Page 18 of Hunted By the Mountain Man

“Really. Everything about you turns me on so hard. I can’t explain it.”

I want to believe his words, but their meaning is unimaginable to me. “But I’m not supermodel skinny or anything like that?—”

“You’re fucking perfect. The kind of perfection I want to ride all night long and fill with my cum.”

“Is that it? You’re thinking with your cock until you get what you want?”

His face storms. “Absolutely not. I’m not that kind of man. But I am a very demanding lover with the right woman. I’d need you daily, Brynn. Sometimes hourly. Be forewarned.”

My cheeks flush, and I inhale deeply, steeling myself for a confession. “Just so you know… I mean, this isn’t a big deal or anything. But I’ve kind of never been with a guy before, even though I’ve used a vibrator and stuff. So, I probably won’t seem like a virgin to you. But you need to know in case I’m absolutely terrible at this the first time.”

Beau’s nostrils flare, and he licks his bottom lip.

I should wait for him to speak, but I feel vulnerable and nervous, and I need his reassurance. So, I add, “That doesn’t change anything, right?”

“Not at all,” he says tenderly, running his fingertips up and down the insides of my legs and leaving shivering trails of desire. “But I will be more gentle. I promise.”

“It doesn’t change how you think about me, though?”

He scrunches his face. “Why would it do that? I want you for who you are right now, Brynn. Not what you did or didn’t do in the past. But I should probably warn you, it will make me even more possessive than I already am, which could be a problem considering how independent you are.”

I knit my forehead unsure how I feel about his statement. “What do you mean?”

“If you let me be your first, I’ll want to be your last, too. I’m not sure you’re ready for that kind of commitment.”

I giggle, shaking my head. “I’m fixating on the past, and you’re rushing ahead to the future. But the only thing that actually exists in this life is now. How about we focus on that?”

“You suddenly sound very wise, Butterfly,” he replies, teasingly pulling up the hem of his sweatshirt and staring at my shaved pussy. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I’ll try to focus on the present, but I’d be lying if I said my goal isn’t to make you so goddamned addicted to me that you’ll never leave me.”

ChapterNine

BEAU

Brynn smiles seductively, raising her chin in a challenge and leaning back onto her elbows.

Clearing my throat, I order gruffly, “Finger yourself for me. Like you said, you’ve been doing all week. I want to see you make yourself come.”

The redhead’s eyes round at my request, her cheeks scorching red. “Then, I want to see you, too. I want you to jerk off while you watch me.”

My heart thuds against my ribs as I retort, more like a promise than a caveat, “I’ll watch until I absolutely have to get in on the act. Are you okay with that, and everything else I want to do to you?”

“Everything else?” She arches an eyebrow.

“Yes, like bury my head between your thighs. Make you ride my fingers and my face until you come.”

“Yes, Beau,” she pants. “Please. I need you more than I can say.”

Jumping to my feet and pulling my boxers down in one fluid movement, I kick my underwear to the side. Then, I stand in front of her, fisting my long, thick cock, stroking its length and grimacing with pleasure as her eyes eat me whole. “I can’t wait to sink into your juicy goodness. But first, I want to watch you fantasize about me and what we could be together. What we will be together.”

Brynn looks self-conscious, her eyes large and innocent.

“Don’t be nervous. Keep your eyes on my cock, Butterfly. Watch how hard and big you make me.”

She nods, bringing her hands to her pussy and parting her lips with her forefinger and thumb. Fuck, I can’t think of a more beautiful sight than her opening up to me this way, letting me watch her get off. She circles her clit with her thumb as her other hand slides through her folds, slick and swollen from our naughty conversation and, hopefully, watching me get my rod ready for her.

She eyes me hungrily, and I bite my lower lip, straining to hold back. “Do you like what you see?” I pant between strokes.

“Yes,” she admits. “Your dick is huge and straight, smooth and so tight with your erection. Fuck, I want you inside me now.”

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