Page 9 of Assembling with the Mountain Man

Her eyes fluttered open once more and a whisper of a smile stretched across her gorgeous face. “Is that a promise?”

“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled as sleep pulled me under again. “Be my girl, Chevelle. Please.”

A sharp intake of breath. A small blip of silence.

“Yes. The answer will always be yes.”

A couple of hours later, I woke to the morning sun shining through the curtains and the picture-perfect sight of my beautiful girl sleeping beside me.

Life happened quickly, usually while waiting on the sidelines. I didn’t expect love, nor was I looking for it.

But it fell into my lap, and I wasn’t about to let it pass me by.

I slipped out of bed quietly while Chevelle slept and cooked her a breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee. I kept everything warm in the oven as I made my way upstairs to wake her. What I had in mind might take a bit and I wasn’t about to let her meal go cold.

Quickly undressing, I slid under the covers and snuggled up next to her. I kissed her soft skin, my hands beginning to roam her sexy curvy body, a body I wanted in my bed every night going forward.

Chevelle’s eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled lazily before kissing me back gently. Before I could protest, she ducked under the covers and moved downwards. When her mouth wrapped around my now hard dick, my hips bucked off the bed in response.

Her warm mouth, soft lips, and swirling tongue drove me crazy, and I lost myself in the pleasure as she sucked my dick like a fucking champ. Up and down, fast and slow, it was hot, messy, and wild. I loved every fucking second of it.

My orgasm was building quickly, but I wanted to save my orgasm for her sweet, tender pussy. I reached down and lifted her up, setting her down on my waist, my hard dick lined up against her stomach. She rubbed herself along the shaft whilethe blanket fell around her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous naked form, her breasts ample and full and so damn sexy.

“Ride me, baby.” I said, my voice rough.

Chevelle lifted onto her knees and lined up my cock at her entrance after stroking it a few more times. Then she sunk onto my dick, slowly absorbing every inch until her pussy rested against my pubic bone, balls deep inside her tight pink walls. She moved up and down, slowly at first, as she grew wetter and more sped up, using her knees to keep her steady. She leaned forward and rested her hands on my chest as she twerked her ass on my dick, my hands slapping each cheek again and again.

Again and again, the sounds of slapping skin filled the room along with the delicious scent of our arousal.

Several minutes later, we exploded together, our orgasms releasing at the same time as I cried out her name and buried my face in her hair. She collapsed onto my chest and sucked in deep breaths, both of us spent and delirious with pleasure.

I took her to the shower, and we washed each other before I turned her towards the wall and fucked her from behind. I sat her in bed when we finished, wrapped in a fluffy towel, and fetched our breakfast to enjoy in bed.

And that was only just the beginning of our love story. Because every day I promised I’d show her love, and I would deliver on my promise.

The first weektogether was a blur. All of our time spent together was in bed, between meals, showers, and our workdays.

Chevelle went off to her job at the flower shop while I worked my construction, having the occasional run in at the garden center. I’d sneak her away for a stolen kiss, but soon I wanted tointroduce her to my parents and sisters. She didn’t deserve to be hidden away in the shadows. She deserved to be shown off.

After she spent the entire first week at my place every night, she agreed it was time to check out of the Airbnb. Why pay for a place when you’re never there?

Two weeks later, I introduced her to my family, and she introduced me to her friends Leighton and Cash. We were officially a couple, and I couldn’t be happier. I wanted to make her my wife soon. It might be crazy fast, but she was it for me. I’d known the very first day we met.

Carina and Journey loved her, and they all became fast friends, inviting Leighton to join their little get togethers. They were all moms and while Chevelle tried hard to hide it, I could tell she wanted a child, too.

One day, baby. One day I’ll fill you with as many kids as you want.

But first, I need to marry you.

I went ring shopping with my sisters and Leighton a few weeks later and when I got down on one knee a week later, underneath the starry sky, I asked Chevelle to marry me.

She said yes.

EPILOGUE

Chevelle

Six months later

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