Page 18 of Her Mountain Man Recluse

Feeling emboldened, I grab at his shirt, lifting it up to reveal his thick, muscular chest. He tears it off the rest of the way, and my stomach flutters as I take him in. Every inch of him is strong and powerful, and I run my hands over his hard chest, pausing when I notice the puckered scar on his shoulder.

“Not pretty, is it?” he murmurs.

“I like it. It shows how brave you are.”

He smiles at me, his blue eyes dancing. “Well if you like it, then maybe it’s not so bad.”

He bends down to kiss me, his bare chest pressing against mine, skin on skin. I can feel his heartbeat coursing through me, and I kiss him back, wondering how I ever thought I could resist this man. With desperate hands, he reaches down and grabs mypajama bottoms, pulling them off until I’m wearing nothing but my white panties. They’re sodden, drenched with my arousal, and I gasp as Ridge slips his hand beneath the fabric, cupping my mound. His fingers find my clit, and my hips buck as he rubs it, the sensitivity driving me wild.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans as he runs a finger down my slit. “I need a taste, princess.”

It all happens so fast. Suddenly he’s pulling down my panties and pushing my legs apart, exposing my naked core. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, but I trust Ridge, swallowing down my nerves as he sinks his head between my thighs. His breath is hot against my skin, and I tremble as I feel his warm tongue poke between my folds, flicking up to my clit. He sucks the swollen nub into his mouth, and my eyes roll back, pleasure overwhelming me.

“Oh!”

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Ridge mercilessly teases my clit, his beard rough against my most intimate spot as I grab at his hair like a wild thing. I’m more animal than woman, primal moans ripping from my throat as Ridge thrusts two thick fingers inside me, filling my pussy, pumping it in a brutal rhythm as he worships my clit.

“YES! RIDGE!”

I’m shaking all over as my orgasm rockets through me, pulsing between my thighs until I can’t breathe. Ridge doesn’t let up. He slides his fingers out of me and laps up my juices with his tongue, not stopping until I’m totally spent.

When he comes up for air, his beard is glistening, his eyes feral beneath his thick brows.

“You taste so damn good, princess.”

I moan in response, buzzing with anticipation as he gets off the bed and kicks off his sweatpants until he’s in nothing but his boxers. His thick bulge is clearly visible, and I watch eagerlyas he yanks down the final layer between us, his huge cock springing free.

Oh my God.

It’s impossibly big and lined with veins, a bead of pre-cum glinting on the tip as Ridge gets back on the bed and covers my body with his. He positions himself between my thighs, and I feel his hardness poking against me.

“You ready for me, Lila?” he asks.

I swallow hard, nodding. “I should probably tell you…this is my first time.”

Ridge’s eyes soften, his hand cupping my cheek. “Mine too, princess. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“I know you will.” My heart flutters as we stare at each other. “I trust you, Ridge.”

He leans in to kiss me, and as his warm tongue slides into my mouth, I feel the tip of his cock push into me. Slowly, he inches forward, filling me up until he bottoms out with a deep growl. His size makes my eyes water and I breathe hard, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sensation.

“Look at me, princess.” I do as he says, meeting his gaze. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

I bite my lip. “A little. It’s so big.”

“I’ll be gentle with you.” He strokes my hair, eyes full of affection. “I promise.”

With a deep breath, I nod, whimpering as he starts to move. He slides in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, and gradually, the pain gives way to pleasure. It feels good to be full of Ridge’s cock, taking him deep inside me. There’s something raw and animal about the way his length stretches me open, invading my pussy with every stroke.

“You can go faster,” I moan, running my hands through his hair. “Please. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Ridge sucks in a breath, and his eyes lock onto mine as he fucks me harder. My body writhes with pleasure, and I sob as his cock slaps into me, his rhythm turning frenzied. The sound of smacking skin fills the room, the bed creaking loudly as Ridge pounds me into the mattress, claiming me, making me his. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. My nerves are on fire, pleasure rocketing through me. My instinct is to squeeze my eyes shut, but I force myself to hold Ridge’s gaze. His jaw is clenched, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Fuck, that’s it, princess,” he grunts. “Take my cock just like that.”

I do as he says, gripping him tight, meeting him thrust for thrust. His body dominates mine, bearing down on me, and I feel powerless beneath his giant frame. But giving myself to him feels so right. I surrender completely, losing myself in the burning heat, the bruising rhythm. It feels like my body was made for him. Made to be his. I belong in Ridge’s arms, and as those deep blue eyes pierce mine, I never want this moment to end.

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