Page 18 of Scarred Mountain Man

Fuck, in a moment of selfishness, I forgot that this girl has a perfectly crafted life somewhere else. Everything she knows is back there. Hell, even I had a few years of preparation before I could move up here.

I close my eyes and take several breaths before looking back down at her. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. I’m not sorry about wanting to keep her to myself, but perhaps I could have considered her position in the matter. “I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean to come off like a possessive creep.”Even if I feel like one.

Her features soften as she brushes the back of her fingers on my scars, and I don’t think she realizes that she’s even doing it. “I get it and… I like it,” she whispers. “I feel the same way about you. I don’t show it quite as strongly, but I do.”

Fuck!

“You like it?” I ask, searching her face eagerly.

She bites into her lip and nods, heat flashing into her eyes. “Yes, I like it when you act all possessive and go all feral like that first day when you came all over my jeans.” I groan at her words, my cock jumping behind my fly, and she must read the need in my eyes because she trails her trembling fingers down my chest and stomach, to the hard ridge on my jeans. Her cheeks flare up red as she grabs the zipper and pulls it down. My cock pushes hard against my briefs and I almost spill on the spot when her much smaller hands close around my shaft “I also like it when you lose control like you did this morning and take me hard and fast… I like it when you call me yours.”

There is a dazed expression on her face as she strokes my cock, slowly sending me over the edge with her soft touch. “Fuck, Angel,” I say ruggedly, clenching my jaw to stop myself from coming all over her palm. “You don’t want me to lose control here–”

“But I do,” she cuts in. Fuck, the grass is still wet from the rain and I want nothing but the best for my precious girl, but I don’t think that even I am capable of waiting until we’re back at the cabin to take her.“I have an idea,” she says, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Let's play a game.”

My interest piqued, I ask, “A game?”

Her smirk deepens as she nods. “I'm going to try and outrun you,” she explains, her eyes glinting with challenge.

A possessive growl escapes my throat at the thought of chasing after her. “And if I catch you?” She takes off down the trail before I can even register her words. I give her a head start, watching as she stumbles slightly in her haste. Despite her clumsiness, she would be easy to track down.

I wait until my arousal is almost painful before taking off after her. The forest blurs around me as I sprint down the trail, my senses heightened and focused solely on her. I can hear her labored breathing, the crunch of leaves under her feet. She isn’t that fast, but I allow her to make some leeway, teasing her with the possibility of winning. My heart starts to race, not from the exertion, but from the thrill of the chase. This is primal, instinct leading me right to my prey.

She tries to dart left, veering slightly off the path. I follow, and the gap between us narrows, and she squeals in delight as I wrap my arms around her, bringing her down with me onto the grass in a rough, but not painful movement.

“Fuck!” I growl, guiding her down to the grass, thankful for the thick sweater she had the foresight to wear before she left the cabin. She’s practically trembling when I straddle her hips and brace my hands on either side of her head. She leans up eagerly when I drop my lips to hers. Her mouth parts for me and she makes pussyy little noises at the back of her throat as our tongues twine hotly together. I break the kiss to lick a trail down her throat and that sends her pushing up against me. “The things you do to me, Angel.” I tug down the sweater and shirt, tearing off a few buttons in the process before leaning down to kiss the path between her perfect tits even as I unbutton her jeans and yank them down her thighs.

Her breath catches when I slide my fingers between her thighs to find her pussy slick with arousal. She whimpers when I drag my finger over her slit and gather moisture on my thick digit before pressing it over her tight entrance. I drink up her expression as I slide my finger into her tightness, working it in and out her cunt until she’s whining and writhing beautifully under me.

“Shaw!” she gasps when I add another finger to her pussy. I watch as her lips part in a sob and her hips rise up to grind against my thick digits. I lean down and take a pebbled nipple between my lips as I work my fingers faster into her until her hips start shaking and she orgasms with a sob, her pussy pulsing hotly around my fingers and coating them with more of her juices.

With a crawling need to claim my girl and remind her to whom she belongs, I pull out my fingers and replace them with my raging cock, shoving my cock hard into her pussy. I take her lips with mine, swallowing her scream as I drive wild pumps into her wet cunt.

“You belong to me,” I growl against her lips, slapping so hard into her it sends her back springing off the ground. “Only I am allowed to touch you and fuck this pussy. Only I get to cream this tight little cunt and mark you!”

“Yes, yours,” she sobs, her tits bouncing wildly with every feral drive into her slick pussy, almost as if something wild has taken possession of my body but no, this is me. Wild and possessive.

“I will kill anyone that dares touch you,” I growl. “I will always find you, even if they take you away, and always remind them you belong to me!”

Her pussy cinches hotly around me and her lips part in a scream as she orgasms with little warning. Her back arches off the ground and her thighs shake from the intensity of her climax. Idrop my finger between us and rub at her clit as I thrust roughly into her and that sends her into yet another climax, one that sends me coming as well. She sobs as her body trembles, her hot cunt pulsing wildly around my cock and milking me of every last drop of my hot seed. I ram hard into her, drawing out the orgasm until I run out of steam and fall on top of her, breaking my fall with my elbow so I don’t crush her.

“Oh, God,” she heaves. “That was… Oh my God.”

“I was a little rough. Did I hurt you?” I whisper, pushing back to look into her eyes but they seem dazed and there is a little smile on her face. Affection clogs my throat when my eyes lock with her perfect baby blues.

“No, it was perfect,” she chuckles, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down on her. “But my knees are a little weak. You might have to carry me back to the cabin though.”

“Of course, anything for you, Angel.”

She goes silent for a while before she finally speaks. “You might need to do a lot of that, though. You’ve made me fall in love with you, Shaw. You need to take responsibility for that.”

My breath catches in my throat at her words. I expected to be the first to speak them, but hearing her voice them is something I never thought I would hear. “I love you,” I manage, choked up. “You’re mine, always.”

Years ago, when I left town to live in the mountains, I always pictured I would be alone. I never thought someone would ever look at my scarred face and giant body and develop any kind of feelings for me and yet, it’s happened.

Whatever comes after this is nothing. As long as we’re in love, we’ll figure the rest out.

I will do everything it takes to protect this precious feeling.To deserve it.

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