Page 40 of My Wild Mountain Man

“You’re fucking soaking wet, baby girl. This for me?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, and he growled.

“That pretty, innocent mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he threatened, but it didn’t feel like a threat; it sounded like a promise. One I was more than ready for him to make good on. He worked his fingers inside of me deeper this time, two, then three. I was so wet there was a squelching sound that felt like it vibrated against the walls of my bedroom. I was a writhing mess about to come when he pulled them out. I looked at him, confused, ready for him to give me back his fingers, when I felt him line himself up against my entrance.

“Jesus, Raven, you undo me,” he mumbled, his lips touching mine. “You sure you want this? We start, I don’t think I can stop.”

“Positive. I waited so long.”

“I know, pretty girl. I know.” He swallowed. “I’m here now. I got you.” The thick red mottled crown of his cock bumped my entrance, and when I looked down just as he did, I watched as he stretched me slowly. The sight was one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed. When the sensations became too much and my eyes shut, my back arched off the mattress.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped.” Please tell me I’m not hurting you.”

“You’re not.” I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. Like I was coming apart yet in the strangest way, in the safest place possible.

“Thank fuck. Jesus, Rave, you feel good. I’m trying to go slow.”

“Fuck me, please, Bash,” I whimpered. Need boiled in my veins. “Please.”

“Shit.” He pushed a little deeper and pulled out. Slowly and in sync, he did that for a while. Feeding my pussy little by little before pulling out.

“Bash!” I cried out when in one long unexpected thrust, he slid inside completely, connecting us and making me whole allat the same time. A slight pinch of pain melted away, creating nothing but pleasure. “Bash! Yes!” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he fucked me. nice and slow at the start.

Pulling completely out before pushing his way inside of me, filling and stretching me in a way I didn’t know was possible. It felt nothing like the toy I kept in my nightstand. My nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up speed. His eyes locked with mine, sweat covered our bodies, and before I knew what was happening, a tidal wave of pleasure washed through me. I felt like I could feel colors brighter while his deep guttural sounds echoed in my ears.

“Fuck, Raven! Raven, you’re squeezing me so damn tight. So fucking wet. Jesus, you feel good.”

“Bash!” I cried out.

“Baby girl, I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Come,” I whispered, squeezing around him. My hips moved off the bed to met him thrust for thrust. “Come inside of me.”

“I come in you, I’ll knock you up.” His voice sounded deeper. Scratchier. Hs hold on my hips grew firmer without being painful. Possessive.

“I don’t care. Please, Bash! Make me yours.”

“You are, pretty girl. You’re all mine,” he grunted.

“I want to feel you fill me up,” I whimpered. Need unlike anything I’ve ever felt swept over me. I‘d just come, but I had a feeling I was on the verge of another orgasm. This one stronger than the last.

“You on the pill?” He panted, his stare glazed over with lust. His body never stopped moving in and out of mine. I shook my head honestly. It was obvious he liked that. Reading romance, I knew all about dirty talk. I pushed on his chest, and he took the hint. We rolled over. Bash on his back with me straddling him, never losing our connection. My lips parted. In this position, he felt longer, thicker. Deeper.

“Look at you. My pretty girl wants to ride her man.”

“Yes, sir.” I moaned as my body naturally started to move. “Fuck me. Please,” I begged. grinding against him. We found our rhythm easily, and when his fingers started to dig deeper into my hips, his feet planted on the mattress as he bucked up, I knew he was getting closer.

“So fucking pretty riding me. Raven.” His breathing was off, words clipped.

“Bash! I think… I think… oh god!” This time, my orgasm slammed through me! My eyes shut and body buckled below as my pussy quivered and spasmed around his length.

“Raven!” he shouted, pushing up into me, and liquid warmth filled me. I felt ribbon after ribbon spilled from him and filling me up. The sensation felt intoxicating. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me down to his chest. We stayed that way for a while. Long after the sweat on our skin dried. His hands were rubbing patterns on my back. “You okay?” He broke the comfortable silence.

“I’m more than okay,” I responded, kissing his chest before I glanced up at him.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Raven.” My name sounded hoarse.

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