Page 17 of Abandoned on His Mountain

She opens her eyes and swallows hard, nodding. “Yes.”

I nod down at her, feeling my balls fucking bursting with cum again. “Put your hands on your thighs, palms down. Don’t you dare move them.”

She does as she’s told, exactly as she’s told. I dip into her little fuck hole with my middle finger and it makes her shiver. “O-okay.”

“Last night, you think I took your sins from you, huh?” I change my rhythm, drawing her inner labia up against her clit, feeling her heartbeat against her tender flesh, then circling back down into her cunt.

“Yes,” she whispers, eyes fluttering. “It felt like you did. It felt like you made me pure again.”

The way her lips pucker onpuremakes my cock twitch. “You’re not pure, baby. Not yet. But you will be.”

She rocks back slightly with pleasure. From where I’m crouched, I can see her toes curl. I circle back around her clit, applying pressure now on both sides with my fingers, kneading it out toward me, engorging it with blood.

“Oh my god.” Her cheeks flush even redder now, and the blush spills down onto her throat. “But how, how will you make me pure?”

I shiver at the way her accent twists the word ‘pure’, almost like it has a Y in there somewhere.

Orgasm by orgasm, baby. Drip by drip. “Every time you come for me, I’m going to make you a little more pure. That understood?”

“Yeah,” she whimpers. “I think so.”

Now with two fingers I dip inside her, keeping my thumb on her clit. I feel her thighs tremble, clenching tight against the intrusion. She’s sore I’m sure, so I keep it slow and steady. “Iknowso. You trust me? You trust me to make you pure.”

“Yes. Yes, Davis. I do.”

“Beg me, baby girl. Beg me to take the Devil out of you.”

She lifts her hand, instinctively trying to grab for my forearm.

I flash my eyes at her. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

She flattens her palm on her thigh again, and her eyes fill with a sheen of tears. “I want to touch you. I want to be close to you.”

“Give me that fucking cum, sweet girl. And then you can be close.”

Her body rolls with the pleasure that I’m giving her. “Oh my god. Please,please.Please take the Devil from me.Pleeeeeeease,” she sobs, tears spilling down her milky cheeks.

“Come for me, angel,” I growl, sweet words muttered like a curse. “Fuckingcome for me.”

I intensify the contact on her clit, using the back of one knuckle now to force it from her.

More tears, more fight. “Please, Davis.Please. I need to… I want you to…”

I lean in close now, stubble to her sweet cheek. “Shut the fuck up andcome for me,you little sinner.”

Her pussy bears down on me as she registers the words. “I’m gonna…”

I’ve got her exactly where I want her and she’s never getting away. “Come for me right now, baby girl.Right. The. Fuck. Now.”

Her body lets go before her mind knows it. I feel it before she does. She’s coming already as she’s saying, “Please.Please. Please. Make me right. Make me good. Make mepure.”

Her thighs tighten even harder on my hand, making it harder for me to finish her right, but I know that I’ve got more strength in my right hand than she’s got in her whole body.

She comes in a wave of whimpers and tears. Never breaking eye contact, never looking away. As she’s coming, I’m giving her what she needs—all the fucking praise and love she’s been missing all her life. “There you go, baby. Such a good fucking girl,” I growl at her as I keep working her pussy hard and fast. “Such a good little angel. Such an innocent sweet thing. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. Just give it all to me.”

She surrenders with her whole body, her whole soul. Her cries of pleasure fill the little cabin, and for one fucking second, I think of what she’ll sound like when she cries out in a very different kind of pain. When she’s bringing my fucking baby into this world.

Fuck. Holy fuck. I can’t believe that’s where my mind is.

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