Page 19 of Curves for the Mountain Man

His eyes search mine until recognition lights in them. “There’s that fire in your eyes again. The fire that lets me know you’re a wild woman.”

“A wild woman. I like the ring of that.” I nod, smiling wickedly. “One who needs a wild man.”

“You’re in luck,” he murmurs in searing tones. “I want you on top so you can straddle my face and suffocate me with your juicy goodness.”

His words make my cheeks burn, and he chuckles at their glow. I sit up, changing places with him on the boughs. My eyes flicker around the room for a moment, my skin confused between goosebumps from the cave’s air and waves of heat pouring from the fire as his huge, erect rod betrays his desire. I sigh hungrily, devouring it with my eyes, trying to fathom how it will fit in my mouth, let alone how it did my pussy.

“Sit on my face, Sweetness.”

Although I’m the one who asked for sixty-nine, I never thought about it involving me sitting on his face. It sounds downright dangerous. And his talk of suffocating? “What if you can’t breathe?”

He laughs throatily, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s a helluva way to go.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I’m serious. My thighs are thicker than most girls.” Shame fills me at pointing this out, even though it’s obvious with me buck naked kneeling next to him, my upper legs spreading over my calves in ways I instantly regret.

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around my legs and showering them in kisses and swipes of his tongue. “Your thighs are fucking perfect. Delicious as fuck, although they’d taste better wrapped around my ears. Trust me.”

“Okay.” I sigh, crawling towards him on the boughs. His greedy eyes sear my flesh, and my pussy throbs with anticipation as I turn, straddling his face.

He grabs my hips roughly, squeezing them and drawing my pussy towards his mouth. “God, I love your hips, so curvy and delectable. And your pussy… Fuck, I could eat you out all night.Maybe I will.” He buries his tongue in my folds, penetrating my slick channel with his thick, wicked tongue. “I want you to fuck the hell out of my face, Ginger. I need you to grind into me and let me make you feel good.”

“Yes!” I whimper, breathing fast as my eyes wander down the tight washboard of his abs, alighting on the trail of coppery blond hair that starts below his navel, cutting a symmetrical line down the sexy inverted triangle of his Adonis Belt and swirling around his massive cock. His dick is thick, straight, and strong, with an angry vein running down the side.

Roscoe’s mouth hungrily devours my pussy as I lick and taste his cock for the first time, nearly coming undone by so many stimuli. A rumble booms from deep in his chest as my tongue circles his head, and I take the tip into my mouth, savoring its smooth heat.

I lap and lick it as he devours me with his fingers and mouth, making me slicker, wetter, and needier than I’ve ever been. Responding to the delectable ways he pleasures me, I suck his cock with enthusiasm, adoring every inch of it with my lips, tongue, and teasing glances of my teeth. I savor the way he growls and moans, vibrations teasing through his body and into mine as we both draw closer to finishing.

Growing more adventurous, I slide him deeper into my mouth, feeling his hips angle incrementally toward me as he groans against my clit, sending waves of rapture to my core. I suck and tease him with my tongue, falling in love with his rod until he rewards me with a few dribbles of pre-cum.

Licking it greedily, I moan at the taste of his salty flavor, sitting back a little more on his face. His tongue fucks me enthusiastically, rewarding me for giving myself so completely to him as I continue to climb higher and higher, an astronaut headed full-tilt to the moon.

Dropping my head over the bottom side of his dick, I trace it from the base to the frenulum, thrumming my tongue back and forth along the shaft as he lets out deep, bliss-filled cries, edging towards abandon. My tongue circles his head again before descending lower to suck his balls one at a time into my mouth.

“Yes, Ginger. Fuck, yes!” he whispers in strained tones as waves of pride fill me. I want to thoroughly please this man, not leave one cord of his need untied. I want to make it impossible for him to let me go, although I’ve heard all the cautions about having sex to jumpstart a relationship. But everything about intimacy with him feels natural, right, even familiar. I can’t describe it.

His mouth migrates sensually back to my clit, twirling and rhythmically sucking me as his finger strokes my G-spot. The heady riot of movements from his velvety tongue feels randomly purposeful.

Between pants, I ask, “What are you doing to me, baby?”

Looking between my legs with a guilty grin, he confesses, “Tracing my name—first, middle, and last.”

Like I’m his. The possessive confession thrills me. “What’s your middle name?”

“Langley, and yours?”

“Louise,” I scream as his finger hits my G-spot again, edging me toward free fall.

My pussy and lower ab muscles tighten, and my legs tremble. Crack! With a teasing glance, he smacks my ass, leaving a slight sting and eliciting a surprised moan of pleasure from me. I like it, wondering if he’s just uncovered a kink I didn’t know I had.

“Wild woman,” he grins encouragingly, reading the lust on my face.

I focus on his gorgeous cock again, sucking him into my mouth and hollowing my cheeks. My left hand strokes and plays with his balls as I take his shaft deeper and deeper. His hips tickupwards, thrusting his cock further into my mouth. I push him past my tonsils, deep-throating his head.

“God!” he screams, his sexy-as-hell voice tinged with satisfaction.

The naughty taboo of pleasuring him this way inches me towards heady oblivion. My pussy trembles as his beard tickles me, and his mouth claims me. I tighten and tighten and tighten until I can’t take anymore, soaring over the edge of ecstasy and orgasming so hard my lower ab muscles jump, and fireworks explode in my head.

“Fuck, yes!” he exclaims, doubling his efforts, resulting in greedy wet noises that undo me even more.

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