Page 8 of Massive Size Mountain Man
Then, without waiting for my assent, the huge man gets up and strides into the living room before lying down on the heavy red shag rug. Oh my god, is he serious? But there’s the alpha male stretched out with his head almost touching the TV stand, with his long legs seeming to take up the entire length of the living room. He can’t be serious but those blue eyes gleam as he beckons to me.
“Come on, Miss Leigh. I’m going to show you the ins and outs of CPR, and this is the perfect time to get it done. Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite.”
I stare at him, eyes wide, because biting is exactly what I want. I want to drape myself over that huge form, pressing my big breasts against his hard chest. I want us to engage in deep kisses before I squirm out of my panties and then notch his shaft at my wet opening before descending down that pole of heaven. Is he big? Massive, even? My insides go hot and wet because somehow, I know Liam Carrington has the goods … and I want the mountain man to deliver.
5
Liam
She’s so beautiful that it’s fucking distracting. I can barely think because Avalon is innocent and gorgeous, staring at me with those wide blue eyes while licking her lips. The flicker of that pink tongue makes my snake jerk, and goddamn, it even spurts a bit. Thank fuck for indigo denim because the color won’t show any stains, although by the time I’m done with Avalon, there’s going to be sperm all over the furniture.
After all, when I ducked into my office, I made a call to my bud, Rick Purdy, immediately.
“Yo,” he cackled, picking up on the first ring. “What’s up?”
“You tell me,” I said. “What’s with the babysitter? You know I’m up at the cabin, and my daughter isn’t even with me right now.”
The bastard cackles again.
“Yeah, exactly. Ellie’s with her mom, right? But that’s the point. I know you’ve been working non-stop and went up to your hidey hole for some much-needed R&R. But who gives a fuck about snowy evenings, hot chocolate, and long, contemplative hikes through the woods? That shit is for losers. What you need is a woman.”
“So you sent Avalon,” I say in a deadpan voice.
My friend cackles again.
“Yeah, def. Don’t worry, she’s been vetted because I booked her through Sweet Lies. You know, through that gifting service that they just started. It’s like Candygrams for Valentine’s Day, but instead of sweets you get a beautiful nymph to fucking destroy. Use her, my man. Fuck all her holes and leave them dripping with sperm and then tell me how it is.”
“I love your way with words,” I say in a dry tone. “So poetic.”
I can almost hear Rick shrug.
“I’m just saying. She’s already been paid for, and she knows what’s up. Is she wearing sexy lingerie? Have you gotten her to do anal yet?”
“Avalon just stepped through my door,” I say in a deadpan voice. “I haven’t done anything except exchange names.”
“Who the fuck cares about her name?” Rick crowed. “Fuck her, my man. She’s not getting any younger, and neither are you! What are you waiting for? It’s time to coat your cock in pussy juice before it shrivels up and drops off!”
I snort because Rick Purdy is a total asshole. He’s the billionaire owner of a luxury skin care line, but you’d never know it from the way he talks. You would never guess that he peddles six hundred dollar face creams and ten thousand dollar laser treatments because that shit is feminine, refined, and chic. Meanwhile, this motherfucker is telling me to fuck my babysitter before leaving her holes filled with sperm. What a douche.
But it’s Rick’s rude, yet aggressive, instincts that have made him into a billionaire, and dare I say it? The dude is a genius businessman. Tatti Cosmetics is known the world over, and they’re expanding into new territory with laser treatments, PRP injections, and even gene therapy. His products and services are at the forefront of the “medspa” trend, and tellingly, Rick’s got his finger in every pot. I shake my head with disgust, but also admiration.
“Fine. Got it. I need to go because Avalon’s waiting for me, but thanks for the gift, I guess.”
Rick chortles on the other side of the line.
“Remember to fuck her hard,” he sings. “At twenty, she’s just the right age. Old enough so that you can fuck her like an animal, but young enough so that her pussy’s still insanely tight. Have fun, my friend.”
Then, the bastard hangs up, leaving me staring at my cell. Damn, what a douche. But I’m grateful to Rick because what he said about my overall mood is true. I am exhausted, but it’s only partially due to work. Instead, I was babysitting my younger daughter, Ellie, this past week while her mom was on vacation. Sure, we have nannies, but I decided that this was the perfect time for some intensive parenting, and got my ass handed to me in the process.
After all, hanging out with a five-year-old is boring, inspiring, overwhelming, confusing, and tiring all at once. My daughter wanted to simultaneously watch a show on her iPad, eat berries, play with her favorite stuffie, and have her other toys ready to go nearby, just in case she decided to shift gears. Not to mention mealtimes. I’ve never met someone who only eats foods that are yellow and white, which drove me up the wall because who doesn’t eat vegetables for an entire week? I managed to get Ellie to take a few bites of banana once in a while, but that’s not the same as consuming a leafy green. I’m going to talk to Belinda about this because our daughter can’t possibly be getting the right nutrients given her picky eating habits. The kid needs a serious meal plan overhaul.
But yeah, Rick is right in that I came to the cabin for some peace and quiet. After seven days 24/7 with my daughter, I’m ready to relax in solitude, and the cabin is perfect because I’m way up high on Mount Tamalo, with my closest neighbor about five miles away. Cell service is spotty, so I keep a satellite phone handy, but even that can lose signal in a storm. As a result, I have the perfect retreat from the world when I’m here, and it’s a fucking godsend. As the CEO of two companies simultaneously, there are always people looking to reach me, and I’m glad to get away from that constant nattering.
But now, the curvy girl awaits. I make sure to keep a straight face as I stroll to the living room for our “CPR practice” so that Avalon doesn’t suspect. The gorgeous blonde has no idea that the gig is up, and that I’m onto her shenanigans. But I decide to play along a little longer because this could be fun. Why not amuse myself and toy with the curvy girl a bit? A CPR tutorial could be real intimate, and it’ll be sexy to be mouth to mouth, her tongue sliding against mine.
So I lie down on the rug, trying to keep my expression innocent.
“Let’s do some practice CPR,” I invite, hoping that my stiffie isn’t too obvious. “The best way to learn is a hands-on approach.”
