Page 17 of Rugged Mountain Man
“I’m not taking you in a barn,” I growl, my voice rough and low. “You deserve better than that. I’m taking you to the cabin.”
Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she stares up at me, completely undone and utterly perfect. I start walking, striding toward the cabin, a man on a mission. Her scent clings to me, sweet and heady, and it’s driving me insane. I’m rock hard, my cock straining painfully against my jeans, but this isn’t just about me. It’s about her—my girl—and making her feel cherished.
As I carry her, my lips find her neck, kissing the soft, damp skin there. She shivers in my arms, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I can’t resist dragging my tongue along her pulse. Her heartbeat pounds against my lips, fast and wild, and it’s like fuel to the fire raging inside me.
I push the cabin door open with my shoulder, carrying her like the most precious treasure I’ve ever held.She shivers in my arms, her nipples brushing against my chest, and I swear I feel my control hanging by a thread. I kiss her neck, biting softly as my hands roam down her back, over her ass, and back upagain. She arches into me, a little moan escaping her lips, and I can’t help but grin.
“You like that?” I murmur against her ear, my lips grazing her sensitive skin. My hands knead her soft flesh, and her breath hitches, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Cole,” she whispers, her voice trembling, “I need you.”
I growl low in my chest, my lips trailing down her collarbone. “You have me, Sadie. You’ve always had me.”
I rush to the bedroom and place her down gently on the bed. I slam the door shut behind us, the sound reverberating as I strip off my shirt in one fluid motion. It’s gone before she even realizes what’s happening. My jeans and boxers hit the floor next, leaving me completely bare, my cock hard and straining, pre-cum dripping from the swollen tip. It aches—every inch of me aches—for her.
I turn, and the sight of her nearly brings me to my knees. She’s sprawled on the bed, her naked body bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her legs are open, her glistening pussy inviting me in, her chest rising and falling as her breaths come faster. She’s stunning—pure and perfect and mine.
Her eyes drop lower, and the second they land on my cock, they widen. Her lip’s part, and she lets out a breathy whisper, "Will it even fit?"
That innocent, breathless question sends a primal growl rumbling out of me. I’m on her in an instant, climbing onto the bed and bracing my arms on either side of her, pressing my body close but not quite touching. My cock brushes against her thigh, hot and slick.
“It’ll fit, baby,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. I brush my lips over hers, teasing, making her shiver. “I’ll make it fit.”
I trail my lips along her collarbone, down to her breasts, kissing each peak with reverence. She arches into me, her soft whimpers driving me insane. My hand slides between her legs, finding her soaked, her body already begging for me.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, spreading her thighs gently. I position myself, my cock brushing against her tight, wet entrance. “This might hurt at first, but I promise it’ll feel so good after.”
She nods, gripping my shoulders. Her breath hitches as I press the head of my cock inside, stopping when I feel her tense. I kiss her forehead, her lips, whispering soft reassurances as her body adjusts. Slowly, I inch deeper, feeling her stretch around me, her walls gripping me so tight it’s like she was made for me.
When I hit her barrier, I pause, looking into her eyes. “This is it, sweetheart. You’re mine now.”
“Yours,” she whispers, her voice trembling but full of trust.
I thrust through with one strong motion, her gasp mingling with my groan as I sink fully inside her. She’s so tight, so warm, it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. I hold still, letting her adjust, my lips moving over her face, her neck, her trembling shoulders.
“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper, unable to hold back my need any longer. I start to move, slow at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through us both. Her gasps turn to moans, her nails digging into my back as I pick up the pace.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl, my hips driving deeper. “You’re taking me so well. You were made for this. Made for me.”
We find a pace. She’s lifting her hips. I’m thrusting hard.
She cries out my name, her body meeting mine with every thrust. My need to claim her, to breed her, burns through me. I grip her hips, driving harder, faster, until her moans become desperate.
“Cole!” she screams, her body shattering under me as she comes, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice.
The sight of her—head thrown back, body trembling—sends me over the edge. I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep as I release, my seed flooding her. I groan her name, gripping her like I’ll never let her go, the thought of filling her with every last drop of my cum. “Take it all baby.”
As the waves subside, I collapse on top of her, both of us trembling and breathless. I brush her damp hair from her face, kissing her gently. “You did good, baby.”
Sadie lies against me, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns. I’ve never felt anything like this—like I could have something real. For the first time in years, hope burns in my chest.
She shifts, tilting her face up to look at me, her eyes filled with something I can’t quite place. “Cole,” she murmurs, hesitant. “I need to talk to you.”
I keep stroking her hair, keeping her close. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I still need to go back to the city.” Her words are soft, but they hit hard. My body tenses. “Just for a while. To tie up loose ends. My apartment, my job... I wasn’t expecting this,” she says, her hand sliding to my jaw. “But I want to do this right. I need tofinish things there before I can start something here—with you. I don’t know how long I will be...”
Her words soothe the worst of the sting, but the thought of her leaving guts me. But I know she needs to do what is right for her. “I’ll go with you if you want me to?”
