Page 23 of Broken Mountain Man

Undeterred, Russell continues lavishing me with his wicked mouth, shamelessly tasting and exploring.

"You taste so sweet," he manages to gasp out.

Before I can say more, his wicked tongue is twirling around my swollen clit. My back arches clear off the ground, hands fisting in the blades beneath me. Heat blazes through my core, chest heaving.

"Don't stop!" I cry out desperately.

Russell obeys like the well-trained soldier he is, lapping at me with single-minded focus. The coiling pressure builds rapidly in my lower belly.

"I'm so close..."

He grips my thighs tighter, holding me open for his relentless mouth. Licks and sucks me without mercy until the knot finally snaps.

I climax with a broken cry, head thrown back as waves of pleasure crash over me. When the shudders finally subside, I meet Russell's heated gaze.

"Thank you," I breathe out.

He gives me a slow, satisfied smile before claiming my lips in a deep, thorough kiss. I can taste my own musky sweetness on his tongue, and it's shockingly erotic.

"It was my pleasure," Russell rumbles against my lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

"I hope not," I murmur back, nerves fluttering in my belly.

“Me neither. But we'll do this together, okay?"

I nod, offering him a small smile of gratitude. Russell grips his thick cock, slowly pulling back the skin before guiding himself to my slick entrance.

I writhe at the first slow inch of penetration - a heady mix of pleasure and stretching discomfort. Russell eases in gradually until he's fully sheathed inside my tight warmth.

I gasp, mouth falling open as he begins rocking his hips with shallow strokes. He leans in close, voice a low rasp.

"God, you feel incredible. Can't believe I waited so long..."

"Don't lie," I pant out breathlessly.

"Not lying." He presses deeper, filling me completely.

My eyes roll back as I take in the delicious new sensations.

I stare up at the brilliant blue sky, still half-convinced this is all an incredible dream. Here I am, losing my virginity to a gorgeous stranger in the wilderness, mere days after my life shattered.

And somehow, in this moment, it feels like the rightest thing I've ever done.

Chapter 12 - Russell

"You look so beautiful like this," I murmur, brushing Lyla's tousled hair back from her flushed face.

What I don't tell her is how nervous I was at first, unsure if I'd even be able to stay hard. But the moment I sank into her wet pussy, all doubts fled.

"Can I go faster?" I rasp out.

Lyla nods eagerly. I capture her lips as I increase the tempo, rocking my hips back and forth. I press deeper with each powerful thrust, hands roaming her soft curves hungrily.

There's so much new territory to explore; I don't even know where to put my hands next. But I know there's nobody else I'd rather have this first experience with.

Lyla's inner walls flutter and grip me tightly. An unspoken plea for me to let go. But I'm not ready for this incredible feeling to end just yet.

I need more time buried in her welcoming body, even if just a few breathless seconds more.

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