Page 22 of Forever with the Mountain Man

“Fuck,” he growls.

My mouth barely covers him again before an orgasm rips through his rod powerfully, flooding my mouth with warm, metallic-flavored cum. I take him without reservation, swallowing everything he has to give, my cheeks hollowing enthusiastically. I continue until his body trembles, and he puts a shaking hand on my head to stop me.

“Fuck,” he exclaims as I let his cock slide from my mouth, sitting back on my heels to look him in the eyes. His face floods with emotion as he strokes my cheek. “You’re never leaving me. Do you understand? You’re mine from now on, Felicity.”

What have I done?

Doubt clouds my eyes as I continue to hold the gaze of this rugged mountain man. What I wouldn’t give to believe his words. But the article looms in the back of my mind, along with my poverty and school debt—things he has yet to learn about me.

Chapter Seven

FELICITY

Reaching out his hand, the big brute of a man pulls me to my feet, pressing my naked body tightly against his. Leaning into me, he’s about to kiss me when I stop him, offering, “I can go rinse out my mouth if you prefer?”

He chuckles, closing the distance until his lips hover an inch over mine. “I’m a fucking savage, Felicity. I thought you would have figured that out when you caught me mud-wrestling my brothers. But for clarification’s sake, I want to taste my cum on your mouth, pussy, tits, ass, and every damn place I put it. Because it means you’re mine. One hundred percent mine.”

Fierce’s hot lips claim me hard this time, his tongue invading my mouth and possessing me with ferocity. His beard tickles my cheeks, and I cling to him, enjoying the warmth and security of his robust torso and legs. His hands roam over my naked body like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me, and my breath catches in my throat as my pussy pulses greedily, begging for more.

Suddenly, the giant straightens, looking towards the front cabin door for a moment. He sweeps me into his arms with one brutish move, carrying me down the hallway to his bedroom. Pushing the door open, he reveals a large room with sparefurnishings apart from a rough-hewn wooden bed frame with a California king covered in a fluffy white goose-down comforter and red and green accent blankets and pillows.

Fierce grins, throwing me gently on the bed, and staring at me thirstily until my cheeks glow.

The bed is much higher off the ground than mine at home, and I wonder if he built it specifically for his taller frame. He kneels in front of me again, and I gasp. “I need more honey from you before I let you have my big, thick cock,” he declares. “Your pussy and I have a lot of catching up to do, considering how on fire our FaceTime sessions have been.”

Fierce’s tongue and fingers fervently pleasure me until I’m out of my mind and panting hard. He expertly strokes me, dissolving my willpower as the urgency of my need for him grows, and the room fills with the scent of sex and wet, indecent sounds from his fast, skillful digits and mouth. When I scream his name this time, coming undone on his bed, he stands in one fluid movement.

“Hand me a pillow,” he orders, his eyes nearly black with need, and I comply, my body trembling. Grabbing it, he raises my hips with his other hand, sliding the pillow beneath my ass. “You’re going to like this angle better,” he promises seductively. Fierce may be from a traditional Basque family, but he knows his way around women.

Grabbing my feet, he places them on his chest so that my legs are spread and bent at ninety-degree angles. Seizing me around the waist, he slides me to the edge of the mattress with the pillow still under my ass, lining up the head of his cock with my slippery slit. His dick is massive and angry-looking at attention, and pre-cum oozes from the tip. He mixes it with the honey dripping from my folds, closing his eyes and wrapping his hand around the base for a moment to bring himself under control.

He’s a study in virility, stray light from the edges of the drawn curtains casting their glow on his tanned skin and gorgeous ink. I make a mental note to look more closely at his backpiece later. I remember him getting it on New Year’s Day, telling me he couldn’t wait for me to see it. Why I ever hesitated about meeting this man in person, I don’t know. Why I ever allowed myself to, I may regret for the rest of my life. Because nothing will ever be the same after this.

Fierce slides into me slowly and sensually, melting in front of me as he sinks into my honey-bathed channel. “You feel so silky and slick. And the fit is perfect like your pussy was made to take my cock.”

“Speak for yourself,” I wince as he fills me completely, stuck between ecstasy and discomfort. “You’re huge.”

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, his face flooding with concern.

“A little bit.” I grimace.

He pulls out slightly, sliding, slowing back and forth as he spits on his thumb, rubbing it in circles over my clit. “Do I need to stop?”

“Absolutely not,” I moan, unable to describe the heady mixture of pleasure and pain he brings.

“Then, we’re even,” he grumbles, sliding out to the tip before plunging slowly into me again, watching my face for signs of hurt. “You’ve had me at my edge for weeks now,” he confesses, breathing hard. “Not counting how often I’ve jacked off thinking about this moment.”

“Is it everything you thought it would be?” I ask, feeling myself freefalling with every intimate act, every whispered confession, every overheated look.

“More, so much more.” He changes the angle of his hips as my pussy adjusts to his girth, penetrating more deeply and stroking me into blissful submission. Fierce puts his hand over my lower abdomen, pressing down as the head of his cockstimulates my G-spot with every thrust. My hips buck and writhe beneath him, and unadulterated passion transforms me into something more animal than human.

I scream, feeling my core tighten around his cock. It’s uncustomary for me to come even once during sex, let alone three times. But as I feel my body slipping over the edge again, I realize this man is my kryptonite. I will never be the same or have the same standards for pleasure after this primal experience.

“I’m about to come,” he pants, wrapping his big, rough hands tightly around my hips and driving home, pounding me into the bed until I see stars, screaming his name as my pussy spasms and milks him with my orgasm. He follows behind, extending into me and filling me with powerful waves of cum. His body trembles over me, his muscles tighter than I’ve ever seen them. He’s a rural Adonis, buried to the hilt inside me. I can’t believe what we’ve done or how much I’ve savored every second.

Silence seizes the room as our breathing slows, and we look at each other. So much love and tenderness swirls in his eyes—better and more sure than any verbal declaration.

Running his hand over his beard, he observes, his eyes welling with still more emotion, “You look like you love me, Felicity.”

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