Page 13 of Merciless Mountain Man

I looked at him, disoriented. The heat in his stare made it clear what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck me.

But he wasn’t going to do that. Not now. That wasn’t the reason for the position he’d put me in. That had been solely to tease me.

I sat on the rock, hating that I had to move away from him to do so. But when he stepped between my legs, nudging them apart, I knew exactly what he had in mind.

I thought he was going to do me right here. I was even wondering if that angle would be comfortable for him. Instead, though, he knelt and moved his mouth between my legs, looping a hand under each of my thighs.

He was going to lick my pussy. I’d heard other terms for it, and they were terms I didn’t feel comfortable even thinking. But it was exactly what he was about to do.

As his tongue made contact with my clit, Dane looked at me. I cried out, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I didn’t think anything could feel better than him sliding his tip along my folds, but this definitely felt better. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. Instead, he began flicking his tongue back and forth. I clamped my lips together, doing my best not to make noise. Even my one earlier cry was too much. It was doubtful anyone was nearby, but that earlier cry might have been heard for miles.

It became harder than ever to keep quiet, though, as his tongue took me toward a peak I didn’t even know was possible. I could feel something was coming. It was like pressure building and building and building, but the most pleasant pressure possible.

And then, all of a sudden, sensations exploded inside me, my pussy clenching in response as the heat once again rushed through my entire body. I tried to grip the rock, but there was nothing to grab onto, so I just flattened my palms on it and rode out the best of my orgasm.

Unfortunately, it ended all too soon, leaving me gasping and panting. As he stood, Dane fisted his cock, motioning for me to stand. I pushed myself to my feet on arms that felt like spaghetti. I felt a little weak from what my body had just experienced, but I was also excited to see what would happen next, and that had adrenaline racing through my veins.

Once I was on my feet, he sat on the rock where my butt had been just seconds earlier. Was it my turn to satisfy him? I definitely could. He might think we couldn’t go all the way today. Maybe it was because I was a virgin, but it could also be a safety thing.

“I’m on the pill,” I blurted, in case that was what he was thinking. “I have been for a while. I take it every day without missing, so I’m safe.”

He just stared at me with a curious expression, and that made it clear he hadn’t even thought about it. He wasn’t afraid of getting me pregnant, or so it seemed. I, on the other hand, was terrified. I was in no way ready to be a mom. I had a plan to keep working in my present job, but eventually, I’d start my own property management firm.

Dane gestured for me to step forward, keeping his legs close together. I was supposed to straddle him as he took the brunt of the rough surface for both of us.

But the surface was pretty rough on my knees. I could tell that as I climbed on top of him. He helped as much as he could, putting a hand on either hip to stabilize me as I positioned my entrance above his erection. I grasped it with my hand as I lowered myself onto it.

Closing my eyes, I quietly celebrated that I was officially no longer a virgin. It was a status I was all too happy to be rid of, but mostly I was happy to be losing it with the hottest man I’d ever met. A man I could see myself spending forever with. Even if I wouldn’t be having kids or getting married anytime soon.

Pain shot through me suddenly, making me well aware that I’d gone too far, too fast. This was all new to me. My body needed to adjust. And here I was, just plunging him inside me.

I squeezed his arms, closed my eyes, and stilled, riding out the wave of pain. It was the opposite of the wave I’d ridden out earlier. But like that wave, this would pass.

As I sat, eyes closed, suddenly I felt his fingers on my clit. He was touching me, probably hoping to take my mind off the pain. Or maybe he knew the pleasure would somehow drown it out. Whatever the case, it just might work.

He was patient with me, letting me make small, barely perceptible movements. He kept his hands on my hips, helping balance me. That also meant I didn’t have to put my full weight on my knees, which weren’t really enjoying the rough surface beneath them.

But that rough surface actually played into my arousal. The more he touched me, the better it felt. There was something sexy about mixing pleasure and pain. Maybe it was the endorphins. I didn’t know. All I knew was things were starting to heat up down there again, and it had a lot to do with him touching me.

At some point, I reached up and cupped my breasts. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it on a conscious level. I ran my thumbs over my nipples and let out a sigh at how good it felt.

I pictured him watching me, his eyelids growing heavy as he took in the fact that I was touching myself. Yeah, he’d think that was sexy. I thought it was sexy, so I couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

My bounces went a little deeper. Although it was uncomfortable, it didn’t hurt like before, so I kept going. I kept fucking my gorgeous mountain man as my body raced toward orgasm.

And within just a couple of minutes of him touching me, I felt the waves of heat again. I knew it was happening.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I said.

I somehow forced myself to keep my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to do this all day, every day, for the rest of my life, but only with this man. Only with my hot lumberjack.

I didn’t stop moving once my orgasm was complete. No, it was his turn. I kept my eyes closed and continued touching my breasts, knowing he liked what he saw.

And then he gripped my hips, holding me still and plunging into me over and over. He didn’t go any deeper than I had, but he was pumping fast and furiously. And I somehow knew, in thatmoment, that he was in the throes of his climax, shooting his cum inside me, filling me up.

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