Page 26 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

“I’m yours, Kaylee. As much as you’re mine, I’m yours. And nothing in the world will ever change that now.” He starts to move again, stroking his cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy. The sound of our fucking is deliciously dirty, and I moanand arch up into him, greedy for more. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So sweet and special.”

He kisses me again and then starts to move a bit faster, stealing my ability to say anything as intense pleasure coils inside me. I love the way he groans and pants and shudders as he moves, and I can tell he’s just as lost in this as I am.

“My sweet, beautiful Kaylee. Making Daddy’s cock feel so good with your tight little pussy. Does it feel good having my cock inside you?”

I cling to him harder and nod frantically. “It’s so good. I feel so full and…and right. I don’t want you to stop fucking me. Just keep fucking me, Logan. It’s so good.”

“Can you feel me throbbing inside you? I’m so hard, baby. So close.” He slows his thrusts and then curls his arm under me, rolling us onto our sides. He holds me close with one hand on my ass as he kisses me deeply, thrusting slowly. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, looking down at where his glistening cock disappears inside me, over and over again.

I grind against him, and he changes the angle of his hips slightly so that the base of his cock rubs against my clit with every thrust. I tighten around him as the feeling I recognize from earlier—the pleasurable pressure I felt earlier right before I squirted everywhere—starts to build again.

“Oh, god, Logan. I think I might come again.”

He looks at me with both lust and pride. “You gonna be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s cock?”

I nod, grinding some more as he starts to move faster.

“Not gonna come until you do, baby. I love watching you come. Making you come. Taking care of your body. Your pussy. Mine, now.”

I moan and whimper as he thrusts into me, filling me over and over again in a way that has my toes cramping and my vision going blurry around the edges.

“I love how you feel inside me, Logan.”

“I can’t believe how well you’re taking me, baby. You’re so stuffed full of cock and you’re dripping all over my balls. You fuck like a dream. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

“Your good girl,” I moan.

“Be a good girl and soak Daddy’s cock, baby. Fucking soak it.”

I let go and come, hard, squirting all over him as red hot pleasure pulses through me. I think I’m screaming his name, but I’m too fuzzy to know for sure. I shake as I come, clenching hard around Logan’s cock.

“That’s my girl, that’s it. Come all over me. So fucking beautiful when you come.”

He kisses me, still thrusting, and then rolls me back onto my back, holding himself above me as he starts to move faster, his hips snapping as he fucks me into oblivion. My pussy gushes with every thrust, impossibly wet and I don’t want him to stop. It feels too good.

I’ve never seen anything sexier than Logan Armstrong above me, shirtless and sweaty, groaning and on the verge of orgasm. His muscles bunch and flex beneath his skin, his arms straining, and his face is contorted in pleasure that I’m giving him.

“I’m gonna lose control. You feel too fucking good. I’m trying so hard to hold back,” he groans, and I stroke my hands over his face.

“Lose control, Logan. I can take it. I want it. I gave you everything. Give me everything in return.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and pulls out of me. Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped me onto my stomach and hauled my ass into the air with a rough grip. “Kaylee. Mine.” He slides back into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other between my shoulder blades as he holds me down and fucks me.

“The way your little ass bounces against me is obscene, Kaylee. Thank fuck no one else has ever seen this, because I’d have to kill them.”

“No one but you, Logan.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

“No one but me,” he growls, angling my hips and thrusting deeper.

“Yes!” I scream. This new angle has me lighting up like a Christmas tree, and I slide a hand between my legs and rub my clit. My pussy feels so impossibly swollen, so ridiculously wet.

Logan groans as he fucks me hard from behind, slamming the headboard against the wall, his hips slapping against my ass. I come again, a smaller, quieter echo of my earlier orgasms, and I feel fluid trickling down my inner thighs. He slides his hand up and down my spine in a soothing caress that contrasts with how hard he’s taking me.

“Gonna come inside you, baby,” he rasps. “Be a good girl and take Daddy’s cum. Take every drop inside your sweet little cunt.” He grips my hip hard enough to bruise, his other hand on my shoulder as he shoves me onto his dick, over and over. “Fuck, Kaylee!” He roars my name as his cock jerks inside me, filling me with warm jets of his cum. He grinds into me, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his breathing ragged. He holds still for several long seconds and then drops a kiss onto my shoulder. His forehead rests on my back.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to…” He kisses between my shoulder blades. “I’m sorry, baby. That was too rough for your first time.”

I giggle softly and wriggle against him. “Don’t be sorry,” I say over my shoulder. “It was perfect.” I can see the relief flicker across his features as he slowly, carefully eases out of me. I wince slightly, both at the soreness, which isn’t too bad, and thesudden emptiness, which is worse. Logan’s cum trickles out of me, leaking down my thighs.

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