Page 15 of Made for the Mountain Man

I don't hear any colors, so I don't stop. I continue to flick her tender bud with my tongue while inserting a second finger, stroking again and again over the spot that makes her whimper. I pulse in and out of her, grinding my tongue against her clit, and within seconds, her body freezes as she comes apart.

Moaning and writhing, she explodes against my tongue. Violet screams my name, and it’s the most beautiful thing I've everheard. Her throbbing heat pulses around my fingers as I prolong her release, savoring every last drop.

I kiss Violet's pussy once more before climbing up her body. She pulls me toward her, kissing up my neck before sucking the soft skin near my ear. I close my eyes with a soft moan.

"Baby, you're incredible," I whisper, pulling back to kiss her so she knows how she tastes.

Violet grips my face. "Brooks," she whispers.

I reach for my hard cock, notching it at her opening, desperate to be inside her. "Violet, can I fuck you? Please." I'm barely able to hold back.

"Brooks," she whispers again. She licks her lips. "I'm a virgin."

I freeze. I suspected she might be since she could barely speak to me, but I didn't feel any resistance with my fingers. It doesn't matter to me, although the knowledge that no other man has ever had the pleasure of her body makes me feral with the need to claim her.

"I'll go slow, Violet. I'll take care of you, baby," I promise, gazing deeply into her eyes, but she shakes her head.

She licks her lips, still whispering. I lean closer so I can hear her. "I use a lot of toys. I can take all of you. Go as hard as you can. Please, Brooks."

When she begs, I lose all restraint. I close my eyes and sink into her wet heat with one powerful thrust. We both moan as my thick length slides deep into her tight cunt. She's so wet from her orgasm that there's no resistance, but her tight, virgin walls pulse around my cock as she squeezes me with a shaky exhale.

"Violet, you were made for me," I groan against her neck.

She kicks my ass with her heels like I'm a horse, begging me to move.

"Baby, you are perfect," I grunt as I thrust between her thighs, slowly drawing my full length out before plunging back in.

Violet’s eyelids flicker with each thrust. She throws her head back, her breasts jiggling as I push into her. I bend, sucking a hard nipple into my mouth and laving it with my tongue. Her hands race up and down my back, nails lightly scratching my skin as she kneads my muscles. Every nerve in my body is on fire.

I remind myself to go slowly since it's her first time, but she rocks against me, urging me on, even as I desperately try to hold back so I don't hurt her.

But her whispered, "Fuck me, baby," has me losing all control.

I rut into her. I'm a man possessed. A wild beast released from its cage for the first time in years with only an hour to mate. I press her thighs wider, opening her up further as I pound into her wet pussy. Her gasps and moans spur me on. I think about her husky voice calling my name as she came on my tongue. I want to hear it again.

Sliding my hand down her soft stomach, I find her clit with my thumb as I keep up my punishing pace, swirling gentle circles around her swollen bud.

Violet moans and chants my name in the softest, sweetest voice. My balls tighten. I'm so close, but I won’t come until she does.

She pants as I stroke her clit, thrusting into her erratically, desperately waiting for her.

"Fuck me, Brooks! Yes, yes, yes!" Violet begs, bouncing with me.

I can't hold back. Her sweet voice pushes me over the edge. I thrust one final time, stilling as I release my seed deep inside her. The primal urge to get her pregnant tonight overwhelms me, and I bury myself deep as I spill inside her.

Violet sighs and shudders, her muscles spasming around me as she follows me over the edge. I hold her tightly, refusing to withdraw, wanting to keep my cum inside her. I lie between herlegs, panting, as she runs her fingernails along my back in a soothing caress.

Finally, I force myself to pull out and head to the bathroom. Returning with a warm washcloth, I clean us up and climb back into bed. Slotting Violet into my side, her head finds my shoulder like we've done this a thousand times.

I kiss her temple, lacing my fingers with hers. "Violet, do you remember when I told you my parents own a flower shop?" She nods, so I continue. "They've always loved nature. It's why they named me Brooks."

I trail my finger down her ribcage, marveling at the softness of her skin. Tiny goosebumps break out along her stomach, and she shudders, watching me with her big brown eyes. "The day after I got your first message, I was walking the trails about a mile from here. I stopped at a brook, one I've visited a hundred times. I sat on a large rock, thinking about this incredibly smart, funny woman. And I worried that when we finally met, I wouldn't be enough for her."

Violet's eyes fill with tears, and she shakes her head.

"Then I noticed a solitary bunch of violets beside the rock. Bright purple as if they were blooming in April, but it was September. I knew it was a sign. You were made for me, Violet." I lean in, kissing her sweet lips and hugging her to me.

Violet pulls back. She bites her lip and grins at me. "I love you, Brooks,” she says, her voice is as clear as a bell.

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