Page 10 of Cursed Mountain Man

But it wasn’t fun at all. No,thiswas fun.

I moved away from her and glanced toward the window. I still had her nectar on my lips. She tasted sweet. When she pulled me down to kiss me, I wondered if she tasted herself. Did it turn her on more? Going by the way she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me toward her, the answer to that was yes.

I positioned my cock at her entrance and paused. Now her pussy juices coated my tip, and my dick got even harder in response, if that was possible.

“We have to?—”

I didn’t get to finish the sentence. She gave a shove with her feet and pushed me inside. It felt so damn good. But I didn’t want to hurt her. And besides, there was something we needed to discuss.

I pulled back, struggling since she was trying to hold me inside her. “I don’t have protection. I could pull out.”

She shook her head. “I’m on birth control. Have been for a couple of years. I never knew when I was going to meet the man of my dreams.”

The way she was looking at me made it clear I was the man of her dreams. And nothing had ever made me happier than that. Yes, I might have to do a lot to convince her to marry me and build a life together with kids—in a home that didn’t need to be saged to have good energy.

In fact, maybe my cabin wasn’t cursed at all. Maybe it had just been missing one key element. Violet.

“Now get back here and fuck me,” she said.

She pushed me toward her, guiding me inside her again. This time, it went way too far. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, her features twisting into a grimace.

I immediately pulled back—but not all the way. “It hurts,” I said.

She nodded, closing her eyes. “But it’ll get easier—just give me a second.”

Every instinct in me screamed to withdraw, to put an end to this. I didn’t want to cause her more pain, but I knew this was necessary if we were going to get to that next level—to get her to where she felt pleasure when we made love.

Without opening her eyes, she began pressing me deeper inside her again. Her legs guided my movements. I had to work hard not to focus on the feel of her warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock. But it helped that I knew each movement was hurting her. She got better at disguising it, but there was no denying she was in pain.

Finally, she leaned back, propping her hands behind her and nearly shoving aside a pencil cup in the process. That gave me a front-row seat to those gorgeous breasts. I longed to lean down and run my tongue over each of her nipples, but the angle was all wrong. There was no way I could make that work.

The sound of our deep breathing mingled in the quiet office until a soft whimper escaped from her. It told me she was moving toward a third orgasm. That was definitely not a whimper of pain. When she threw her head back a little—eyes closed, lips parted—I knew she was getting closer.

I stayed near her entrance, and she let up on shoving me deeper as she got more caught up in what was going on with her body. Her eyes popped open when I moved my thumb to her clit and began flicking it in that pattern she’d responded to earlier.

She cast her gaze to the area where our bodies joined, watching me touch her. Then she surprised me—moving her left hand to her breast, sliding her thumb and finger around her areola.

That was when I had to close my eyes. The sight of her touching herself just about did me in. It definitely tested the last of my restraint.

“I think I’m going to… Oh yeah…”

With those words, I felt her walls tighten around my shaft, and my cock reacted immediately. It was like a dam burst. In seconds, my body went from zero to one hundred. My orgasm raced through me, nearly knocking me off my feet with its strength. By the time I’d pumped the last of my seed into her, my legs felt weak and I needed to sit down.

Only then did I realize my eyes had been closed—they’d slammed shut at some point. I forced them open and looked down at her. She had a sleepy smile and a glow about her. She looked truly happy—for the first time since I’d met her.

I knew the feeling. Never in my life had I felt this content. It was as though everything had just snapped into place. And all because I’d met her.

7

VIOLET

The creep factor in Josiah’s cabin was gone.

I honestly didn’t think it had anything to do with my sister’s list of cleansing rituals. I wanted to believe in that stuff. I really did. But it seemed silly to me. Instead, I couldn’t help but wonder if finding me had made the difference.

Josiah was no longer coming home to an empty cabin. I’d spent every night here since the day we met, and that wouldn’t change anytime soon.

“Oh, man,” I said.

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