Page 21 of Mountain Man's Valentine
My words come faster, my breathing becomes more ragged.
“Val,” he says, the word licking against my ears, my body, my heart.
And as I bury my forehead inside the curve where his bulging, muscular shoulder sweeps against his neck, I feel my pussy spasm against the grinding of his cock, the thickness inside me growing as I cum, and I close my eyes tight and feel my mouth open in ecstacy.
My world spins again as he turns me around and places me gently back on the bed, and pushes himself into me.
“Fuck,” he groans, “you areso fucking tight.And I love the way your pussy is fuckingswallowingme up.”
He slips his finger under my chin and lifts it slightly, kissing me on the lips as he pulls his cock of out me. I look down and instinctively grab his cock with both of my hands, my legs still wrapped loosely around his hips. My pussy clenches up, stillwanting, stilldesperatefor him to be inside as I cum, but I pump at him, and his forehead falls against mine and he looks down our bodies between us.
“I want to be in that pretty pussy the next time I cum, princess.”
He jerks and shutters, and his cockexplodes, and it looks like the pent up years of being alone have finally be thrown off his shoulders.
I’ve never seen anyone cum before, and I am so deliriously happy thatheis the first person I’ve seen. And he cumshard- his cock explodes with thick streams, spraying onto my belly and some on his, too.
It issexy, and I feel like his dirty princess.
Dirty andgood.
So good.
