Page 8 of Devotion By the Mountain Man

He continues working my neck and I throw my head back as he turns from the kitchen and leads us into my small bedroom. The French doors are open and my bed looks primed and ready for us.Ready for me to experience everything with him.

Wade sets me down in the center of the bed.

“Arms up, honey,” he says, pointing to my sweatshirt. I should be insecure about him seeing me fully naked for the first time, but he makes me feel nothing but confident.

I do as he says and he peels off my sweatshirt followed by my bike shorts, leaving me in only the black thong and tight black tank top I was wearing beneath.

He leans over me and pulls down a strap from my tank top, followed by the other, before shoving the fabric down and leaving my breasts exposed to him. I’m not big-chested, but I can tell from the way his eyes darken that he doesn’t care.

“Beautiful,” he says, nibbling on my lower lip before lowering his mouth to my chest. He takes a perky bud between his teeth and nips me before sucking my entire breast into his mouth. My eyes nearly roll back at the sensation and I feel myself growing wetter by the second. He uses his hand on my other side, twisting and teasing before swapping sides.

“Oh my God,” I moan, feeling myself grinding on his thigh where it rests between my legs.I need him. I need him. I need him.

“Oh my God is right,” he says, pulling away and peeling off his own shirt before leaning over and kissing his way down my body. He gets to my hips, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on each one before he tells me to raise my hips. He peels off my underwear in one easy sweep and before I know it, he’s diving into my pussy.

He presses a sloppy kiss over my center before parting my folds with a hand.

“So wet. Is this all for me, honey?” he asks, sliding a finger into my entrance. The stroke is too much and not enough, I need him everywhere.

“All for you. It’s only ever been like this for you, Wade,” I say. It must be the right answer because he looks at me with a wicked grin before his tongue hits my clit, tapping and circling the sensitive bud in a way that makes me scream. I lace my fingers through his magnificent hair and he takes that as a sign to put a second finger inside of me.

“That’s it, honey, you’re doing so well. In fact, I think you’re almost ready for all of me. Just need one… more… minute.” He punctuates each word with a twist of his fingers and I feel my walls fluttering around him. When he lowers his mouth back to my clit and sucks me in, I’m a goner. I feel myself explode around him, pleasure like I’ve never felt before blinding me. He continues to fuck me with his fingers while I come down from the high.

“That was… wow. Wow,” I say, at a complete loss for words. He gives me a smirk before rising and pressing his mouth to mine. I moan at the taste of me mingled with the taste of him.

“You like how you taste?” he asks.

“Mhmmm.” I can barely form words right now, too lost in my ecstasy.

“Taste more,” he says, lifting his fingers to my mouth. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I take his fingers in my mouth and swirl my tongue around them, licking every last drop of myself off of him. He lets out a deep groan and closes his eyes as he throws his head back.

Seeing him losing control like this makes me more desperate for him. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth with a “pop,” before laying back on the bed and pulling me on top of him. Our mouths seal together and I feel how hard he is through his clothes. Howbighe is.

He flips us before rising and peeling off his pants and underwear. His cock springs free and my jaw drops. He’s thick, veiny, and dripping with precum.How is THAT supposed to fit inside of me?

“Like what you see, honey?” he asks, taking his length in a fist and slowly working his hand up and down as he looks at me splayed on the bed. I swallow, “Yes. I-I don’t know if I can take all of that,” I whisper.

“You can. You will,” he says firmly, placing one knee on the bed before pulling me towards him. He runs a finger through my center. “Already so wet for me again. You’ll be just fine, Rosie.”

I nod and he grins. Without another word, he lifts himself onto the bed and guides himself towards my core. The first tease of his tip sends my eyes rolling back and the delicious pressure as he sinks into me is almost too much to bear. It stings in the sweetest way and as he starts to stroke in and out of me, letting me adjust to his massive length, I think that I would be happy doing this forever. With him, only ever with him.

The way he’s stood up for me these last few days, has been patient with me, showed me nothing but gentleness and affection, it makes me feel like I could love him.Maybe I already do. I let the thought drift away as he begins to pick up his pace, driving into me with a force that makes my bed shake.

“That’s it honey, you’re taking me so well. Your pretty pussy was made for me,” he groans before lowering his mouth to mine and the combination of the kiss and his perfect rhythm sends me tumbling off the cliffs of pleasure. I scream out his name and collapse as he fucks me through my orgasm, increasing his pace as he chases his own release.

He explodes inside of me and I shatter once again.

There’s nothing like this.

***

After he’s cleaned me up with a warm cloth, we’re curled under the covers of my bed, my head resting on his chest as he rakes a hand through the mess of my curls.

“You have the most beautiful hair,” he mumbles. “The most beautiful face. You’re the most beautiful woman.”

I feel my cheeks heat at his compliment and instead of brushing it off, I let myself feel it. Feel how his words make me feel and decide I’m glad I held out for a man who appreciates me in this way.

“I feel the same about you,” I whisper. I know it’s not the same, but I need him to know how attractive I find him, how much better he has made me feel in these last few days.

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