Page 9 of Cursed Mountain Man

“It’s huge,” she said.

“Thanks.”

I frowned. Was that the right answer? I guess I couldn’t really take credit for it.

My pants hadn’t even made it all the way down. I’d stopped at mid-thigh, and I figured that was as much as I should expose her to at once.

But she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft, licking her lips as she began stroking. If the lip-licking was a sign she wanted to take me in her mouth, I certainly wouldn’t stop her. Not unless it was to keep myself from coming all over her.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

I closed my eyes and nodded. Of course, it felt good.

“You want to see how it feels?” I asked, staring down at her. “Turn around and I’ll show you.”

Her eyes widened again, but she did exactly as commanded. She turned, facing the wall, and leaned that beautiful backside against the front of my body, skin on skin.

I groaned in response. Damn, she felt good. As I wrapped my arms around her waist and slid my hand inside her underwear, I tried to remember anything in my thirty-five years that had felt this good. I came up with absolutely nothing. This was it. I’d found heaven.

She was so unbelievably wet, I had to bite back a second groan. I’d done that to her. Just kissing me and curling her fingers around my cock had made her soak her underwear.

After testing her wetness, I settled on her clit, flicking my hand across it repeatedly in slow movements. Now she was the one making noise. A sigh escaped her lips as she arched her back, lifting her hand toward my shoulder. She didn’t quite make it there, instead grabbing my upper arm, squeezing it tight as I sped up my movements.

Then I began moving my finger in patterns over her. I was testing, seeing what turned her on. This was all about learning her body—about showing her the pleasure she’d been missing. I could hardly believe she’d made it to this age as a virgin. She must have been fending off advances from guys for years.

She began making small, high-pitched noises as she arched her back even farther. “That’s it,” she whispered when I changed up my pattern a little. “Don’t stop. Just like that. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

She squeezed my upper arm even tighter. She was in the throes of her first orgasm. I couldn’t say how I knew it was her first—just that I knew.

Finally, Violet straightened, the small of her back once again rubbing against my belly. My erection was poking her, I was sure. But if she minded, she didn’t show it.

She turned to look up at me, a big smile on her face. “That was an orgasm,” she said. “It was my first ever.”

The first of many over the course of her lifetime, I was sure. She rose on tiptoe, meeting me in another long, passionate kiss.

That was when the reality slammed into me. I was in deep. No way would this end with her walking out of my life after we made love once, twice—even fifteen times. What we had was a forever kind of bond.

“Take off your underwear,” I said.

She gave me another naughty smile as she grabbed her waistband on either side and shoved downward. She wiggled out of them, using her legs to slide them down without even having to bend over. She didn’t take her eyes off me throughout the entire process.

I definitely couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful—all curves and softness. Her tits were big and perky and perfect, with rose-tipped nipples. Her waist, her hips, and her ass were round and luscious, begging me to touch.

With her underwear off, she climbed up on the desk and spread her legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off that sweet pussy. I thought about plunging into her immediately. If she weren’t a virgin, that might be exactly what I did.

But that wouldn’t be right. No, giving in to my passion wasn’t the right move—virgin or not. I needed to make this the best fucking night of her life if I hoped to keep her around. I had to show her what she’d be in for with me.

Not taking my eyes off her, I knelt, wincing as my jeans tightened around my thighs. I should have taken the damn things off, but it would be fine. I’d make it work.

As my tongue touched her clit, she cried out. The sound was louder than any she’d made before. It reminded me to keep my eyes open. I needed to watch for headlights filling the room. I watched for that out of my peripheral vision, but most of my focus was on Violet.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she gripped the desk on either side of her legs. Finally, she threw her head back, her breathing intensifying. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her legs trembled around my face. I had a feeling she preferred this to my finger.

I planned to give her at least one more orgasm before we were finished here. Maybe two. One of those came within seconds of me starting. Just one tiny “oh,” and her head fell back farther, her chest heaved, and her breathing grew even more intense.

When she finally lowered her head and opened her eyes to look at me, I saw peace there. She looked relaxed. Yes, this was what she’d been missing all along—that work-life balance.

Hell, I’d been missing it too. I could trace that all the way back to my first job mowing lawns when I was fourteen. Going full throttle in sports, games, and work had given me balance. That had been my fun.

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