Page 8 of Claimed By the Mountain Man

A beauty like her would want nothing to do with a beast like me and yet, she traces her fingers up my chest and to my scarred jaw as I twist my lips hungrily over her, her sexy little mouth kissing me back just as hungrily, albeit with hints of awkwardness, but I don’t care. I rock my cock against her roughly, causing her to mewl and writhe against me.

“Want you,” I rasp into the kiss, dropping my free hand to her stomach, and slipping my hand under her shirt, caressing my way up to her stomach with light, teasing touches. She whimpers when I palm her supple tits over her bra, before pinching her beaded nipples between my fingers. “I need to fuck you baby. Rut you so hard your little group will hear you from the top of the mountain.”

At my words, she pulls back from the kiss to lock her eyes on mine and this time, there is alarm displayed in those pretty eyes. “H-here?” she whispers nervously, and I can’t help but stare at her perfectly swollen lips. “You mean you want to do it here?”

“Are you worried about the wild animals? Don’t worry, you’ll hear a bark if–”

“It’s not that,” she breathes, bringing her hands down to my chest and fingering the buttons of my shirt, the move unsure…almost shy and it hits me like a ton of bricks. Something I hadn’t even considered because in no way on earth would I be the first person to touch this girl. That’s just not possible.

Emily Lane is as perfect as someone can get. She is beautiful inside out. Surely, she’s had a mile-long line of men queuing for her attention. Right?

“Tell me,” I say, my heart hammering fast and cock pushing hard against my fly as I try not to jump to conclusions, but her shyness is chipping at my control.

“I…” her cheeks flare up with heat and she ducks her head as if to hide from me, but I don’t let her, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up.

“What is it, Princess,” I rasp, leaning down and kissing her lips. It’s a slight brush of lips but it sends her breath racing. It takes everything in me not to move further in and take everything but first, I need to understand what she wants.

I watch as her tongue sneaks out and she nervously wets her lips before speaking. “You said you want to erase all the men that have touched me but… there is no one to erase.”

Jesus Christ, she is a virgin.

I have been with women before I met Emily. Nothing that lasted more than a couple of days. None of the women I was with wanted more than a few nights with the beast and that worked perfectly for me. It never once crossed my mind to chase after them either once they had served their purpose. The military was my life, and I poured everything into it, leaving me an angry shell of a man who after a while, wanted nothing to do with relationships or the feelings associated with them. Then I met Emily, a girl who rolled into town at the same time I came to bid my goodbyes to my brother. And I was hooked.

From the moment I saw her in that tight little waitressing uniform, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. She was it. I wanted the girl more than I did my next breath.

I wanted to fuck her on every inch of my property and get her swollen with my child. I dared to dream of having a family with the angel, and to think that she’s a virgin…

Fuck!

A growl climbs up my throat at the thought of being the first man to touch her in this way. No, I cannot fuck her in the middle of the woods for her first time no matter how much my cock pleads with me to do so, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show her the extent of my need for her.

With a deep groan, I drop my mouth back down on hers, the kiss wet and needy, almost obscene, as I lick our tongues together. She whines into the kiss when I slide my hand down her stomach and to her leggings, dipping my fingers into her waistband. Her breathing grows rugged along with mine as I slip my fingers between her thighs to find her panties drenched. Her knees buck when I drag my knuckle over the valley of her sex and she whimpers, wrapping her arms around my shoulder to hold herself up.

“Callan,” she cries out when I slide my fingers into her panties, sucking in a sharp breath when I find her folds sodden with arousal. Christ, she’s so perfect, I want to lick every last inch of her, kiss the spots no other man has ever touched, and finally claim her as mine.

“Trust me, Princess,” I say ruggedly, kissing her lips before trailing my mouth down her jaw, licking the path down her earlobe and to the smooth column of her neck, giving her a soft nip at her collarbone. “Let me take care of you.”

She nods eagerly, and that brings a smile to my face, albeit pained. I kiss another trail down her throat, releasing the hold I have on her hair to pull up her shirt. Tugging down her bra in a swift movement, my mouth finds her tits immediately and I don’t hesitate to devour them. She cries out, falling back against the tree when I wrap my hungry lips around her beaded nipple and suck eagerly at the bud.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder as I lose myself in the intoxicating taste and scent that is uniquely her. "Oh God, Callan..."

I release her wet nipple with a loud crude pop before dragging my tongue down her stomach. I draw my fingers from inside her to shove down her leggings and panties to her ankles, leaving her naked in front of me, a dish waiting to be consumed. The sight of her wanting and waiting sends my cock jerking behind tightly in my pants begging for release.

"You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess," I rasp, dropping to my knees on the forest floor. I tug her leggings completely off, and with my eyes locked on hers, I guide her to open her thighs wider and expose herself to me more, all pink and drenched.

I lean in and inhale her intoxicating peachy scent, my mouth watering with the need to taste her, so I do it. I barely catch her pleasured cry when I lean in and drag my tongue over the valley of her sex, groaning deeply as her sweet flavors explode in my mouth. With a rough growl, I lean in and suction my mouth over her clit, bathing the swollen nub with rough strokes that sends her bucking against me but it's not enough.

With her, I can't get enough.

There is a deep hunger in me to take more. To bury myself inside of her until I can't tell where she begins or where I end - untilwe're one. So, I take more, digging my heavily calloused fingers into her thigh as I bury my face deeper between her legs.

More!

I need more! Need to see this girl fall apart in my arms and to know I brought her to that point.

"Mine!" I growl roughly and the vibration seems to set her off as well as she starts moving her thighs restlessly against my tongue. The move is unsure at first, but she soon gets over her shyness and starts to ride my face in firm strokes, her broken whimpers quickly turning into pleasured sobs.

"Callan...oh God!" She cries out, bringing up her left foot and resting it over my shoulder, rocking harder over my tongue. She seems too far gone to realize how much of herself she's exposing to me and... it's perfect.

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