Page 11 of Flirting with the Mountain Man

“Now let’s see what we can do about you,” she said.

She wrapped both hands around my cock and began stroking. Long, bold strokes that would take me straight to orgasm in a matter of seconds if I let it continue.

I did not let it continue.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I said. “I want to be inside you. Now.”

By the look on her face, I knew she was scared. She was sure this was going to cause her pain, and she was probably right. But I’d do anything I could to keep her safe, including not having sex with her until she was fully ready.

“Okay,” she said, releasing my cock and moving above me. She positioned my tip at her entrance and looked me in the eye. “I’m ready to fuck you now.”

7

BIANCA

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked as the tip of his cock nudged my entrance.

Was he serious? Sure, I wasn’t too excited about how painful it might be, but I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted him. I didn’t want to do this—Ihadto do it. And I had to do it as often as possible for the rest of my life.

“Positive,” I said. “Just go slowly.”

“I’m going to let you control the movements,” he said. “Don’t worry about me. Do what you need to do.”

But I was worried about him…in the sense that I wanted him to enjoy this, anyway. Maybe it would grow less painful as I got used to it.

I was surprised to find it didn’t hurt at first. It was a little weird, having something so big inside me, but it was exciting too. It was something I’d wondered about for years. Something I knew I’d do eventually, but it always seemed far, far off into the future.

And now it was happening. And the man it was happening with was better than anything I could have dreamed.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I’d been staring at the back of the truck cab, but his words returned my attention to his face. I knew he was watching me, his eyes dark with worry.

“Perfect,” I said, but I couldn’t lie to him. “It hurts, but I think it’s going to get easier.”

As if to demonstrate, I went a little farther and was rewarded with a sharp stab of pain. I couldn’t hold back a wince.

“Take your time,” he said. “Does this help?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant at first, but his fingers were soon on my clit, moving in that same pattern he’d used before. I focused on that, even though the pain was still all too real.

But with each additional centimeter I took in, there was a pattern of feeling intense pain, then that pain gradually receding until I could take it. And soon, he was pretty deep inside me and warmth was filling my body.

Was it possible I could come again? Yes, very possible. But I wouldn’t focus on it. Instead, my goal was to get him to release, then try this again later. Maybe the second time wouldn’t be so painful.

When I opened my eyes and looked at him, it became clear he was holding out for me. He wouldn’t come until I did.

I opened my mouth to tell him not to wait, but suddenly the image of our bodies moving together in the front seat of a fire truck got through to me, and the warmth increased. Oh yeah, this was hot.

His gaze lowered to my chest, and he watched as my breasts moved with each of my bounces. He was hot for me, and that turned me on more than anything.

“Can you come for me, baby?” he asked, looking up at me.

I started to shake my head, but the intensity in his stare pushed me up a notch. And then a second orgasm was more than possible. It was inevitable.

“Yes!” I said, closing my eyes and throwing my head back again. “Oh fuck, yes!”

White-hot shards of pleasure shot through me in an orgasm so intense, I didn’t think it would ever end. I rode it all the way, only remembering as I came down that he was watching me.

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