Page 12 of Liberated Mountain Man

“What thing?”

“Put my mouth around your cock.”

He doesn’t hesitate. With a fierce growl, he surges forward, his lips crashing onto mine. His hands plunge into my hair, controlling the kiss with a raw, commanding force. I moan into his mouth, the heat of his desire overwhelming.

When he finally breaks away, his breath ragged, he gazes down at me, his eyes smouldering. “No, you’re too sweet. But if you’re that eager…” He unzips his pants and pulls it down.

Without a word, he reaches for the bottle of cold apple juice. With a swift motion, he pours it over his throbbing cock, the liquid mixing with the heat of his skin. The sight of him, slick and glistening, makes my mouth water with anticipation.

He grips my hair and guides me down, his voice low and commanding. “Lick it off, sweetheart. Make sure you get every drop.”

My heart pounds as I lower myself, my gaze fixed on the wet, throbbing flesh before me. I start by teasing the tip, my tongue darting out to taste the tangy sweetness mixed with his own flavor. I can’t get enough, each lick driving me deeper into the primal need to please him.

Jax’s groans of pleasure grow louder as I continue, my lips wrapping around him and my tongue working diligently to clean every inch. His hands grip my hair, holding me in place, his eyes blazing with a fierce, almost possessive intensity.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, his voice rough and raw. “Suck it good. Show me how much you want, Daddy.”

I take him deeper, my throat tightening around him, every moan from him pushing me further into the moment. I’m lost in the intensity, my body trembling with the effort, the taste of him and the apple juice melding together into a heady mix of desire.

His moans and the wet sounds of my mouth are abruptly cut off by the shrill ring of a phone. Jax’s grip tightens in my hair, his gaze locked on mine, a mix of frustration and desire burning in his eyes.

Ignoring the phone, he growls, “You’re such a naughty girl. Suck Daddy harder, baby.”

The phone rings again, its relentless persistence breaking the moment. “Fuuuuuck,” Jax curses, pulling away from me reluctantly. “I need to get that, honey. It’s not stopping.”

I release him with a sigh, watching as he yanks the phone from his pocket and answers. “Hello? Hello?” he says into the receiver, but there’s nothing but silence on the other end.

Jax’s frustration grows. “We have to get back to the cabin, Cassie. I need to call this person back. Who could this be that’s more important than this?”

A pang of hurt flashes through me. “You go back. I’ll stay here and paint,” I offer, trying to mask my disappointment.

“No, you’re coming with me now.” His tone brooks no argument.

I gulp, feeling a mix of fear and longing as he gathers the art supplies and picnic items. He grabs my hand firmly, pulling me along as we make our way back to the cabin. Once inside, he sets everything down with a decisive thud. “We’ll finish what we started when I get back, baby.”

Jax’s footsteps fade as he rushes out, leaving me alone in the cabin. I’m restless, my mind still tangled in the passion we shared and the abrupt interruption. Despite his insistence, I find myself drawn outside, I want to know what is going on.

Quietly, I slip out of the cabin and make my way toward the shed. I can hear muffled voices from inside, and I crouch behind the wall, my heart pounding as I listen.

Jax’s voice is sharp, filled with tension. “Listen, I can’t let her go until it’s safe. She needs to be kept under my control. I’ve seen what can happen when things go wrong. You know how dangerous it is. She’s never leaving here ever.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath catches, and I struggle to stay quiet. My father used to speak in similar terms, always keeping me under his watchful eye, controlling every aspect of my life.

Panic grips me. My mind races with the thought that Jax sees me as just another issue to manage, just like my father did. The words "under control" and "not letting her go" echo in my head, triggering memories of being watched and controlled. My head spins, triggering memories of being watched and controlled. A fierce resolve ignites within me—I won’t be controlled ever again. I rush back to the cabin, grab the bag withthe art supplies and picnic, and head toward the path Jax took me on. My heart pounds with determination. I can make it back to the meadow on my own.

Without a second thought, I turn and stride into the woods, my footsteps quick and purposeful. I need to escape, to be alone, and to find solace in the freedom of the forest. The shadows of the trees seem to close in around me, but I push forward, driven by the need to prove to myself that I’m not a prisoner.

I finally reach the clearing where the meadow spreads out before me, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. My breath catches in my throat, and a bittersweet smile touches my lips. I made it here by myself. It’s a small victory, a sign that I can take control of my own destiny.

The bag feels heavy in my hand, a tangible reminder of the warmth and safety Jax has given me. But now, as I stand alone in this tranquil spot, a sense of foreboding seeps into my bones. The memory of Jax's urgent phone call and the unsettling conversation echoes in my mind.

Suddenly, I hear voices from deeper in the woods. My heart races, the peace of the meadow turning into a scene of looming danger. I drop the bag, my senses on high alert. I crouch behind a cluster of bushes, straining to hear what’s being said.

The voices grow clearer, filled with urgency and malice. “We need to move quickly. Get Cassie but we get rid of Jax first.”

My breath catches as I recognize the cold, authoritative tone. Panic grips me. I realize my father and his men are here, and they’re planning to eliminate Jax. My world tilts as I understand the gravity of the situation—my father’s control is far from over, and it’s threatening the man I love.

I scramble to my feet, my mind racing. I can’t let this happen. Jax is risking everything for me, and I have to do something. My love for him is a powerful force, driving me to act even as fear paralyzes me.

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