Page 19 of Her Mountain Man Recluse

RIDGE

I can’t believeI’m finally claiming this sweet angel. Her curvy body trembles beneath me, her slick walls like a vise around my cock, squeezing tight. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm.

I need to make my girl come first.

I need to see that pretty face when she comes undone for me.

Her eyes are glazed with need, never leaving mine. My hands roam her body, massaging her plump tits, circling her nipples with my thumbs until she’s whimpering.

“Good girl,” I growl. “You like that, princess?”

She nods, nibbling at her bottom lip in a way that turns me feral.

“Use your words, Lila.”

“Y-yes,” she gasps. “It feels so good.”

“Show me how good it feels, princess. Come for me.”

I grip her hips and fuck her harder, driving into her until she’s screaming my name. My cock is ready to explode. I feel my muscles tightening, warmth building inside me. Lila’s moans reach fever-pitch, her lips opening in a cry of pleasure, and I feel her pussy quiver around me, pulsing hard.

“RIDGE!”

Her whole body spasms as she comes, and with a deep groan of relief, I give into my pleasure. I hold Lila closer, kissing her neck as I fill her with cum, making her mine.

“Good girl,” I mutter. “Fuck, you did so good.”

She shivers through the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I kiss her soft cheeks, stroking her hair as our breathing slows back to normal. My heart aches as she blinks up at me, smiling weakly. The feelings are so intense they take my breath away, and there’s a lump in my throat as I lean in to kiss her.

“You okay, beautiful?”

She nods, grinning at me. “Better than okay.”

We hold each other for a while, our hearts beating as one, until I finally lift Lila into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. We get cleaned up and head back to bed, burrowing beneath the covers together, skin on skin. Lila rests her head on my chest, and my shoulder twinges, growing stiff and painful. But I don’t care. I don’t move a muscle. I want this moment to last forever.

“Shoot, am I on your bad arm?” Lila asks suddenly, shifting away from me.

“Hey.” I pull her back toward me. “You’re not going anywhere. Stay right here, princess.”

She lets out a contented sigh, and when I say her name a few minutes later, there’s no response. She’s sound asleep. Soon enough, my eyelids start to droop, but I need to stay awake. Tonight has been like a dream, and when I wake up tomorrow morning, it will all be over. I want to delay the inevitable as long as possible, but I can feel my limbs growing heavy, sleep pulling me under.

“Goodnight, Lila,” I murmur, pressing a kiss on her soft lips.

She doesn’t stir, and after fighting to keep my eyes open for several more minutes, I finally drift off.

I wakeup the next morning with a knot of dread in my stomach. Still half asleep, it takes me a minute to remember why I feel so damn miserable. Then it hits me all at once.

Lila is leaving.

She has rolled over in her sleep, her back to me, Middy curled up in a ball at her feet. My chest feels cold and empty without her resting on me, and I run a hand through my hair, my stomach sinking as I check the time. It’s nine already, and we have to be out of here by ten. We only have an hour left.

I’m debating whether to wake Lila when I hear a knock from the living room. There’s someone here, and I hurriedly pull on yesterday’s clothes before heading to the front door. I open it to see a big guy in a blue flannel shirt standing on the doorstep.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m guessing you’re Ridge?”

“Yeah. Who are you?”

“I’m Weston.” He reaches out a hand, shaking mine firmly. “I own this place. Been trying to get in touch with you, but the storm snowed me in and the power went out. Only just managed to leave my damn cabin.”

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