Page 14 of Mail Order Mountain Man

“What other things do crazy men do?” she pants, backing into the corner of the barn where I want her.

I grip the rope and flog off the ground and spank her ass lightly before tying her wrists to the post nearby. “I think they tell pretty little cowgirls to get naked.”

Her face flushes. “They do?”

I nod. “Would you like that?”

“I would.” Her breath is barely there as she speaks. “I want you, Cole. I want all of you. Now and always… but that scares the hell out of me. How do I know it so fast? It doesn’t make sense.”

I land my hand on the side of her face and lean into her lips softly. “You just know the same way I do, and I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

She swallows hard. “Fuck me. Please. I need you. I thought about you all last night. I… I touched myself to the thought of you, Cole. Your cock was so big in my mouth, I… I wondered all night what you’d feel like inside of me, stretching me wide.”

God. Her little hand rubbing over her clit as she thinks of me sends an egotistical bolt to my dick.

“And I thought about coming in that tight little pussy, then watching you walk around this ranch, knowing you have me dripping down your legs.”

She sighs and crumbles in my arms.

“Undress for me,” I growl.

Frantically, she pulls off her shirt and pushes down her jeans, taking little lacy panties with them. My clothes aren’t far behind.

Horses whiney behind us and the breeze bellows in from the cracks in the old wood. She’s precious. This moment is precious. Maybe I should hold out.

“Do you want to go back to my place? I don’t want to—”

“Fuck me!” she begs louder. “Tell me what to do. Take control of me, Cole.”

I groan in pleasure at her request, then step around the bale to push it beneath her. I rest my shirt on the dried grass to soften the scratches she’ll endure if she’s thumping against it raw. I slowly tie her hands together, never breaking eye contact.

“On your knees for me, kitty. Bend forward.”

She does as she’s told, whimpering. Not in pain, but out of need… out of desperation.

Her round ass lifts and her swollen, pink, pussy drips with excitement.

How do I not fuck her hard right here and now? How can I make this last?

Bending forward, I lick the sweet juices she’s made for me.

She bounces back and forth, struggling against the restraint of the rope as I devour her.

“Hold still.” I grip her hips tighter. “You want to come, right?”

“Yes, sir.” she pants, trying to hold herself in one spot. She thrashes all over the place, moving her clit as fast as she can against my beard. She needs to release.

“Please fuck me,” she begs. “I can’t wait any longer!”

“Whine for me,” I order, spreading her ass to lick the bundle of nerves presented to me. I circle slow and careful, eating her like this is my first meal after being lost at sea. I’ve never done this before, but her ass is too tempting.

She responds by squeezing her thighs and releasing a guttural moan that leaves me desperate to fuck.

“Now. Please! Fuck me!” Her tone is ragged and out of control.

I suck in a deep breath, trying to control my urges. I want this to last. I want to take my time with her. “You haven’t gotten your spankings yet, kitty.”

“I love it when you call me that! Call me your kitty! Say it again!” Her tone has changed. It’s wild, fevered, desperate, needier than ever.

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