Page 13 of Tormented Mountain Man

“Do you like the way my cock feels inside that tight pussy?” he asked.

Oh yeah, that would definitely do it for me.

“Yes,” I gasped. “You’re so big. You fill me up.”

Was that what I was supposed to say? I didn’t know. Maybe I needed to take lessons in dirty talk.

It was almost hard to believe, but I was actually starting to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. It would be my third orgasm. Was that possible?

It was definitely possible. Soon I was gripping the railing for a completely different reason. I just kept running that image through my head—my sexy mountain man thrusting in and out of me, his jaw clenched as he tried his best to hold out.

Imagining the intensity in his eyes was what pushed me over the edge. I let out a gasp as my second orgasm took over my body, sucking all the air out of me.

Much to my surprise, as soon as I returned my hand to the railing, he pulled out. I was bracing myself to hold out until he came, but instead, he stepped back.

I turned around. “What’s up?”

He was running his hand over his length in long, slow strokes. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore, so I’m going to finish this way this time.”

He was going to come. He was going to masturbate right in front of me. Jerk off was probably a sexier word for it. I’d get better at this dirty talk thing.

“Let me,” I said.

I lowered myself to my knees, wincing at the feel of the wood against my skin. I already had my hand wrapped around him, replacing his hand and stroking as I looked up at him. I gave him several pumps before I moved my mouth to his tip. I wanted him to come inside me, but I got his point. He wouldn’t be able to thrust deep until he knew this wouldn’t hurt me.

I continued to watch him even after his eyes closed and his chin lifted. He was facing straight ahead as I took him as deep as I could, swirling my tongue on the underside. That seemed to be something that would make it feel better, but I had no idea if it actually worked.

“Keep doing that,” he said. “That’s perfect.”

I moved my hand to his balls, sliding my fingers over them as I continued using my hand and mouth to stroke him. I felt his balls tighten and had a feeling that meant he was getting closer. Sure enough, within a millisecond, his cock began throbbing against my hand, and he sucked in air through his teeth.

A very quiet growl emerged as warm cum sprayed the back of my throat, filling my mouth. He tasted salty. I hadn’t expected that, although I wouldn’t have ever defined how I would expect cum to taste. All I knew was making this guy come felt like oneof the biggest accomplishments of my life. Silly, I knew, but my heart was full.

As I pulled back and looked up at him, I knew I’d done well. I had a lot to learn, of course, but he’d teach me, and I’d have fun learning every step of the way.

8

HUNTER

“Inow pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Those words continued to echo in my mind a good half hour later as the bride and groom cut into their cake. I wanted to be next to Joely, but she was standing with Cassady on the other side of the happy couple. In front of us was a small group of Mallorie and Memphis’s family and friends, including some guys from the logging crew.

Husband and wife. I never thought I’d long to hear those words said about me and a woman. But right now, watching Joely laugh as Memphis smashed cake into Mallorie’s face, a peace settled over me.

This was what I wanted. I wanted Joely to be my wife.

“Okay, everyone, grab a slice of cake!”

Joely and Cassady took over the responsibility of cutting the cake while Dane and I poured champagne into plastic cups for everyone. That kept us separated even longer. The whole day had been like this.

We’d woken up and made love one last time before she snuck off to her room to shower and get dressed for the smallceremony. From there, we’d been separated until she followed Cassady up the aisle and stood to the right of the preacher—or left if you were seated in the audience.

She didn’t even make eye contact with me. In fact, I couldn’t remember a single glance she’d cast in my direction since leaving my room this morning.

I was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

“You okay, man?”

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