Page 24 of Her Mountain Boss
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No.”
His eyes meet mine, hot and possessive. “Good. Maybe I’ll fuck a baby into your belly tonight.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, clinging to him. “Yes. Do it. Fill me with cum.”
He growls, his body tensing, his cock throbbing inside me. He’s close, I can feel it. I can feel the tension in his body, the desperation in his movements. He’s losing control, and I love it. I love knowing that I’m the one doing this to him. That I’m the one making him feel this way.
“Come with me, kitten,” he orders as he starts to rub my swollen clit in firm, fast circles. “Come all over my cock.”
And with that, he thrusts deep, his cock hitting a spot that makes me actually scream. I come hard, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around him as I squirt again. He comes with me, his cock pulsing, his cum filling me, claiming me, marking me as his.
We moan and come in unison, clinging to each other as his cock pulses one last time. I can feel the heat of him inside me, filling me. My clit feels swollen, my pussy used.
And I love it.
Ford’s mouth claims mine in a deep, slow kiss. He murmurs against my lips, “You were amazing, kitten. So fucking perfect.The sweetest good girl for me.” His hands cup my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, his touch tender yet possessive.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, pulling back just enough to search my eyes.
I shake my head, a soft smile playing on my lips. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was… that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Relief washes over his features, and he kisses me again, this time with a gentle hunger that makes my toes curl. We lose ourselves in the kiss, our tongues sliding together, our breaths mingling. It’s intimate and raw, a silent promise of more to come.
Eventually, Ford pulls away, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at me. He slowly pulls out, and I wince slightly at the loss of him. His gaze drops to my pussy, and he lets out a low, approving groan. “Fuck, Sophia. You’re such a pretty mess with my cum leaking out of you.”
I blush, feeling both embarrassed and turned on. Ford’s fingers trail lightly over my sore pussy, spreading his cum, marking me as he massages it into my used hole, my clit, my lips. The sight of it, the feel of it, the smell of it, is so dirty and so right. So perfect.
Without warning, Ford stands from the bed and scoops me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I sigh happily, loving the feeling of his skin against mine. He carries me into the adjoining bathroom, his stride confident and sure. He turns on the massive walk-in shower, and we kiss and kiss as we wait for the water to heat. When it’s warm enough, he picks me up again and sets me down gently in the shower, the warm water cascading over us.
How is this my life right now? I just lost my virginity to my much older, very hot boyfriend and now we’re taking a showertogether. I could squeal with pure happiness. I just might, honestly.
He lathers soap in his hands and begins to wash my body, his touch gentle yet firm. He starts at my shoulders, working his way down my arms, my back, my breasts. His fingers circle my nipples, drawing out a soft moan from deep within me. He continues down, washing every inch of me, his touch lingering on my hips, my thighs.
“So fucking pretty and sweet,” he breathes. “Tell me again you’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, Ford.”
“Tell me you’ll stay here with me. Tell me you won’t go back to the city.”
“You want me to stay?” I ask, the words coming out shaky as he teases my nipples with featherlight touches.
“I love you, Sophia. Of course I want you to stay.”
Can a heart explode? Because I think that’s what mine is doing right now.
“I love you, too, Ford.” The words come easy, like breathing. A laugh bubbles out of me. “God, we’re crazy, aren’t we?”
“Absolutely nuts,” he agrees and then kisses me, slow and sweet. He keeps washing me as we kiss, and when he reaches my pussy, he’s gentle, careful. He cleans me thoroughly, his fingers slipping inside me, making me gasp. “You’re so sensitive, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I love how responsive you are.”
He continues to wash me, his touch growing more intimate, more possessive. He spreads my lips, washing every inch of my pussy. His fingers slip inside me again, and I clench around him, a soft whimper escaping my lips.
“Are you sore, baby girl?” he asks in a soft, soothing tone.
“A little, but…” My cheeks go hot. “I still want more.”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll give you everything you need.”
