Page 15 of Her Mountain Man Secret
“You taste so damn sweet, Pixie. I could eat that pretty pussy all day.”
His voice is a deep growl, sending a fresh wave of longing through me as he eases off me and stands up, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. He shrugs it off to reveal his broad chest—a solid wall of muscle, tanned and flecked with red-brown hair. I take in his bulging arms, my eyes drifting down to his scars. They stretch from wrist to elbow, puckered and waxy.
“Not pretty, is it?” he says, scowling down at his forearm.
“I like it, Wyatt. It shows how brave you are.”
His expression softens as he looks down at me, crouching to place his rolled-up shirt under my head—a makeshift pillow.
“If you like it, that’s all that matters,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on my lips. He smells like sex, his beard still soaked with my arousal, and soon enough he’s back on his feet, unbuckling his brown leather belt. My nerves tingle with anticipation, wetness seeping down my thighs as I watch him. He towers above me like a giant, silhouetted by the dark trees and the vivid pink andpurple sunset as he pulls down his jeans and boxers in one quick movement. His cock is as huge as the rest of him, thick and swollen, and a shiver of primal need courses through me. I never knew my body could want something this much.
My breath quickens as Wyatt kneels beside me, pulling my dress up over my head and tossing it to join his jeans on the ground. I unhook my bra and shrug it off my shoulders. Nobody has ever seen me naked, but I don’t feel self-conscious like I thought I would. It feels so natural to be vulnerable with Wyatt. Safe.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze roaming my curves. “Fuck, you’re even more perfect than I imagined.”
I glow at his praise, smiling teasingly. “Does that mean you’ve been imagining me naked?”
“Obviously.” He lowers himself on top of me, easing between my thighs with a grunt. “I wanted you the minute I saw you, Pixie.”
“I wanted you too…so much.”
He lets out a grunt of satisfaction at my words, and I suck in a breath as his cock pokes between my thighs. His body dwarfs mine, hardness against softness, and for a moment, I’m dizzy with overwhelm.
“I…I’m still a virgin.” I blurt it out like a confession, my voice quivering slightly. “Is that okay?”
“So am I, Pixie.”
His response isn’t what I expected, and I blink up at him, surprised. “You are?”
He nods. “Too busy working to date when I was young. Then I moved up here in my early twenties. Avoided people. I never cared…never wanted anybody…not until you showed up.”
My heart flutters, and I wrap my legs around his hips, threading my hands behind his neck as I whisper, “I want you to be my first.”
“Not just your first, princess,” he growls. “Your only.”
With that, he pushes forward, thrusting his giant cock into my aching core. I feel myself stretch around his girth, my eyes watering as he fills me up inch by inch. When he finally bottoms out, I gasp at how deep he is, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Wyatt grits out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just…really big.” I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing hard. “But I’m okay.”
Wyatt leans down, brushing feathery kisses up my neck. I breathe him in, musk and sandalwood mingling with the pine trees around us. Slowly, he starts to rock his hips, eyes locking onto mine as he moves inside me. I let out a shuddery moan, and his grip on me tightens.
“Good girl.” His voice is deep and gentle, even as his thrusts turn rough. “I’ve got you, princess.”
He moves faster. Pleasure sizzles through my veins, every nerve on fire as Wyatt fucks me hard, his cock slapping into me. A sob escapes my throat, the wet smacking sounds of sex filling my ears, echoing around the forest. My body is pinned to the ground, trapped beneath Wyatt’s brawn. The grass tickles my naked flesh, and my desperate moans drown out the lapping sounds of the lake.
Oh God, it feels so good…
The friction drives me wild. Wyatt’s chest brushes my sensitive nipples, his body grinding against my clit as he stuffs me full of his cock. The sensations send shockwaves of bliss through me, and I start to buck my hips, meeting his urgent thrusts.
“Oh, Wyatt!”
He groans, eyes burning into mine, feral with lust. “That feel good, princess?”
I nod eagerly. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” He grabs my chin with one hand, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock inside you. Keep taking it, just like that.”
