next to her, breathing hard. “Finger yourself for me, Hadleigh,” I say through clenched teeth.

“What?” she asks, doe eyes searching my face.

“Spread your legs and finger yourself for me. I need to see you please yourself.”

“But didn’t you already?”

“Yeah,” I sigh, taking a tug from the wine bottle before handing it to her. “Please, Hot Stuff. Be my naughty girl.”

She swallows a couple of mouthfuls of wine, face burning as she tentatively spreads her legs. I sigh, devouring the sight of her swollen, arousal-shiny pussy.

“You know, a woman can orgasm multiple times when having sex, Hadleigh. I want you to be greedy for that kind of pleasure.”

Her face looks self-conscious as she slides her finger through her juicy folds, and I exhale, neck-deep in longing. Her otherhand drops from her tits, holding her pussy lips open as she swipes her finger through her slick folds and then circles her clit.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say, taking another swig of the wine and fisting my cock as I watch. Her eyes go to my dick, and she stares long and hard, unblinking. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, Hudson. You’re huge, but how are you going to fit?”

“There’s definitely a size difference,” I admit, eyeing her narrow channel, barely able to take one of her dainty cream-slick fingers. “But we’ll work on it together until I’m your new favorite plaything.” I chuckle, half-teasing as her eyes continue to devour my rod and piercing.

Crawling forward, I hover over her sexy body, bathed in the glow of the firelight, the smell of her musky arousal hanging in the air as I seize one of her nipples in my mouth, twirling and twisting it with my tongue as the head of my cock teases her skin.

“Oh,” she exclaims, melting into the blankets and pillows as I suck and lap her, swallowing and licking her ivory flesh and rose-tipped nipples.

“One of these days, when your belly’s full of my seed, I’m going to suck milk from these tits,” I promise, feeling her shudder beneath me. This girl’s as fucked as I am. I can’t get enough of it.

“Yes, Hudson. God, that turns me on,” she says as I glance down at her honeyed finger, seeing the proof in her words.

I grab her hand, licking her finger clean. “My new favorite flavor.”

Another taste of her has my insides in knots. No longer able to hold back, I work myself through it mentally. I need to be gentle and slow, despite embodying the kind of desire that has me bouncing off the walls.

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