Page 18 of Chased By the Mountain Man

Maybe I don’t deserve her, but dammit, I can’t let my past stand in the way of our future. I’ve been sabotaging our happiness, thinking of all the reasons we shouldn’t be together instead of the reasons we should. I made her feel like she wasn’t wanted, and I’m determined to make up for it. I’ll show my princess exactly what she means to me. I’ll show her exactly how much I want her.

I pull away from our kiss and start up the engine, my cock throbbing with anticipation as I turn my truck around and drive back up the mountain.

“I’m taking you to bed, princess,” I growl. “Get ready.”

Jasmine beams, her eyes dancing with excitement. She looks so damn horny pressing her thighs together like that, her nipples poking through her blouse, and I step harder on the accelerator, desperate to take my girl back where she belongs.

9

Jasmine

I’m so freaking happy that I’m struggling not to squeal like an excited teenager. Now that I understand what’s been going on in Trent’s mind, everything is clear. It makes sense that a strong, protective man like him would want to shield me from the worst parts of himself, and even though he was wrong to try and make that decision for me, I know in my heart that he thought he was doing the right thing. He thought he was keeping me safe by putting distance between us. But hopefully, with time he’ll come to realize that being with him is what makes me feel safe. I feel like nothing can touch me as long as Trent is by my side.

Though right now, being touched by my mountain man is exactly what I want.

Trent floors it up Snowfall Ridge, and my heart races the closer we get to his cabin. He keeps stealing greedy glances at me and electricity zips through my body when I think of what he’s going to do to me next. I’m already wet for him. Last night was amazing, but now I want more.

I want Trent’s cock inside me.

I want to feel him filling me up with that huge length until we’re both coming.

Oh God, I want him so bad.

“Are we nearly there?” I whine.

Trent chuckles, his eyes hungry. “Two minutes, princess. Then you’re all mine.”

Soon, we skid to a halt outside the cabin. I barely have time to take off my seatbelt before Trent jumps out of the truck and opens the passenger-side door, pulling me into his arms and carrying me bridal-style into the cabin. It reminds me of the way he carried me when I was running from the cops, and I tingle with pleasure, nuzzling against his brawny chest.

Once we reach his bedroom, we’re on each other like animals, grabbing urgently at our clothes. My blouse and skirt are thrown to the floor, followed by Trent’s shirt and jeans. I shudder as he reaches around my back and unhooks my bra, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

“Shit,” Trent groans, filling his hands with my plump tits. “You’re so pretty, Jasmine. So fucking perfect.”

I moan appreciatively as he tugs at my nipples, teasing the hard buds and setting my nerves on fire. But I need more. My pussy is aching for Trent’s cock, and I reach for his boxers which he helps me pull down.

Once he’s naked, I have to take a moment to breathe.

I saw his body last night, but it looks even more gorgeous when he’s towering in front of me like this. His scarred, tattooed chest is so broad and burly, and his muscular arms are as thick as tree trunks. My eyes roam down to his cock, and I let out a whimper of need. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big it is—thick and veiny, hard as rock and already dripping with pre-cum. A spasm of longing shoots through my core as I look at it, and I can feel my arousal slipping down my thighs. I’ve never been so turned on. My body has completely taken over, and I’m aching with a deep, animal need.

Trent pulls down the last barrier between us, and my panties join the rest of our clothes on the floor. He stares at my body, taking in my curves with a growl of satisfaction.

“You’re all mine, princess.”

Then he grabs me. I barely have a moment to breathe before he’s pushing me back onto the mattress, trapping me with his huge body. I gasp as he parts my thighs, stroking my slit with the tip of his cock until I’m squirming with anticipation, moaning desperately.

“Use your words, baby,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Trent,” I beg. “Please, I want you inside me. It aches so bad.”

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll make the ache go away.”

His brown eyes look down at me reverentially, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and my body starts to tremble as he lines up his cock with my entrance.

“You’re so damn wet,” he says, breathing hard as the tip of his cock pokes against my hole. “All sweet and sticky like a good girl.”

I moan at his words, wrapping my arms around his neck. Then he looks down at me, his face suddenly pinched with concern as he says, “I’ve never done this before, Jasmine. If I do something that hurts, you tell me, okay?”

I smile up at him, nodding. “I’m a virgin too, so I guess we’ll figure it out together.”

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