Page 12 of Curvy Girl for the Mountain Man

Her taste is addictive—a pure aphrodisiac—and her sounds, those delicious moans and cries, are the sweetest symphony to my ears. They drive me wild, fueling my arousal to near unbearable levels. I’m humping the air because God help me if I can keep still.

"Please, Daddy..." she whispers in a throaty beg that snaps the restraint I’ve been clinging to. Her calling me that, with such needy innocence, rips through any remaining hesitation and ignites a feral hunger within.

I rise up, aligning myself with her trembling body, and with one smooth thrust, I bury myself deep inside her.

I feel her hymen rip, and I let out an animalistic roar of satisfaction at know I’m the first and only man who will ever have her this way.

She cries out—a sound so raw and pure—her back arching off the bed as if reaching for salvation.

I anchor her down with my body, making sure she feels every inch of me, every beat of my heart.

"Mine," I growl into her ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that has her whispering affirmations and unraveling under the wave of pleasure that crahes over us simultaneously. My cock is leaking precum like a sieve, and it’s taking everything in me to keep my spilling my load in her prematurely.

"Yours, Jack, always yours," she gasps between breaths, her nails digging into my back, marking me as much as I mark her.

The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin.

I move with a relentless urgency, driven by an instinctual need to claim her, to fuse our bodies and souls into one unbreakable entity.

The intensity of it pushes me closer and closer to the edge, every thrust deeper and harder than the last.

Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me even closer, if that’s even possible. Our connection deepens beyond the physical joining—spiraling into something neither of us could have anticipated.

I go deeper than before and capture her gasp with my mouth, kissing her deeply, fucking into her mouth like I am her body.

Each thrust is met with a welcoming pull from her, inviting me deeper—not just into her body but into the very essence of who she is.

The world falls away. There is nothing but Olivia and the intoxicating bind she has tangled me in.

Each moan, each arch from her not only takes us higher but binds us tighter.

Closer to climax, I slow down. She lets out a whimper of protest, but I cup her face and look into her beautiful eyes. “Ssh, baby, I want to make this moment last. I want to remember it forever. The moment you became mine, you beautiful goddess.”

“I am yours,” she confirms, her beautiful eyes staring back into mine.

“Daddy,” she adds with a mischevous little smirk.

Holy fuck! I lose it then.

“Fuck, baby, you know what that does to me, don’t you? You know Daddy can’t hold back when you’re throwing that sweet thing up on him and calling him ‘Daddy', don’t you? You want it, baby? Cause here it comes, sweetheart. All Daddy’s juices just for you, baby doll.”

And then with a groan that feels like it’s coming straight from my soul, I release my sperm into her. My balls draw up tight, my cock pulses over and over again, violently dumping stream after stream of cum into her waiting pussy.

And when I feel her pussy clenching around mine, signaling her orgasm, that only sets me off again. More cum shoots from my head, filling her up until it’s leaking out onto the bed between us.

Still, I remain inside her, unwilling to break this connection that feels more vital than air.

“Mine,” I whisper as I plant a protective kiss on her forehead.

This girl is mine.

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Olivia

A face flashes before my eyes. Strong jaw, sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes boring into mine.

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