Page 29 of Mountain Man's Valentine
He holds me and rocks his cock in and out of me, the fire between us growing and growing until it is out of control.
“Cum for me, princess.”
His words burn into my mind and I feel myself lose all control, wrapped up in the newness and the familiarity of these feelings.
I love him.
And I’m his.
I feel his cock grow, at the brink of an orgasm, and the thought of him pumping his cum deep into sends me over the edge, making my body break under the force of a mind-destroying orgasm.
“Cole, I’m cumming.”
“Fuck, princess,” he groans, pulling away slightly and taking both of my hands in his, “fuck.See what you do to me? See what you fucking do?”
His eyes trail down from my eyes to my breasts, and further down as my clit erupts against the weight of his cock forcing its way in and out of my tight hole. I feel him expandingmoreinside me, and then he growls like a freakingbeast.
“Val.”
He puts his hands on my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs sweetly, pressing his forehead gently against mine as we cum together. I feel the pressure of his cock so deep inside me, and as he erupts in me, shooting his hot cum deep inside, I melt against him.
“You are my queen, Val. My queen.”
It is still snowing, but the white light outside the window doesn’t come inside his bedroom. Inside, we are covered with the warm, dim glow of soft light, and Cole lays down next to me, molding his body to mine, holding me in his arms as I rest my head gently on his chest. And it is quiet, and my mind is calm. I have no questions to ask him. I only have things to say. I only have thanks and gratitude - and it’s not gratitude that hesavedme. No, not anymore. Now it’s something else. Now it’s just gratitude that we are together.
Crazily together.
And he puts his hand on top of mine, and strokes my fingers gently as I close my eyes and am lulled gently into a deep, warm, peaceful sleep.
