Page 15 of The Silent Mountain Man

Confident that he is, I sheathe my cock, grease it with lube, and align myself to his body. So far, I've managed to stay in control. Set the pace. Slowed him down when he got a little carried away. Made sure he's prepped and ready for me.

But I know that as soon as I enter him, my self-control will snap, and I'm going to fuck him to within an inch of his life. He thinks I'm some big, hot mountain man now, wait until he experiences what I've got in store for him.

I nudge the head of my cock into his channel. Eddie seizes up, his hands gripping my biceps.

"It's okay," I assure him. "I'll go slow."

His throat bobs, then he brings those beautiful eyes to meet mine. "I trust you."

My chest swells with pride, loving hearing those words. For some inexplicable reason, I have this need, thisurge, to make Eddie feel safe with me. It's been with me from the second I stepped out of my pickup truck and saw him stranded on the side of what was left of the road.

I push a little deeper into him. His eyes flutter closed, and he starts breathing deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth.

Only once he loosens up a little do I plunge in some more, more,more, until finally, I'm fully seated in his luscious warmth.

"Could stay here forever," I murmur. "You feel so good."

"This is heaven," Eddie agrees with a contented sigh. "But now that my ass is used to you, it's hungry. It needs a pounding. Know anyone up for the job?"

"Watch me."

I withdraw my cock until the tip of my crown is at his entrance, then slam my hips into him.

I do the same thing.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Treating him to a series of long, hard, ball-slapping thrusts.

Nowthatshuts him up.

I pick up the pace. It's rare for me to fuck, and it’s even rarer to find someone who can take all of me, but it's like Eddie's body was made for me.

I fuck into him with deep, punishing thrusts, and he takes everything I dish out.

He curls his hands around the back of my neck, and we stare at each other, as I drive myself into him, over and over.

He brings a hand to his dick and starts getting himself off.

"Fuck," I growl at the sight. "That's so hot."

"I'm close." He bites his lip. Like he's worried.

"Come for me."

"But I don't want this to be over yet."

"My sweet, silly City Boy." I come to a halt the next time I bottom out, after sinking my entire length hard into him. "If you think you're only coming once tonight, you're sadly mistaken."

I pound into him through his first orgasm…and his second.

Sensing his ass might need a slight reprieve, I coax out his third climax with my mouth.

"I'm spent," he murmurs, as I re-enter his gaping, well-used hole.

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