Page 19 of Mountain Man's Valentine
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Valoria
This is it.
I amcrazywith emotion. And my clit is aching, and all the blood inside my body is like an arrow pointing there, and it’s like I am not getting enough oxygen to my brain. It’s making me woozy.
And I love it.
I reach out with one hand, the other arm propping myself up to see him. I want to see all of this. I want to see the first time Cole enters me, breaks my seal, pops my cherry, makes me his woman, the woman I ammeantto be.
Taking his cock in my hand, he looks even more massive. I can barely wrap my fingers around his fullness, and the head alone is huge, and bulging. I spread my legs up wide, my knees falling back against the bed, at my sides. I press the head against my clit softly, and my eyes flash from his cock to his eyes, his loving gaze caressing my entire body, as though I can feel his eyes touching me.
It’s like anothersense, a sixth sense, feeling his gaze shower me with tenderness.
“You can go ahead and take me inside that sweet little pussy,” he says. “I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone in over two years.”
His wordsshockme.
“Two years?” I ask quietly, cocking my head to the side.
“Yes. I have been alone. I hid myself away.” His eyes flash to mine. “But then I sawyou.”
Two years. He has probably been up here that whole time, those two years going by fast and then slow, and I imagine his loneliness as the days melt into each other, each one the same as the one before, each one the same as the one that follows.
My heart silently stings for him.
But then he saw me.
I move my hand away from his cock, and I slowly glide my hips in fluid, small motions, grinding myself against him.
“I don’t know how you’re going to fit,” I say, biting my lip. “I want to see it.”
His lower jaw juts out slightly, as though he is ready to consume me, and he reaches down to take his cock in his hand.
“Then look, sweetheart. Look at how I fill you up.”
He pushes forward slightly, the head of his cock just against my tight, soaked opening.
“You are...you are so big,” I wince, “but I want you to keep going.”
“You tell me if you want me to stop,” Cole says, teasing the opening of my pussy with his cock, the precum dripping out, mixing with my desire, “but I don’t think you’re going to want me to stop once I start. You arenevergoing to want me to stop. But I’m going to have to stop at some point, okay? Because you will need to rest. I don’t want to wear you out the first time. And then, I will take care of you. I will hold you. I will keep you warm. I will give you anything you want.”
I nod intently and take a deep breath as he pushes forward, the full girth of his massive size stretching my pussy open, making my lips spread open for him,fillingme up until his heavy cock is all the way inside.
“Yes,” I moan, the hint of tears beginning to prick at the corners of my eyes. “Yes, that feelssogood.”
“You,” he groans, taking my lips with his, pressing his forehead against mine, making me become lost in his eyes, “youfeel so good. You are perfect, my sweetness.”
And I feel perfect. This could not be a more perfect moment.
And as he pulls out and presses against me again, slowly, torturously, I become more accustomed to his size. With each thrust, he feels more and more good inside me, more and more fitting.
Like he was made for me. And I for him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smolders at me, guiding my head down onto the bed.
“I didn’t know you were the romantic type,” I say, smiling. “I didn’t know you liked that cheesy stuff.”
