Page 32 of Married in Misty Mountain

Whimpering, she shoves down the waistband of my boxers and takes me in hand.

“That’s it,” I growl through gritted teeth. “Now take it. Take it all the way. You know what to do.”

Her parted thighs are slick as she positions herself over me, her hand guiding me to her slippery little cunt.

She’s warm and wet and so tight I think I might go blind from the intensity of it.

But then she takes me all the way in, her body tight, her chest heaving.

“Relax, love. Breathe, and it won’t hurt as much.”

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s just…different.”

Her hips rock forward, and I’m buried to the hilt. Slowly, she finds her rhythm.

“Look at you. You’re a fucking goddess. You’re my fucking queen, Shenna.”

She moans as I reach down between our bodies to thumb her clit. With my free hand, I reach up to take a handful of her hair, gentle tugging.

“Oh god!”

I drag my thumb over Shenna’s clit relentlessly while I fuck her with my cock.

Soon enough, her body seizes, tensing up around me.

The sensation is too much for me, and I explode inside of her.

“Look what you do to me, Shenna.”

“Hurley!” she cries out, her back arching as she comes with me.

I release in long pulses, and the relief is almost painful before the good endorphins hit me.

“Are you good, baby girl?”

“So good,” she breathes against my neck.

I let go of her hair and smooth it down, then help her get situated in the passenger seat once again.

“Let’s get you home.”

Shenna is quiet for most of the ride until we pass the “Welcome to Misty Mountain” sign, and she echoes me.

“Home.”

Chapter Fifteen

Shenna

Hurley may not come off like a mountain man, but his cabin outside Misty Mountain is exactly like I would imagine.

The simple log structure is one open-concept kitchen/sitting area with a Murphy bed in the corner.

“Please tell me you have indoor plumbing.”

“It works when the generator is running.”

“Hurley! You know I’m not going to pee in the woods.”

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