Page 18 of Claimed By the Mountain Man

She probably ran into an acquaintance who reported to him. This is a town of tourists, with everyone from all over the country filling in for their vacations. It’s not totally crazy that he would find her. All she needs to know is that it will never happen again. I don’t care how many men from her past try to get to her, I’ll send them all back running if they prove to be a threat to my girl.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” I tell her, brushing a thumb soothingly over her cheek, but Emily doesn’t lean into my comforting caress. Instead, she brushes my hand off her face and instead, pushes up to straddle my lap. I have to push back the car seat to accommodate us both, and her waitressing uniform rides up her thighs as she presses her soft body to mine, sending my cock hardening in mere seconds. There is a heat, unlike anything I have seen before gleaming in her eyes when they lock on mine.

“Do you know what I was thinking when Bobby grabbed me from the alleyway?” she whispers, locking her fingers behind my neck as she circles her taut ass against my raging erection. “You. I was thinking of you, Cal. In the car with him, and I was thinking about was you. Wishing for you. Hoping you would find me.”

My heart clenches painfully at her words. “I’m here now.”

“You are,” she whispers, rocking her pussy over my erection. “I don’t know how it happened, but I think I’m in love with you, Cal. The thought of leaving you behind hurt more than anything I would have expected. I want to stay.”

I have no words. All I can do is take her lips in mine in response and let her feel just how hard and fast my heart beats for her. It will only ever beat this hard for her. “Mine,” I rasp as I lick into her mouth, twining her tongue hotly with mine as I remind her that she is it for me.

“Want to feel you again,” she whimpers, pushing her body up against mine, her perky tits pressing hard against my chest and I long to take them into my mouth, suck at the juicy nipples until she’s sobbing for me to fuck her.

“I’m going to fuck you right here, princess. So, fucking hard it’s going to haunt your little stalker for the rest of his life. When he remembers that someone else claimed this tight pussy, it’s going to eat at his insides and drive him insane.”

“Oh God, yes,” she whispers brokenly against my lips, grabbing my hand and bringing them to her tits. She cries out when I fondle the globes into my palm and squeeze her pebbling nipples between my fingers. “Need you, Cal. Now,” she moans, grinding her ass madly on her my lap. “Please take me!”

There is something feral about her, and she must feel I’m not moving fast enough for her because her hands drop between usand I groan when she slips her fingers into my pants, pulling out my shaft that’s hard and leaking of precum.

“So, fucking horny,” I say with a rough grunt when she starts stroking my cock. “What’s brought this change?”

“Freedom,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat when I slide my fingers between her thighs and into her panties. I groan deeply when I find her wet, her sex is slicker with arousal than anything I have felt before. “I… Oh God,” she moans loudly when I drive my middle finger into her. Her head falls back, and her body starts to shake when I add my index finger, thrusting in and out of her at a feverish tempo. Her body writhes on top of me as she rides my fingers, desperately clawing at my shoulders for leverage.

“Do you like that, riding my fingers with your stalker listening in?”

“Uh?” Her breath wheezes in and out as my fingers stroke her faster and harder until she’s practically begging for my cock. “Cal, please,” she sobs.

“Fuck baby,” I breathe, our position doesn’t allow her to strip out of her panties, so I grab the flimsy material and tear it off her body, tossing it to the back seat where it drops on top of the handgun.

She’s practically trembling when I guide my cock into her hole. Her wanting cries carry through the space as she seats herself on top of me in a fluid motion, burying herself to the hilt in one thrust. It seems that whatever chains were holding her back have snapped and released this gorgeous beast that can’t get enough, and I don’t think I could fall any deeper in love with her.

Christ, she’s perfect.

Watching her transform from my shy girl with awkward kisses, to a little temptress who can’t get enough of my cock is a thing of beauty.

I wrap an arm around her waist as she rocks her hips hard over mine with her head thrown back and eyes closed. I lean in and lick a path over her flushed neck to her earlobe, before nipping at the sensitive skin. She cries out in pleasure, the noise no doubt making it outside the truck as she rocks hard above me, bouncing over my cock before she starts rolling her hips in circles and I notice her eyes quickly grow glassy.

“So close, Cal, Oh God!” she sobs, picking up her tempo, and her sex pulsing hotly around my cock, driving me to the point of madness. I dig my fingers into her waist as my muscles strain with the need to come.

“Fuck baby, let me do it,” I growl, tightening my arms around her and upthrust into her sex, driving brutally into her until she’s trembling and sobbing with the need for release. Her orgasm explodes with little warning as she bucks against me. Her lips part with a scream and her body starts shaking, her sex clenching hotly around me and drawing out my climax. I come with a bellow, burying my face into her neck as I pump an endless string of my seed into until she’s milked me to the last drop. “Goddamnit, baby,” I pant, going boneless as I drop my head against her shoulder.

She trails a hand down my shoulder and when she turns her head to kiss the scarred part of my face, it sends my heart clenching painfully in my chest. “Do you remember when I mentioned that I thought I was falling in love with you?”

“Rings a bell,” I say, nuzzling her neck.

“Well, I’m sure of it now. I love you, Callan. I’ve never felt anything remotely close to this with anyone in my life.”

I kiss her shoulder, my heart swelling with affection for the girl. “I love you, Emily. Always.”

“I believe that.”

We sit in silence as we wait for our breathing to return to normal and that’s when she moves back to her seat and straightens her clothes. We both look out over the dash to the man still lying face down in the gravel, hands over his head, still visibly shaking. A satisfied smirk graces Emily’s face, and a sense of pride fills my chest. I wait until her seatbelt is on before pulling out. I keep my eye on the man lying on the ground through the review mirror as we drive away, and I figure it’s the last time we will ever see him again. For his own good, it better be.

Emily reaches out to take my hand and brings it to her lap and just like that, the world feels right again.

Epilogue

Eight Years Later

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