Page 13 of Loved By the Mountain Man

Her body convulses, and she screams my name over and over and over like a prayer to the gods.

I keep my mouth on her cunt and my fingers inside her until the orgasm passes. And even then, I don’t let up. As soon as the tremors stop, I lick her again.

“Oh no. Oh no,” she pants.

I pull my head up. “You want me to stop?”

“No.” Hailey shakes her head in frustration. “I don’t know if I can handle it, Kobe. It’s… the feelings…”

Before I can figure out what’s she’s trying to say, I’ve got my head buried between her legs and she’s moaning again, her hips pushing into my face.

I glance up and she’s leaning back on the wall, her eyes closed, her hands up her shirt playing with her tits.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to get my cock inside this beauty. But not until I’ve done this properly, until I’ve proven that I’m not damaged enough to satisfy her needs.

I find her hard nub, and this time it only takes a few strokes and a few licks until she’s screaming my name and coming again.

I could do this all night. And I do. Every time her orgasm finishes, I bring her to another peak until she’s practically sobbing. I know she’s had enough when she can no longer keep her leg propped over my shoulder. Only then, as the final orgasm subsides, do I slide her off my shoulder and close her sticky thighs.

My leg screams at me as I drag myself up to a standing position, and I have to look away so she doesn’t see the pain. Luckily Hailey’s too drowsy to notice.

“That was fucking amazing.”

Her words are slurring like she’s drunk, and I put my arm around her to stop her from falling over. She leans against me, making my leg scream out. But I don’t tell her about my pain.

She doesn’t need to know about my sore leg. All she needs to know is that I’m the man who’s gonna make her scream his name for the rest of her life. I’m the man who’s gonna make her feel good every night for the rest of my fucking life.

I don’t tell her that, though. She’s too tired, her body a dead weigh in my arms.

Feebly she reaches for my belt buckle, but I stop her hand.

“It’s all right, honey. Let’s get you to bed.”

I’ll have a sore cock all night, but I can tell she’s too tired. I can look after myself later. It was worth it to hear her scream my name over and over again.

“I can’t walk,” she says, sounding surprised. “I literally can’t walk.” But she’s smiling an amazed smile as she says it, and I love that I’ve done that to her. Made her come so hard so many times that she can’t walk.

We stumble to my room, because there’s no way we’re sleeping apart tonight. I tuck Hailey under the covers, and before I can even join her, she’s breathing deeply, fast asleep.

I take care of myself quickly in the bathroom, thinking about her tight wet cunt. And then I climb into the bed next to her. My arm goes around her body, and I pull her close.

“Good night, Sleeping Beauty,” I whisper into her hair.

In the stillness of the night, I can almost believe that she’s truly mine.

8

HAILEY

The smell of bacon wafts down the hallway, permeating the blankets, making my nose twitch under the duvet, and pulling me into consciousness.

Trish must be up cooking like she used to before that asshole of a boyfriend appeared on the scene. My bed feels comfier than usual, and I pull the duvet closer and snuggle deeper into the mattress.

Home hasn’t felt this cozy for a long time.

But something’s different. I can’t hear the kids playing in the yard next door or the neighbor’s TV that’s always blaring. Trish is singing, so at least she’s happy, only the rich baritone that’s rumbling down the hall isn’t Trish’s.

My eyes fly open, and I sit up in bed. A luxurious king size bed with the softest blankets I’ve ever slept in.

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