Page 21 of The Mountain Man's Sweet Treat
She giggles and when I look up at her, she offers softly, “I like your beard.”
“Then let me show you want it can do,” I growl as I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. Fuck, all that pink perfection is mine. She belongs to me now, and I’ll be the man who lives on his knees to please her.
I lick a broad stripe along her seam.
Instantly, her thighs go around my ears, squeezing me tight. But it’s not enough to mute the sounds of her pleasure.
I eat her out, licking her until she’s tugging my hair so hard my scalp stings. She screams out her pleasure once, but I don’t stop. I keep licking her through it. I need another one. Probably a dozen more before I’m satisfied that she’s been pleasured.
I pin her hips down and wedge my shoulders between her thighs. Then I work my fingers into her tight little opening while sucking her bud into my mouth. She gasps and cries out when she feels my big digits moving inside of her, mimicking what I want to desperately to do with my cock.
I grind myself against the couch cushions, but there is no relief. Nothing will feel as good as coming inside her body.
Between her thighs is my new favorite place I decide when she shatters again, flooding my fingers with more moisture. She’s so damn wet and tight. I don’t know how I’ll ever work my big cock into her.
She whimpers as the release ends, and I kiss my way back up her body. I push her hair from her sweaty forehead. She’s my forever, and I can’t let her leave. She has to stay with me forever.
Sophie
“You made me feel so good,” I murmur as I lie naked on Whiskey’s couch. The air inside the cabin is thick with the scent of our arousal, but I don’t care at this moment. All that matters is becoming one with my mountain man. As soon as I can feel my legs again.
“That’s what I was aiming for,” he chuckles.
I glance down at the bulge underneath the towel. It’s bigger than before, and another round of moisture floods my body. I already want him again. He’s made me insatiable.
“This towel needs to come off,” I reach for where he’s tucked it at his waist, eager to see his hardness.
He puts his hands over mine, the gesture stopping me. “We don’t have to go that far.”
I fake a pout. “You also said that I could set the pace. And I want you to strip off that towel and fuck me like you mean it.”
His blue gaze darkens, and he lets me undo the towel so I can see his massive shaft. It’s so much bigger than I imagined. It only makes me want him more.
He reaches for it, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t lick your lips when you look at me.”
“Then put it inside of me,” I whine and spread my legs so he can see my glistening entrance. If he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might explode right here.
He pumps his thick girth. “I don’t…this isn’t something I’ve done before.”
“You’re a virgin?” I ask, the idea making me happy. I wouldn’t care if he wasn’t a virgin like me. But the thought that we’re getting to share this experience together for the first time makes it extra special in my eyes.
“Yeah,” he grunts out the word. “But that means, I’m not…uh, prepared. I don’t have condoms or…”
“I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it since I was a teenager to regulate my periods,” I explain, liking the idea of taking him bare. There’ll be nothing between us, only his body deep inside of mine.
He’s panting now, a glassy look in his eyes. He speaks like it’s taking all of his effort to concentrate on this conversation and not his aching cock. “I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, tell me. Fuck, I’ll find a way to stop.”
I’ve never been more turned on. This is man doesn’t just arouse me. He makes me feel special and cared for. From the moment I arrived, he’s looked after me. He hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think he ever will.
Whiskey rolls over me. Instead of immediately pushing into me, he grinds our bodies together. His cock nudges at my swollen folds while he kisses my neck. He sucks and nibbles until more moisture is dripping from me and I’m pleading with him to push inside of me.
He lines up our bodies and shoves his broad head inside. The stretch burns at first but slowly eases.
When he reaches for my clit, he circles it gently with his thumb. He’s saying things to me. But I’m not sure what he’s saying because I’m already lost in a haze of pleasure having been primed from the previous orgasms.
The glassy look in his eyes tells me that he’s as far gone as I am.
When he pushes through my virgin barrier, there’s a moment of pain. He instantly stills himself and presses little kisses to my forehead. He’s murmuring something again, calling me his good girl. He’s reassuring me that it will feel good in a minute, that he’ll always be the man to satisfy me and take care of my urges.
