Page 9 of Mail Order Mountain Man

Her knees buckle a little as though she likes the name. “Then what if we get lost tonight? What if we let our bodies do what are bodies want to and we let tomorrow be tomorrow?”

“What about the issues with your dad and your virginity? I would hate for you to regret making a split decision in the morning.”

She rocks her hips toward me. “The way this night’s feeling, I’d regret not exploring what was going to happen tonight for the rest of my life.”

“What about protection? I never expected this, so I would need to go get some.”

She stares at me, panting as though she’s as desperate as I am. “Can you pull out?”

I think about the request of pulling out, spilling my come all over her skin, and watching her rub it in.

Fuck.The more my cock throbs, the more my brain surrenders. All thoughts are gone. I’m running on nothing more than instinct.

This isn’t me. I don’t meet women and have sex three hours later. I don’t fall in love easily. Hell, I don’t fall inlikeeasily. I don’t lose control of myself,ever…but here I am.

“Yeah,” I finally say, breathing hard against her plump lips.

Her nails scratch through my beard and she moans into my mouth, unbuckling my jeans with one hand.

“Good girl,” I groan, biting her bottom lip as I pull away. “Do you want me to take control?” I ask out of respect for her, but every part of me wants to dominate her immediately and without permission.

She nods, her big, innocent eyes staring up at me like a sweet fucking angel.

“Okay. Get on your knees.”

She does as I’ve asked and lowers herself slowly, staring up at me with her plump round ass cheeks spilling out from beneath her panties.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.I’m going to make a fucking fool of myself. I’m going to come in three minutes and her first time will be ruined.

“Have you ever done this?”

She shakes her head and an odd sensation of warmth rattles over me. The thought of being the first man in her mouth. The first man in her tight slit.Why the hell does it get me off so much?I’m fucking sick, that’s why.

I push the darkness away and feed the urges taking over my body. I won’t take this for granted. I’ll remember every second of the way her body feels against me.

With my jeans tugged onto the floor, she slides her lips onto my cock, sucking and stroking like one would if they’d never given a blow job. It’s haphazard and wild, unpredictable, and off rhythm, but I love it. She’s wet and sloppy, and tiny little moans escape as she works.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl, as she gags and strokes my cock. I let her go a few moments longer before I start to feel like I can’t take any more. “Stand up and show me your body. I want to see all of you.”

I’m a man I’ve never met. Junie wakes up parts of me I haven’t felt in... fuck… maybe ever.

She looks up at me, unbuttoning the flannel top, dragging it slowly off her shoulders. “I’ve never been completely naked in front of anyone.”

“Do you want to be?” I won’t push her too far. She needs to want this, too.

She nods slowly and my shoulders relax as she lets the shirt fall.

Orange flames flicker onto her skin as she stands in the glow of the fire. Her breasts are round and pert, her nipples hard, and the curve of her hips is wide. Her pulse beats against the arch of her neck as she bends slightly to pull her panties to the ground.

Small hands wrap onto her breasts as she attempts to cover bits of herself from me. I’d never admit it, but I love the shy act. The innocent lamb too afraid to show herself to me.

Fuck.My cock aches.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say, leaning into each breast to suck the exposed nipples.

Her fingers weave through my hair as she moans with each suckle. “I need you, Cole, like I’ve never needed anything.”

My teeth scrape over her hard nipples as my hand wanders between her thighs and brushes her soft pink mound. My breath hitches as I part her with my thumb and rub her wet, glistening pussy. Soft and perfect, she’s never been touched.

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