Page 23 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

“Especially when I do this, right?” I ask, circling her clit and stroking her g-spot with both fingers.

“Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I start to finger fuck her a little faster. Her pussy is so wet that the sound of my fingers thrusting in and out fills the room with deliciously juicy sounds. I kiss her hard and deep, working her tight pussy.

“Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”

“I…I don’t…” But she can’t fight whatever she’s feeling any longer, and she comes around my fingers with a long, loud moan. She clamps down on me, her inner walls pulsing and fluttering, and liquid drenches my fingers. I pull out to rub her pussy, sending droplets flying as she comes and comes, squirting everywhere. My hand is soaked, as are her thighs and the front of my jeans.

“More!” she practically screams. “Don’t stop. I need more.”

With a grin, I slide my fingers back inside her and finger fuck her mercilessly, and it only takes a few pumps before she’s squirting again, even more this time. I stare in awe as a gush of liquid shoots out of her pussy, soaking my hand, her thighs, the blanket beneath us. She screams, her entire body convulsing. Idon’t stop pumping her, and I can feel her juicy cunt rippling around my fingers.

“Fuck, Logan!” she cries out, and she erupts again. Her pussy is a fucking geyser, and I’m thisclose to coming in my pants because of it. I slip my fingers free and shove them into my mouth, eager to taste her. I moan and close my eyes, because it’s fucking heaven. Sweet and tangy. I could drown in this.

She collapses back onto the blanket, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her eyes meet mine, wide and uncertain. “I…I’m sorry,” she whispers. She’d probably be blushing if she wasn’t already flushed as hell from her hair to her tits. “I didn’t mean to…to make a mess.”

I growl, gently grabbing her chin in my hand. “Don’t you dare apologize, Kaylee,” I say, my voice rough. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You coming all over my hand, squirting everywhere. Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to make you do that all over my cock.”

“Really?”

“Really.” I lift myself so I’m on my hands and knees above her. “Let me help you clean up.” I kiss her breasts as I move down her body, then start licking up every droplet I can find on her stomach, her thighs, her mound. I part her legs and run my tongue up the seams of her thighs, her puffy outer lips, her dripping hole. I lap it all up. When I look up at her from between her thighs, her eyes are glazed, her chest rising and falling in rapid pants. “Tastes so fucking good, Kaylee. Daddy’s new favorite drink.”

She giggles at that, and I worship at the altar of her little virgin hole, lapping up the juices still leaking out of her.

I come back up to kiss her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips, and she moans beneath me, her body arching into mine. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, her collarbone,her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth and bite down gently, making her gasp.

“Oh, god, Logan. I’m depraved.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask between kisses and sucks on her nipples.

“Because you just made me come my brains out, and I want more. I need more.” Her hands are fisted in my hair, and I can feel her desperation in the taut muscles of her body beneath me.

I chuckle, looking up at her, her nipple still pressed against my lips. “Don’t worry, baby,” I say, my voice a low growl. “Daddy’s gonna give you more. Daddy’s gonna give you everything you need.”

Nine

Kaylee

I’m floating. I feel suspended in midair as Logan carries us up the stairs, my naked body twined around his much larger, clothed one.

I’m still mildly embarrassed at how I squirted everywhere—that’s definitely never happened when I’ve touched myself—but less now given how turned on Logan was by it.

My heart is pounding, and fresh nerves are jangling inside me, but I know that Logan will take care of me. That I’m only nervous because this is new, and I haven’t done this before.

We step into the main bedroom and he sets me gently on the bed, like I’m a precious thing. And then I rise up onto my elbows and watch as Logan shucks his sweater, bringing his glorious chest into view, and then his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free, and he strokes it as he strides toward the bed.

“That’s…big,” I say, my stomach fluttering with both nerves and excitement. Nerves because I’m not sure how all of that is going to fit inside me, but excitement because…gimme. Pure feminine instinct tells me that I’ve hit the cock jackpot.

“It is,” he says simply, stroking himself again. “And your tight little virgin cunt is going to fucking strangle me.”

I bite my lip, nerves taking precedence over the excitement.

“Don’t worry,” he says, easing himself down on top of me. We both moan at the skin-to-skin contact. “We’ll make it fit, baby.” He kisses me, and I can’t get enough of the way his weight presses me down into the mattress, the solid wall of his chest, the tickle of his wiry leg hairs against mine, the rasp of his stubble against me. I feel surrounded and safe and loved.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Logan kisses me, deep and slow, and his cock is a hot and heavy brand on my thigh. Another wave of nervousness crashes into me, and as if he can read my mind, Logan gentles his kiss and then drops his head to my neck.

“Don’t be nervous, baby. I’ve got you. Daddy will take care of everything. All you have to do is lie back and let me make you feel good.”

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