Page 11 of Aim High Mountain Man
“So..good,” I moaned. He lifted his head to smirk at me as his finger moved upward to run over my clit. He pinched it, causing my hips to jerk and another scream to break loose.
“God, those cries. Let me hear it. I want those screams bouncing off walls over and over.”
“Such..a…talker,” I got out, my head spinning.
“I can’t wait to bury my dick in this dripping pussy. Can’t wait to feel it squeeze my dick. I’ll have you crying out over and over again as I pound harder into you.”
“Oh,” I moaned, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. “So…there.”
“Not….yet.”
His fingers stopped and slipped out, lightly running over my pussy lips, and I groaned in frustration.
“What are you doing?” I panted, needing to let go.
“When you come, baby, I want to feel you around my cock. I want to see you coat it. Until then, you will get as close as I can take you.”
Once more, he slipped his fingers into my pussy, pumping them faster while his thumb played with my clit, and I bucked my hips against his hand.
“Chance,” I muttered through clenched teeth. My body easily got wound up again, seeking a release that wasn’t brought onby me or a toy, but before I could fly over the edge, he stopped again.
“Damn it,” I screamed, about ready to shove him on his back and fuck him instead.
Without warning, he yanked the rest of my clothes off and shed his shorts, leaving my jaw to hang open for what was on display. “Fuck,” I whispered, and he smirked.
“Time to worship you,” with that, his dick slammed into me, and I screamed again.
***** Chance *****
“Holy shit,” I cried out, along with her. She was so tight, so warm, and it was fucking incredible. I couldn’t even recall the last time I had sex, but nothing felt like this.
“You’re so thick.”
I looked down at her, smirking even more. Those were always words men wanted to hear. And I was no different.
Why did this woman twist me up?
Even better, how did this woman undo me?
I hadn't wanted anyone in my life. Didn't need sex. Didn't need contact.
And yet she showed up on my front door, making me feel, making me long, and making me want things I shouldn't.
To be honest, I wasn't looking beyond the here and now with this woman. I honestly couldn't.
“And you feel like heaven,” I told her, pushing into her even faster. “I feel how ready you are.”
“I need…to come…please.”
I absolutely loved hearing her beg. It did something to me, something to my soul, and I reached between us, my fingers pinching her clit, causing her to scream louder than ever. Iclenched my teeth, fighting my own release because I needed to bring her over the edge again and again. I wasn't going to let this be it.
I pulled out of her, looking at my coated dick, groaning at the sight. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked as well, her eyes dilating all over again.
I shifted her to her side, lifting her leg up, and ran the tip of my dick over her slick folds, causing her to shiver. She was still so gloriously wet, and I slipped in with ease. Slowly, I withdrew, making her moan as her over sensitive flesh got stimulated all over again.
“What…the…hell…is that?” she gasped, clearly never having experienced that before.
“Your body is just so riled up, baby. No man should let you come once and then call it quits. A woman's body is exquisite in what it can do and feel. And I'm here to draw it out.”
