Page 14 of The Mountain Man's Girl

My hand slides up her soft skin, moving the shirt out of my way so I can see what’s hiding between her legs. Her little cotton underwear is soaked through, outlining just how hungry her pussy is for sex. I move in and inhale deep, committing her scent to memory. God, she smells good. I lick across the cotton, and groan as her sweet taste hits my tongue. She tastes like honey twinged with fresh innocence. Young and ripe.

“So good,” I grunt, going in for another long slow swipe up her center, flicking right over her swollen nub, which is molded to her panties. She bucks against me. Such a sensitive little thing.

I reach for her waistband and slide them right down her thighs. The moment I’m face to face with her pretty cunt, the restraint is snapped. I dive in, kissing my way through her folds, licking up all her sweet stickiness. I never knew how much I would crave a woman, but I’ve never been so starved.

She squirms against my mouth, eagerly trying to get more, so I drive my tongue straight into her heat, pumping into her tight little body.

“Traeger.” Her hand grips onto my hair, tugging me closer. She rocks her little hips to meet my tongue. Her clit rubbing against my mouth, grinding down harder as she starts to build to her release. This girl is something straight out of my fantasies. She’s so hungry for it that it doesn’t take much to get her off.

I slide out of her center and lick my way up to her clit. It’s time to give this little body what it needs. As soon as my lips suction around her swollen button, she screams. Her entire body bows off the bed. Her pussy squirting all over my sheets. I suck harder, and she goes right over the edge, giving me the most incredible gift.

Her body spasms against my mouth and I hold on, riding out her storm, making sure she doesn’t miss a beat of her pleasure. The spot she’s left on the bed isn’t the only wet stain made. My cock is making its own mess, spewing another load as I rub against the sheets. I feel like I’m a damn teenager getting his first nut. I’m losing control of myself with this girl and it’s a damn good feeling. One I could grow addicted to.

Everything about her is enticing. Her sweet voice. Her pretty face. Her smile. It’s all like one heady drug, and I’m quickly becoming consumed by it.

“God, you’re incredible,” she gasps, trying to catch her breath. I thinkshe’sthe incredible one. “A girl could get used to this treatment.”

I tuck her in closer, wrapping her in my huge frame. A guy could get used to it too. But…our time together has an expiration date, and it’s coming up quick. Her spring break is only a week, then it’s back to reality.

“Yeah, well don’t go getting too attached, doll. As soon as the rain clears, I’m gonna have to take you home. You’ve got classes to finish up, and a graduation to attend.”

As soon as I mention it, her entire body deflates in my arms, but it’s a foolish notion to think we can be together. She told me she wants to become a businesswoman. And there ain’t no business all the way up here on this mountaintop. Not unless she works remotely from behind a computer screen. I shouldn’t even be giving it thought. That girl doesn’t need to be strapped down to an old geezer like me. She deserves to go live her life and have fun.

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Tarryn

When I see the blue sky, my stomach sinks. It means Traeger’s going to take me home. The last six days have been the best of my life. And call me crazy if you want, but I’ve fallen in love with the big grump. Though, he hasn’t been grumpy lately. In fact, he’s been chatty and fun, and so very attentive. He’s shown me exactly how I deserve to be treated. And I don’t want this to end.

“Rain stopped,” he says, coming up behind me. It sounds like the grumpiness is back in his voice. “Guess, it’s time to take you home.”

“Wow.” I turn, feeling my stomach sink further. “I didn’t realize you wanted me gone that bad.” It’s like he can’t get rid of me fast enough. And here I thought there was something building between us.

Kelsey would be shaking her head at me, thinking I’m the most naïve person on the planet for believing this man could fall in love with me.

“It’s not about what I want, doll. You’ve got classes and a life to get back to, and I’ve got shit that needs to get done. It’s time for us to quit messing around and get back to reality.”

And there goes that future I was imagining. I pictured it perfectly. Me rocking our baby on the front porch while he’s out chopping wood. He’d come in for a break and kiss my forehead, telling me he’s the luckiest man in the world.

“I guess I’ll go pack now.” I turn as a tear slips down my face, hoping he didn’t see it fall.

“It’s for the best, angel.” His gruff voice hits my back. “It was never going to work between us.”

But it could’ve if he wanted it to. He just doesn’t.

“Once you’re back in your routine, doll, you’ll realize you’re better off. And I promise you’ll forget all about me.”

He’s wrong. But there’s no sense in arguing. I’m not going to beg the man to love me.

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Traeger

It’s for the best. I know it is. She’s young and deserves to go and have all those life experiences. Be free to live and go out with her friends, chase her career dreams. She doesn’t need to be locked up in a cabin with me. But the thought of letting her go is nearly suffocating. And the closer we get to her campus, the harder it is to breathe.

She hasn’t said a word since we got in the car. And don’t think I missed the pained look in her eyes or the tear that slipped free. It nearly fucking broke me, but I know I’m doing what’s right for her. As soon as she’s back in her routine, she’ll realize it was just a spring break fling. Some seriously hot fucking fun with an older man. Something she can check off her bucket list.

She’ll find herself surrounded by all those guys her age and realize that what she felt for me was nothing more than lust. Me, on the other hand, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do. It wasn’t just lust for me. It was fucking everything. I fellin love with the girl. Everything about her made me feel lighter, happier. For the first time since I can recall or maybe ever, I wasn’t mentally harping on the past, or reeling in my bitterness towards the broken system. I was waking up with a smile on my face and a purpose to my day: to take care of my angel.

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