Page 11 of Claimed By the Mountain Man

He drags his hand down my stomach and finally reaches where I want him to touch me most. I whimper when he rubs hismiddle finger over my damp folds, parting my lips as his eyes run hungrily over me. My back arches when his thick digit finally grazes the tingling nub between my legs, my eyes fluttering closed from the intensity of it all.

“Eyes on me!” he growls, forcing my eyes to snap open to lock on to his dark ones. “I want your pretty eyes on me when I fuck you, princess.”

“Oh!” I moan when he thrusts his middle finger into my opening, twisting it gently into me before pulling out. The initial discomfort quickly vanishes when he adds his thumb to the mix, using it to rub the swollen bud in circles as he continues to pump his middle finger into my pulsing sex. His expert fingers bring me closer to the edge, and my breathing grows shallow by the second.

Callan drops his free hand on the spot above my head for a second, before crashing his mouth with mine, swallowing my whimpers as he rubs fast circles around my clit. I bury my heels into the bed as the delicious tug in my belly intensifies.

God.OhGod.

“Mine,” he rasps against my lips before sweeping his tongue hotly over mine, engaging me in a dance so carnal it sends heat rocking my body. His fingers stroke me faster and harder until the storm breaks. I come with a sob, my back arching off the bed as he kisses me through the orgasm. “God, you’re so tight wrapped around my finger princess, I can’t wait to feel your tightness on my cock.”

My body is still trembling when he pulls his fingers from between my legs and replaces them with the hardness of his shaft. His pulsing tip resting at my entrance.

Up until this moment, I never really thought about my first time. I always figured it was an unpleasant experience that was bestpushed to the back of my mind. One of those insignificant things people went through, but then Callan aroused something in me that wanted the experience to be anything but insignificant.

With him, it feels anything but.

It’s special.

I expect the discomfort when he inches his cock inside of me, stretching me with his thickness inch by inch. I even expect the pain when he slams his hips forward and impales me, the feeling leaving me full and achy.

What I don’t expect is the pain I read in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” he whispers, his voice deep and gentle. I can see in his eyes that he’s worried that the pain might be too much for me to bear, and somehow, his worry takes away most of it. When I focus on those dark eyes, I realize how much I want to pleasure him as well.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, bringing my hand to his jaw and stroking my fingers over his scar. “I’m okay.”

“Don’t lie to me, princess. I hate that I hurt you–”

I bring my hand to his nape and pull his lips down on mine, kissing his lips needily. Almost as if I didn’t just learn to kiss from the man. Needing to assure him that he doesn’t need to treat me like I’m made of glass. Not here at least.

I can take him.My gentle giant.

Christ, there is a desperation inside of me to please him. To make him feel half as good as he makes me.

“Take me, Cal,” I breathe into the kiss, the name slipping out easily from my lips. I bring my knee to his hip, whimpering when the move sends him deeper into me. “Please. Make me yours.”

That is all he needs to hear for him to snap. He pulls out and drives back into me with a harsh grunt. “Fuuuck!” he growls roughly, smacking his hips down on mine as he sinks his thickness into me deeper and deeper. “You are so goddamned tight, baby. So, fucking gorgeous the way you take my cock.”

I tilt my head back when his lips drop to my neck, giving him more access to the vulnerable part of my body. His breathing is heavy as he rakes his teeth over my throat, licking a path up my neck as he drives his thick cock into me over and over again.

“Callan,” I whimper when his tempo picks up, his muscles straining hard against mine as he rocks his cock faster and harder into me.

“Going to breed you, baby, flood this tight little cunt with my seed and get you swollen with my child.” His thrusts turn rougher, wilder, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders with a whimper as he continues to pump his cock into my slick pussy, faster and harder until it sends the bed creaking underneath us. “Fuck, I’m so close baby,” he grinds, pain laced in his voice as he rolls his hips on top of mine, rocking hard into me. From his harsh breathing, I can tell he is close.

Callan drops a hand between my legs and strums my swollen nub with his middle finger as his thrusts grow urgent, almost feral.

“Yes, Oh God,” I cry out as pleasure builds up from the spot he’s teasing before spreading to the rest of my body and exploding. I come with a loud cry, my body shaking hard underneath his, cinching hard around his thickness as dark spots shoot behind my eyes.

“So, fucking gorgeous,” Callan says hoarsely, slamming his shaft harder into me and it only takes three thrusts before he’s spilling his hot seed into my womb. He buries his face into my neck,rutting into me like a beast in heat, driving his cock harder into me, that it’s almost brutal as he buries ropes of his seed deep, until I’ve milked him dry. He’s still panting from exertion when he rolls off me to my side before drawing me into his arms.

Callan presses his lips to my temple and keeps them there for a long time, before pulling back to bury his face in my hair. “I’m sorry,” my giant whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around me. “I didn’t mean to take it so hard on your first time. I…”

“It was perfect,” I whisper, nuzzling his chest and breathing in his strong masculine scent. My sex is a bit sore from what we just did, but I wouldn’t take a moment out of it back. Everyone thinks they have Callan figured out, but the man is a gentle giant, far from the monster everyone pegs him to be. From the moment I met him, he’s been nothing but caring to me.

And God, I want this to last.

When he calls me his, my heart aches with the need for his words to be true. I have never belonged anywhere or with anyone. I was a ward of the state until I wasn’t. After I aged out, I was truly alone, navigating the world and its dangers with no one and nothing to fall back on.

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