Page 11 of Scarred Mountain Man

My heart lurches when he suddenly sits up, and gathers me onto his lap, his fingers digging into my waist possessively a second before his mouth is on mine. That single move seems to wipe all thoughts from my mind as I focus on him… on my first kiss.

I’ve always pictured it would be gentle, teasing, playful but there is none of that with my mountain man. The kiss is wet and wild, very much obscene.

The way Shaw twists his lips over mine is so primal and desperate, like a starved animal finally getting a taste of something he’s longed for. As if he is terrified that I will somehow disappear and he’s making the most of it. His mouth is powerful and demanding as he guides me to open my mouth for him and when he sinks his hungry tongue into my mouth, rubbing it against mine erotically, it turns my pussy hot and slick.

I whimper into the kiss, rubbing my pulsing pussy over his erection, no doubt staining his boxers with my arousal, but I can’t help myself. I rock on his massive bulge, my breathing growing labored as pleasure shoots up my stomach and… I want more.

As if he heard my silent pleas, Shaw breaks the kiss to trail his lips over my cheek, his breathing harsh against my skin with every caress. I tilt my head back to allow him access, whimperingout in need when he rolls his hips beneath me, his erection brushing against my clit.

“Goddamn, Angel, you’re so pussyy. Every last inch of you is so fucking perfect.” I comb my fingers through his hair as he drags his tongue down the column of my neck. He tugs hard at my shirt and that sends buttons flying everywhere, but neither of us pays attention as he leaves a trail of kisses down my chest. My lips part in a loud moan when he dips his mouth to my nipple, sucking the beaded bud into his mouth in a kiss so hungry it leaves me dripping in response.

“Shaw, oh God!” I cry out, digging my fingers into his hair as he rolls his tongue over my aching nipple and drives me to the point of insanity.

Is it supposed to feel this way? This good?

Deep down, I know it will never feel this way with anyone else but… I don’t have to think about that now. I don’t need to think about anything… in fact, I don’t need to think at all. I just need to let this magical moment happen.

Shaw releases my nipple with a wet pop and lifts his head to look at me, his dark eyes flashing with lust. “I need to be inside of you, Angel. I need you now,” he growls, shoving the shirt completely off me and leaving me completely nude. I flush at how exposed I am, but Shaw doesn’t let me focus too much on that. Instead, he tightens his arm around me and lowers us back on the bed.

“Want you too… oh!”

My lips part in a gasp and my head falls back when he dips his hand between my legs and grazes my clit with his middle finger. A wave of pleasure rolls up my abdomen and I whimper, leaning into his touch, urging him to do it again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Angel,” he rasps deeply as he rubs circles over my clit, and I cry out from the pleasure that builds in my core. I’ve never had anyone touch me there before and every time I thought of doing it myself, I always felt awkward but now… it’s all I want.

The only time I’ve been close to this feeling is earlier this afternoon when he rubbed his cock all over my pussy and sent small shock waves through my system. This moment feels a hundred times better than what I felt at the river, and even though I am scared of the uncertain edge he’s bringing me towards, I can’t help but crave it.

I crave everything about this man. His touch, his voice, and the strong, earthy, masculine scent on his skin. And now, I crave the edge he’s slowly bringing me toward. My hips rock forward, chasing his finger as he rubs circles over my clit faster and harder until I am practically shaking in his arms.

“Yes, yes!” I sob as I begin to burst, and when I do, it takes me by surprise. I bury my face in his neck as my body shakes from the intensity of the climax. My pussy clenches rapidly as he continues to rub his middle finger over my tight bud, staying there until the tremors in my body begin to die down.

“So hot,” Shaw says ruggedly, drawing his hand from between my legs and I watch under lust-rimmed eyes as he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks off my arousal sticking to his fingers. “Fucking delicious too, Angel. I would get down there and taste for myself, but I’ll explode if I don’t get in your pussy now.”

I watch under lidded eyes as he slides his boxers down to release his cock, and I don’t need to look down to see the monster between his legs. No, I already got a full view of it by the river, and… I have doubts. How that massive thing is going to fit inside of me worries me a bit.

Shaw settles between my legs and I whimper when I feel the hard press of his stiff cock against my pussy. My mountain man is practically shaking with need, and I close my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the pain that comes with pussy, but it doesn’t come.

“Look at me!” he orders and my eyes snap open to find his dark eyes locked on me. His expression softens and when he traces the back of his hand on my cheek, his touch is tender, and it sends my heart strings tugging needily. “Relax for me, Angel,” he rasps, brushing my hair from my face.

I want to but knowing that it’s going to hurt doesn’t exactly help my case. I have to tell him.

“Shaw… I’m a virgin,” I finally get it out, and his face immediately softens.

“Oh, Angel,” he replies, “I don’t mind, in fact, I’m honored I will be your first,” he adds. He places kisses on both my cheeks before cupping them, forcing my eyes to meet his.

“I will be gentle, we can go as slow as you want. I already know that we both want this, so let me lead the way to make your first time well worth the wait,” he says.

I slowly nod, and before I can even form a reply, the heat returns to his gaze. I know this is the right choice, my mountain man will take good care of me.

Chapter Six

Shaw

A virgin.

I should have clocked on that earlier but I was too busy worrying about whether or not she was married and if my scars terrified her. No, my darling angel does not really care about such vain things and if I thought about it clearly, then I would have realized that her rejection had nothing to do with me… and everything to do with her.

But despite my raging cock and the powerful roar in my chest begging for me to possess her, I am unwilling to hurt her. I will have tons of opportunities to lose my head in the moment and fuck her until her cries drown out the sounds of the night, but she can only have her first once and I’m going to make it memorable for her if it’s the last thing I do.

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