Page 11 of Wounded Mountain Man

Slowly, my eyes opened, and I saw him looking down at the area he was touching. He seemed to be deep in concentration. And seconds later, I saw why.

His thumb moved to a spot at the top of my pussy. The pleasure that shot through me the second his thumb moved over my clit, even through the fabric, was overwhelming. I could feel the contours of his thumb pad, and my eyes automatically drifted closed again. I couldn’t have kept them open if I wanted to.

He lowered his head, his tongue moving over the beaded tip of my breast. That was when I threw back my head and cried out—to hell with someone possibly overhearing us. I didn’t care about anything right now but the feel of his tongue moving over my nipple and his thumb sliding across my clit.

I expected him to stop at some point and maybe order me to take off my underwear, but he didn’t. Instead, he started moving faster and faster until I felt like I was holding on for dear life. My entire body was trembling, and electricity seemed to shoot from my pussy all the way through my body in either direction.

Suddenly, my pussy began contracting. An incredible series of sensations washed over my body. I felt the heat in my face, down my neck, and across those breasts he was giving so much attention.

An orgasm. I didn’t realize until the sensations slowly rolled to a stop that I’d just had my first orgasm. Holy shit, that was amazing.

I just had one question. When could I have another?

6

DUKE

Ineeded to get this underwear off Jessalyn. That was my big challenge. I’d made her come once, and I planned to do it again, but right now I had to be inside her.

I moved her legs off me and reached for the waistband of her underwear, gradually tugging it down. She lifted her body to help, and that made it not so challenging, after all.

But as I was eyeing her most private part, something hit me. A thought that stopped my blood.

“I don’t have protection,” I said as much to myself as to her.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I’m safe.”

Those words changed everything. I’d been bracing for the very real possibility that we wouldn’t be able to see this through—not unless I took her back to my RV. Even then, I was pretty sure the condoms tucked into my nightstand were expired.

“Pull down your jeans and underwear,” she said. “I want to see.”

Her request surprised me. I hadn’t expected her to be so eager, but she had been touching it, and her sense of exploration had just about done me in.

It was hard to forget that Jessalyn was doing all this for the first time. The thrill of being the only person to have ever gotten this close to her hit me in a place that had nothing to do with sex.

Dammit. If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall in love with this woman. Maybe I was already well on the way to doing just that.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying to keep things lighthearted.

I hitched a thumb under each side of the waistband of my jeans. It took me a second to grab the underwear too. I shoved all of it down, stopping when she sucked in a hefty dose of air at the sight of my erection. Did that mean she liked what she saw? I sure hoped so.

This time, she didn’t ask for permission to touch. She just reached out and wrapped her hand around me, staring with admiration in her eyes as she moved her hand all the way to the base and back up again.

It hit me hard. This woman was exactly what I needed in my life. Everything had clicked into place. It all made sense. Mylifemade sense.

“Should we get off the bike?” I asked.

I was having a hard time not staring at those beautiful tits, and I wanted to put my hands on them again, but this time from behind. I’d touch her and stroke her while I gently probed her entrance. She’d have her legs spread, hands on the bike. I had to hold in a groan at the fantasy as it fled through my brain.

“Can we do it like this?” she asked.

Before I could fully process her words, she shifted around until she positioned me at her entrance, her wetness surrounding my tip. I didn’t think it was possible to fuck while seated on a bicycle, but she was already pushing me deeper inside her, wiggling around until there was no question that we could definitely do it like this.

I wouldn’t be able to move much because my legs were keeping us upright on this two-wheeled beast, but she probablyneeded to do most of the work, anyway. Otherwise, I ran the risk of going too deep and hurting her.

It was all way too much. The feel of that sweet, tight pussy surrounding me. The way her hands gripped my shoulders, relying on me to keep her on the bike. The sight of her beautiful body, bare for me. And the fact that we were doing this on a bike—and it was her first time ever.

I had to close my eyes and think about work just to keep from coming within seconds of entering her. I moved my thumb back to her clit and began stroking her. It helped take my mind off how good this felt. When I dared to open my eyes again, she wore a grimace. Yes, she was definitely in pain, but hopefully, that would get easier, and the pleasure would start to build again.

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