Baby For The Mountain Man

He cupped me and began rubbing me with the heel of his palm, grinding himself against me slowly, and our moans mixed together.

“And I love when you touch me like this. Oh, you’re going to make me come...”

He sped up his movements, this time rubbing my clit with his thumb while his middle finger moved around my entrance. I arched my back when he started fingering me, relentlessly thrusting inside of me as he ground faster against me. The pressure reached its peak, and I came with a scream, writhing against his rigid body as the waves of pleasure coursed through me on repeat.

“Fuck. I need to be inside of you right now.”

Before my orgasm even finished, he pushed me to my fours and plunged into me from behind, holding my hips in place as he drove inside me faster and faster.

“Ah! So tight!”

He grabbed my hair and jerked my head backward, making me look at him over my shoulder. “I need you to come for me again. I need your pussy to squeeze me like a fist... Come on.”

His demanding words were a major turn-on, which was exactly what I needed to fall apart just three seconds later, calling his name in frenzy. I was hypersensitive now, unable to think about anything but the massive amount of pleasure he was creating in me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t stand this anymore, beyond myself with ecstasy, he pulled out of me and jerked off, sending his cum all over my lower back and butt.

He didn’t say anything as he tried to catch his breath, leaning his head against my shoulder. I was struggling with breath myself, my legs wobbly as I let him hold me for a while.

“If we keep doing this, we’ll never get out of this room,” I joked when we got out of the bathroo

m half an hour later, freshly showered.

“Yeah? Well, right now I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He moved away from me, his face turning serious. “But we will have to because we have dinner with my parents tonight.”

I sat down on the bed, remembering that he’d mentioned we would be visiting his parents, and since it was his father’s birthday, the occasion was pretty special. “Oh boy. Now that you mention it, I feel a bit nervous.”

He sat next to me and cupped my cheek, smirking at me. “Don’t be. Even though my mother can sometimes be too pushy and all, she’s cool, just like my father. I’m sure they will like you.”

“Thank you. I know this might sound awkward, but have you brought a girl before to your house?”

His smirk turned into a huge smile. “Only once. It didn’t end well.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because she had a wild streak. We were seniors in high school, and in that period my mother was pushing me more than ever to focus on my studies and think about my future. I was a straight-A student, a future Ivy Leaguer, but she still worried about me. So, when I came with that girl for a family dinner, she blew her top and chased her out.”

I gaped at him. “She chased her out?”

“Yes. Can you imagine that?”

“Oh wow. Poor girl.”

“Yeah. You can imagine what happened after that. We broke up that same week.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not like my heart was broken or anything.”

“But what did you say to your mother?”

“I told her that I won’t ever bring another girl to meet her again.”

“Ouch. I take it she didn’t react well.”

He ran his hand through my wet hair, his warm eyes following his fingers. “And that’s an understatement. Since then, she’s been pestering me to finally find a girlfriend and bring her to meet her, which was why she was more than happy to hear about you.”

“About me?”