Page 23 of Running to the Mountain Man

She finally nods. “I’ll tell you to stop if I need you to.”

Her pussy is warm to the touch. I let my thumb root in between her folds, her sweetness leaking all over. I salivate at the thought of her sweet cream making a mess of my beard.

“Good girl.”

She makes a guttural sound through clenched teeth. “Barrett, I told you I want to feel you…I want you to do things to me.”

“Baby, we’re gonna go slow. Trust me.”

She nods, but she looks frustrated at the same time. Absolutely, petulantly adorable.

I sink my thumb into her tight hole. Her eyes open wide as I explore, massage, and stretch.

My hand comes around to her front and rucks up her shirt, revealing one perfect breast. I lean forward and take her tight nipple in my mouth as her muscles clamp around my thumb. Her reactions to my mouth and my fingers are beyond perfection.

I take more of her soft tit into my mouth, sucking as I remove my thumb and use two fingers inside her, stretching her panties until I hear seams rip.

I move my fingers in and out, in and out, until she starts to buck. I release her nipple to do the same to the opposite breast. Goldie blushes everywhere. Her face, her neck, her chest, her breasts.

“Barrett,” she squeaks. “It’s good.”

I growl on her breast. Her untouched skin is so soft I know I’m going to leave a beard burn. By the time I’m done with her, she’s gonna have the evidence all over her pretty little body.

The seams of her panties come apart with the force of my hand twisting to find a more comfortable angle, so I can add a third finger.

She lifts up slightly, her eyes wide, her mouth slack.

Her body jerks as the meat of my palm meets her clit.

Her sweetness leaks everywhere, and I encourage it. I want more of her. I want her to make a mess of me everywhere in every way.

I cup the opposite breast while I scrape my teeth over her hard nipple, pulling and sucking and worshiping her flawlessness. Why no one grabbed her up sooner is beyond me, but I’m eternally grateful to those weirdos.

I follow her movements as I continue to stretch her, massaging her clit while destroying her pussy with my three fingers.

“Why…why does that feel so good?”

I ask if she’s never touched herself there.

She shakes her head no. “What…I don’t understand this feeling…”

“That’s your clit, baby. That’s what makes you come.”

“I feel…crazy…like I want to scream!”

“Then scream, Goldie.” As I say this, I add more pressure.

“Ohmygodyes!”

My sweet little criminal, my little runaway bride, comes all over my hand. Pulsing and gasping. Rocking and shaking.

“That’s it.”

Her tiny muscles flex around me. She’s so damn beautiful when she comes.

Tears leak from her eyes when she descends from the mountaintop. Slowly.

Carefully, I pull my fingers out and adjust her on my lap, making her more comfortable.

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