Page 15 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Bride

“Such a good girl handling my cock so well,” he breathes against the shell of my ear. “Now I need you to come for me. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, my eyes still squeezed shut. “Yes, oh god, yes.”

He lifts up slightly, and my eyes fly open. He gazes down at me. “In the bedroom you call me daddy. I will not have you screaming another man’s name in here. Understand?”

I smile, loving how jealous he is of a deity. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck. You’re such a goodfuckinggirl. Take this cock deep inside you.”

I love the praise he’s giving me, and I continue to keep my legs spread, my body coming so close to coming undone. “I’m so close,” I whisper-shout.

“Give it to me, baby. Give your husband your orgasm.” He keeps pumping away inside me, staking his claim.

My orgasm starts low in my belly and fans out to completely wreck havoc on my system. I’m blissed out as he continues to fuck me.

“Your little pussy feels so good coming all over me.” He smooths a hand over my hair as he removes the other from my clit. “Such a good girl for Daddy.” He stills for a split second, and then bucks harder. “Oh fuck,I’m coming, baby girl.” He grunts and groans as he picks up speed, his orgasm unleashing a beast on top of me.

I watch in amazement, loving the way this man looks at the height of his own release. It’s magical. We breathe together as his body returns to normal.

We’re both spent and lay together in a tangle of limbs.

“You’re amazing,” he tells me.

I’m lying on his chest, and I sit up so I can look into his eyes. “No, you are.”

11

Wes

The bright morning sun streams through the cabin windows, highlighting Daisy's golden hair as she carefully loads her neatly packaged fudge into a woven basket. Watching her move around our home, a warm, satisfied smile on her lips, fills my chest with something tender and deep. Last night changed everything for us. We finally let go, finally stopped holding back—and waking up wrapped in each other's arms confirmed how right it was.

"Ready to head out?" Daisy asks cheerfully, turning to me with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Whenever you are," I reply, grabbing my keys from the kitchen counter and following her outside to the truck.

The drive into town is filled with comfortable silence, occasionally broken by Daisy humming softly along with the radio. I sneak glances at her, still amazed that someone so bright and vibrant could find happiness with me. Her hand reaches over to squeeze mine briefly, and I can't help the grin spreading across my face.

We spend the morning delivering Daisy's fudge to the local shops. Everywhere we stop, she's met with enthusiasm and gratitude, her creations already a beloved staple. I stand proudly at her side, enjoying the sense of community and belonging I've long denied myself.

"Your wife is a treasure, Wes," Martha calls out from her gift shop doorway, waving goodbye as we leave.

I glance down at Daisy, pulling her close with an arm around her waist. "Believe me, I know."

She blushes prettily, bumping me lightly with her hip as we walk toward the café for our last stop. "You're spoiling me with all these compliments."

"You deserve every one," I say earnestly, opening the café door for her.

Inside, the café is bustling, filled with locals chatting over steaming coffee cups. Rick greets Daisy warmly, eagerly accepting today's fudge delivery with enthusiastic praise. While she discusses arrangements, I lean casually against the counter, enjoying the simple pleasure of watching her interact with the town.

Suddenly, a strange feeling prickles the back of my neck. Turning slightly, I spot a man sitting at one of the corner tables, eyes fixed on Daisy with unsettling intensity. His stare isn't friendly admiration—it's something deeper, more invasive.

My jaw tightens, and a surge of possessive protectiveness flares through me. Daisy finishes her conversation with Rick, turning to rejoin me, oblivious to the unwanted attention.

"Ready?" she asks cheerfully, slipping her hand into mine.

"Yeah," I say curtly, gently guiding her toward the exit, intentionally placing myself between her and the stranger.

Outside, Daisy notices my tense demeanor immediately. "Is everything okay?"

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