Page 11 of Curvy Girl for the Mountain Man

He makes a strangled sound, and something fierce and possessive flares in his eyes. "You're mine," he growls before he claims my mouth again in a bruising kiss.

Jack

Her words ignite something primal in me.

Then be my daddy.

Fuck, it's like a match to tinder within my veins. I never knew I had a daddy kink. Still don’t know that that’s what you’d call it. I just have an Olivia kink. Anything my curvy little beauty wants, that’s what she’ll get. And if she wants a daddy, then hot damn sign me up.

I'm consumed by her—every soft curve, each whispered word fuels the fire that rages uncontrollably inside me.

I don't hesitate any longer.

I can’t.

My hands explore her body with newfound ownership, each touch asserting my claim. Her skin is soft under my rough fingers, delicate yet burning with the same ferocious need that's overtaking me.

"Mine," I affirm again, as if speaking it into existence will somehow secure her to me irrevocably. I trail kisses down her throat, each one a seal of possession, and she tilts her head back, giving me freer access, surrending to me.

Mine.

Her hands claw at my back, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. I quickly free my cock from my pants and rub it up and down against her pussy.

“Fuck, that thing is juicy. Just like I knew it would be,” I hiss.

The friction of our bodies moving together sends shockwaves through my core. I'm teetering on the edge of control, every cell in my body screaming for release.

But I hold back, because this isn’t just about finding release—it's about marking every inch of her as mine.

With deliberate intent, I push her gently against the wall. The cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat of our bodies as I lift her thigh to wrap around my hip. Her breath catches. Those wide eyes lock onto mine, reflecting a storm of emotions that I feel mirrored in my chest.

"I need you," I confess, the words raw and laden with a truth that terrains beyond mere physical need. It's deeper—elementary and all-consuming.

"Jack... please," she breathes out, her voice laced with urgency and something like desperation. That plea shatters the last vestige of restraint within me.

I capture her lips once more, sealing the promise made in our shared breaths and whispers. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around me instinctively as I carry her over the bed.

I’m a man of my word, and I vowed to myself that I would take her on a bed like she deserves, worship her like the curvy fucking goddess she is.

She whimpers when I lay her on the bed and pull back from her, but I shush with a kiss against her soft stomach.

And then I fall to my knees and kiss my way down to the center of her thighs, to that holy altar I want to worship at.

"Jack, Jack," her voice is breathless, a mix of need and surrender that fires me up further.

I look up from my position between her thighs, her eyes glazed with fervor meet mine, and it's like a fucking punch to the gut—this girl owns me as much as I own her.

I can’t help but smile against the softness of her inner thigh before I turn my attention back to the prize. My tongue slides over her pussy, tasting her, savoring the sweetness that is uniquely Olivia.

And then I flick my tongue over her swollen clit.

She moans louder, fingers threading through my hair, pushing me closer as if she can't get enough.

"More, Jack, I need more," she gasps out, her voice cracking with the intensity of her desire. Her hips buck against my face, seeking further contact, urging me to deepen the exploration.

I oblige without hesitation because denying her anything feels like denying myself oxygen.

I dive deeper, my tongue writing promises inside her that both of us know I intend to keep.

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