Page 5 of Scolded By the Mountain Man

“Good?” I ask.

She nods eagerly. “This might be the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had!”

“Don’t butter me up, all right?” I tease, stirring her soup.

“I’m not!” she promises. “This isreallygood!”

I can hear her behind me sipping more of her drink as I pour her soup into a bowl and find her a spoon. When I turn to bring her meal over to her at the table, I get an eyeful of her perfect tits, and feel my manhood swell between my thighs yet again.

What a woman. It’s taking all my strength to not just grab her, spread her legs open, and drag my tongue up that little bare pussy she’s got hiding down there.

How did I luck out with her just wandering onto my mountain? Maybe the stars will smile down on me and this storm will last for the next month and she’ll never be able to leave. I know she’s barely just arrived, but I don’t think I could ever bear to see her go.

I take a seat there across from her for a while, sipping my own hot chocolate, just watching her and how beautiful she is. It’s like being blessed by an angel just being in her presence. I haven’t felt this turned out for a woman in longer than I can remember. If only this gorgeous little city girl understood what she was doing to me right now.

“So you really own this cabin?” she asks, delicately slurping her lentil soup.

“Yep.” I nod.

She looks down, hesitantly, her eyes on the table. She takes a deep breath, then looks back up at me. “I hate to ask this, Tyson, but seeing as how this storm rolled in and it’s still pouring–”

“You can stay here tonight, city girl,” I tell her. I watch as the tension drains out of her.

“Wow, thank you, Tyson. That’s great–”

“But you’re gonna have to do something for me.”

She looks up at me with such innocence, and I feel my desire swelling up within me My eyes focus on those two perfect globes hanging from her chest, and my heart pounds harder and harder inside my chest.

“Oh? What’s that?” she asks.

I slide my chair right up in front of her and stare directly into her eyes. They’re beautiful. Dark brown and innocent. It’s like she’s untouched. Like no one has ever had her before.

“You’re going to have to put out for me, Penny.”

Her eyes expand, and a tiny gasp emits from her between her lips. “Put out? You mean like…put out–put out?”

I glance down at her perfect tits, then back up at her gorgeous face.

“You know exactly what I mean, city girl. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. Don’t act like you don’t know how gorgeous you are.”

“I–I don’t–”

“Do you own a mirror?” I ask. My question seems to stump her for a moment, so I repeat myself. “I said, do you own a mirror?”

“Yes, of course I own a mirror,” she replies.

“Then you must know how gorgeous you are. And how badly I want you.” I smile. “It seems like a fair trade to me. You have something I want. I have something you want.”

Penny frowns. Somehow this makes her even cuter. She has a little drop of hot chocolate on her lip which she randomly notices and licks off, causing me to harden even more.

“I’m not one ofthosekinds of girls, Tyson,” she responds defiantly.

I shrug, stand, and walk over to her clothes, which are still soaked through and hanging by the fireplace. “Well, you’re more than welcome to slide back into these and try to find your way back down the mountain. Although I don’t suggest it.”

Penny stares back at me for a moment before rising to her feet. She turns and walks away from me and over to the hearth where she stands and looks into the fire. The flickering orange light shimmers over her body like a glow coming straight from heaven.

From this angle, I get a great view of her ass and just how perfect it is. There’s not an inch on this woman that isn’t phenomenal. It’s like she was handcrafted by God himself.

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