Page 24 of The Curious Mountain Man

"Yeah?"

His grin becomes a smile. "Yeah. Does the carpet match the drapes?"

I laugh. "Only one way to find out."

He pulls down my pants and underwear with one rough yank, his eyes bulging as he notices my neatly trimmed bush and gets the answer to his question. He skims his fingertips through my bright ginger pubes.

"How do you keep getting better and better?" he murmurs.

I'm hoping it's a rhetorical question, because I wouldn't know how to answer if it isn't.

I feel the same way about him. The more I get to know Branum, the stronger my feelings for him become.

He takes my erect cock in his hands, and a shiver runs through me. No one's ever touched me there. As he slowly starts to jerk me off, I close my eyes and lose myself in the pleasure running through my entire body.

A few moments later, something warm and wet engulfs me. My eyes burst open, then go impossibly wide at the sight of Branum, the big burly mountain man, bobbing up and down on my cock.

He glances up at me and, with his mouth full of my cock, winks.

A very unsexy giggle escapes me, but before I have a chance to get embarrassed, Branum throats me so deep my entire length disappears inside him.

I fall back onto the blanket and hook my legs around him as he continues bringing me so much pleasure with his mouth.

"So, so goooood," I moan, my fingers charging into his thick hair.

I thought I was destined to be a virgin for a long time. I never expected to find anyone, much less someone who sees me, flaws and all, and doesn't just tolerate or accept me. Branum genuinely likes every part of me. He thinks I'm hot and sexy. He wants me, maybe as much as I want him.

And I really,reallywant him.

"M-m-my turn," I stammer, nudging my fingers into his shoulder.

Branum takes one last lick, like he's trying to suck all the flavor out of a lollipop, before pulling off me.

He licks his lips, smirking. "Fuck, you're delicious."

I don't know how to respond to that, so I just point to the bulge in his ridiculously tight pants. "My turn," I say again.

Branum nods, still smirking, as he undresses.

Now, I have seen him naked before, but the close-up strip show I'm getting now is something else. He loses the white button-up first. My hands instinctively reach out, and I rub up and down his chest, his meaty pecs, and his stomach. He's fit as fuck, that much is clear. I run my hands over his stomach, loving how soft his skin is.

He shuffles back, undoes his jeans, and when he tugs them and his briefs down his legs, the biggest fucking cock springs out. It's long, veiny, and about as thick as my wrist.

"Fuck!" I exclaim. "It's so…"

"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, baby."

I hear Branum's words. I do. But I'm going to get that monster inside of me…or die trying.

He lowers himself until our faces are at the same level. He gives me a soft kiss—on the mouth, thankfully—and it's beautiful and sweet and tender.

But right now, I don't want beautiful and sweet and tender.

"I'm ready," I tell him.

He pulls back and stares me deep in the eyes.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me, Branum."

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