Page 14 of Scolded By the Mountain Man

“I’m big, baby,” he warns me. “It might hurt a bit at the start.”

“Don’t worry,” I reply. “I can handle it.”

Tyson grins and comes even closer, so his lips are a hair’s breadth from mine. I moan in desperation. I can’t even believe how much I want it. How much I want him.

And then I feel it.

He enters me.

It’s a whirlwind of emotions as so many sensations ripple through my body. The first is the stretch as he spreads me open with the head of his cock. There is a slight twang of pain along with it, but I brush it aside almost as soon as I feel it. It’s overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that takes over.

“You okay?” he asks with such consideration.

“Yes.” I nod vigorously. “More. Give me more.”

He does, without hesitation.

He thrusts deeper, forcing a searing pleasure upon me that I can barely handle.

I feel something deep inside me like a dam breaking, and my entire body jolts without my control. I reach out and grab on to him with my arms and my legs. I grit my teeth as an electrifying pulse of lust and excitement rages through me, taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.

“That was your cherry, sweetie,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re mine now.”

Oh my God. That’s so unbelievably hot.

I moan through clenched teeth and begin to writhe back against him as he thrusts within me. My sex draws down tightlyagainst his swollen manhood. Moisture spills down my thighs and onto the bed beneath me.

This is it.

It’s happening.

I waited. I held out for the right man, and I finally found him. Alone on a mountain in a cabin he built for himself in the woods. Is it possible this is all a dream?

I have no control as he holds me with his strong, monstrous hands and pounds me. And wow, do I love that.

I can feel his lust and desire with every single thrust, and somehow that makes me feel even more alive. Even more like a woman. Just the same way making a meal for him did.

I’m so more aware of my body with every single stroke he plunges into me. I feel as though I’m bathing in his raw, intense, male hunger, as though it surrounds me like the ocean. Like it’s seeping out of him with every single breath he takes that expands his enormous chest pressing his thick, sinewed muscles into me.

This man is the apex of masculinity. And how lucky am I to have found him?

I feel my climax rising up within me. Already? My body begins to quiver, and I lift my lips up and press them against his throat and kiss him as he plunges deeper and deeper inside me.

“Oh God, I’m close, Tyson!”

“I can’t pull out,” he says firmly, his tone that of a confession as though he were speaking of a priest. “I must come in you, Penny.”

I’m fully aware of the consequences of why he’s telling me this. And I know what I’m supposed to do. Or what I’m supposed to say.

But I don’t. In fact, I say the opposite.

“Then do it,” I reply back, just as firmly, whispering into his ear as I drape my arms around his neck.

Our eyes meet, and he looks at me like something new has just sparked within him. At the same time, I feel his manhood swell to a new thickness beyond where it already was, which did not seem even possible. That sensation alone is enough to bring me soaring across the finish line.

I burst like a powder keg. My orgasm hits me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I cry out as I snatch him tighter and hang on for dear life.

“Tyson!”

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