Page 14 of Mountain Wood

If that man turns out to be a serial killer, I’m going to be so mad. He’s got this whole rugged, hot mountain man thing going on that’s seriously rocking my world today. Hmm. I wonder what other hot mountain men are out there for me to drool over.

Pulling up my favorite app, I typelumbersnackin the search bar andbada bing, bada boom, a flurry of burly men in flannels take up my screen.

Biting my bottom lip, I scroll through my feed, searching for a hottie to take my mind off Dean. Oh, this one’s cute, but, eww, no never mind. How about… mmm nope.

My high hopes deflate quickly because none of these guys do it for me until…

Wow.

He’ll do.

I can’t see his face, because his abs are running the show in this clip. The thirst trapping Hottie McFlannelton has the handleMountainWood.

Tapping on the video with over five hundred thousand views, it expands on my screen, and I freeze.

No. Fucking. Way.

It’s Dean.

“Ready to get dirty with me, baby?” He flirtatiously winks and I’m momentarily struck stupid.

“Holy shit.”

Shirtless, he stacks wood in perfect rows. The clips are short, set to sexy music, and he cuts in photos of him pouring water over his torso, looking down and wiping his mouth, and another of him undoing his belt. The edits are a little amateur but boy, do they do the trick.

This man is too fine.

I couldn’t stop staring at him in the bar earlier. Rejection teased my confidence when he didn’t so much as look at me past the moment I sat down. Then again, everyone seemed to have their eyes on me when I walked in there, so for him to participate in gawking at the new girl who stuck out like a sore thumb would have been rude.

Right?

Wait.

I am confusion.

This thirst trap has already destroyed half my brain cells.

I stare at his arms in the video, cut and chiseled by the mountain gods, and heat pools between my thighs. The way those delicious arms wrapped around me when Dean lifted me up and out of that raccoon’s path was… really fucking nice.

I would let this man toss me around in all kinds of ways. I want to climb him like a tree. Handle hiswoodin ways he’s only dreamed about.

I would one million percent smash Dean.

And because I’m a sucker for dramatics, the fantasy of him being all alone on this mountain, deprived of a woman’s touch for too long, and me giving him pleasure is….

So hot.

“You need to get laid, girl. You’re off the rails.” To eventhinkthere’s a chance of a man that sexy and sweet being single is next to impossible. He’s got to be wifed up and I just haven’t seen her yet.

But he didn’t have a ring on so… maybe not?

Ugh. Who cares. I can fuck him in my head and maybe that’ll be enough to get this fantasy out of my system.

Feeling naughty, I shimmy my pants down and don’t even bother to pull them all the way off. I won’t need long. Hell, I’m so hot and bothered, I don’t even think using the toy I packed is necessary. This man’s got me so turned on, and lately I’ve been hornier than I’ll ever admit, so the instant my fingers rub my clit, I’m groaning.

“Ready to get dirty with me, baby?” His thirst trap video plays over and over while I finger myself.

His abs flex, making my pussy clench.

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