Page 15 of Mail Order Mountain Man

I love it. I love when she calls out to me.

With the flog in my hand, I look down at my girl, tied and helpless, her virgin body begging for my cock to stretch her.

“What did I do, sir? Why would I get spankings?” She’s breathless, going along with the scene.

“Well, you denied me yesterday, for one. I wanted to keep you, play with you, fuck you, give you my babies, and you ran off.” I smack her round ass, leaving a small red bruise.

She winces, falling forward and her tits sweep against the cotton on my shirt.

“Again,” she cries, “with your hand. I want your marks!”

Oh fuck. I’ve never spanked anyone before and using my hand makes me uneasy. I’m not sure I know my own strength, and this sweet woman is the last person on Earth I’d ever think to hurt, but the sound of her needing my bruises on her skin gives me a fucking chill like I can’t describe.

I land my hand on her ass, leaving behind prints.

She moans, “Again!”

Fuck me.

I growl out and land my hand on her ass again.

She bounces forward and whines, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!”

With my cock desperate for release, I slide into her plump, tight pussy, and thrust. She’s warm and tight, and when I break through to the deepest parts of her, she squirms and cries for relief as though it hurts.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “The pain will go away. I can take it. I want it.”

I contemplate whether I should listen, but I figure she knows her body, and I’m not sure I could slow down if I wanted to. We’ve built this up for days. I need to come on her.

Thrusting harder, I reach forward and rub her clit as she pulls against the rope.

“Come in me, Cole. I want you inside me.”

Hormones devour all sense of control and reason. I’m not sure what the right decision is anymore, but I’m not sure it matters. My cock is seven inches deep, and she’s screaming like she’s about to alert the whole ranch.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, I thump against her round ass until she clenches me tighter and explodes.

She thrashes against me, convulsing without control. Her tight slit spilling its juice over my aching cock is like magic. She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

Within seconds of her thrashing, I’m coming, spreading my seed inside her tight, young pussy.

As I thrust the last bits of me free, I loosen the rope on her hands, and she collapses against the bale of hay.

My teeth scrape against her shoulders and a growl leaves my throat in a hurry as I grip her round tits in my hand and twist her toward me.

“That was insane, and I think I need it for the rest of my life,” she says with a smile.

I nod, kissing her neck and the lobe of her ear. “Let’s get home and get cleaned up. I can make us dinner and we can figure everything out. I’m never letting you out of my sight again. Got it?”

She grins. “Yes, sir.”

“I like it.” I smile, staring down at the beautiful woman in front of me. I can’t imagine the‘yes sir’thing lasts outside the bedroom, but that’s okay. I need the feisty kitty too.

When our clothes are firmly in place and the bits of hay are picked from our hair, we flick off the barn light, and slide open the door. Standing opposite the scene, only twenty feet away, is Junie’s father.

He’s holding his shotgun.

Chapter Seven

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