Page 16 of Kept By The Mountain Man

I lick my lips when I see a pearl drop form on the tip, and I lean forward again before he can stop me and lick it up.

“You want this?” he asks, wrapping his hand around his length, and I nod shyly. “Open up then, baby.”

I do as he says and open my mouth wide for him. His cock is hot and heavy as it rests on my tongue, and I scoot forward, taking more of him into my mouth. There’s no way that I’ll be able to take all of him, but I’m willing to give it my best shot.

Hendrix doesn’t seem to mind my lack of technique. Not if the groans coming from above me are any indication.

His hands tangle in my hair, and I moan as he tugs on the strands.

“Fuck, Evie. That’s it, baby. Just like that. God, you’re sucking my cock so fucking good. Such a good girl,” he praises, and I suck him harder, my cheeks hollowing out with the effort.

My hand wraps around the length that I can’t fit in my mouth, and I work him in time with my lips and tongue. I feel his cock swell against my tongue, and I moan, swallowing around him. I can tell that he’s close to coming, and I want him to finish in my mouth.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” he growls, stepping away from me.

“No!” I shout, surprising both of us as I drop to my knees before him. “I want to know what you taste like. I want you to come in my mouth.”

He curses above me but doesn’t stop me when I wrap my lips around him again and start up the same rhythm. It doesn’t take him long before his dick starts to pulse on my tongue, and then he’s coming.

His release is hot and salty as it splashes against the back of my throat, and I work to swallow quickly, not wanting to miss a drop.

I let him go with a pop and grin up at him. He looks absolutely feral as he stares down at me, and I do my best to memorize this look.

He moves so fast that it startles me, and I gasp as he pushes me back down to the floor. The fire crackles next to us, and it warms me almost as much as he does when his body comes down over me.

His mouth is all over me, and I moan as his lips latch onto one of my nipples. His teeth scrap over the sensitive peak, and I cry out, arching up into him.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs against my flushed skin, and I shiver underneath him.

He prowls down the length of my body, gripping my thighs and shoving them wide as he settles between them. I’ve never been naked in front of someone before, and I know that I should probably be self-conscious, but I can’t find it in me. Not with Hendrix. Not with the way that he’s looking at me.

I’m close to the edge before he even touches my pussy. With the first lick, I cry out. With the second, I start to squirm, trying to get closer to him. With the third, I go flying over the edge.

I come against his face, my feet digging into the rug beneath me as I rub myself against his mouth.

“Again,” Hendrix orders, and I cry out as his hands grip my ass, holding me up to his mouth so that he can feast on me.

I lose track of time and everything else as he uses his tongue teeth, and mouth on me. His tongue traces a path around my clit, the pressure butterfly soft, and I let out a frustrated sob as he continues to tease me.

“Hendrix!” I shout, and I can feel him grinning against my soaked core.

“That’s a good girl. Beg me to let you come.”

I gasp, my legs shaking as I do what he says.

“Please, Hendrix. Please make me come. I need it. I need you,” I babble.

He buries his face between my legs then and eats at me like a man starved. It doesn’t take long for me to come again, and I swear that I see stars this time.

My body is liquid as I come down from my high, my limbs spread out on the floor around me, the fire warming me as Hendrix kisses his way up my body.

His cock nudges my opening, and we both groan as he slips through my slick folds. My hands cling to his biceps, and I meet his dark gaze as he starts to push into me. The pressure feels strangely good, and my nails dig into his arms as I hold onto him.

He hits my virginity and we both tense, our eyes locking. I give him a slight nod, and he leans down, kissing me as he thrusts into me, popping my cherry and making me his. I can taste myself on his lips, and I wonder if he can taste himself on my tongue. I moan at the flavor of us mixing together and kiss him harder as he bottoms out inside of me.

Hendrix groans, and I push on his shoulders until he pulls back and looks down at me in confusion.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, and I shake my head.

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