Mountain Man Fixated - Page 15

I pull away, keeping my arms caging her in as I look down at her. She stares back up at me with a heated gaze. I can see just how much she needs me. It’s the little things—her open mouth, her eyes that are starting to shine with lust, her chest moving up and down with quick breaths. She wants this as badly as I do.

“There’s no other man in your life?” I ask her firmly. She’s never given me a firm answer and I have to know.

She shakes her head. “No. There never has been.”

“You’re a…”

I can’t even say the word in case it’s not true. My heart is stopped as I wait for her honest answer.

“I’m a virgin,” she says and my body floods with relief. “I guess I’ve been waiting for you too. Isn’t it funny how life happens sometimes?”

“It’s fate guiding our hands along,” I tell her. “That’s how I’m so sure that we’re meant to be together.”

She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me back onto her. “Kiss me again.”

I crush my lips to hers and the intensity sparks a fire between us. My body is burning as I taste her sweetness. My cock is achingly hard. I want to explore every inch of her.

Fuck waiting until after dinner. I want to have her now.

I climb on top of her and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

My flannel shirt she’s wearing rides up her bare legs and there’s nothing but a thin layer of damp cotton panties between me and her virgin cunt.

I pull away from her mouth and look down at her. Her intense need is clear in her eyes.

She’s ready for my cock. It’s clear by the way her thick hips are moving, grinding her pussy against me as she moans and struggles to pull me back onto her.

“You want to skip right to dessert, don’t you?” I say as I slowly drop my eyes down to her pussy. The white cotton covering her mound has a damp spot on it just as I expected it would.

The sight of her wetness, the sight of her need, causes my chest to tighten and my cock to jolt.

“How wet is this little kitty?” I ask as I drag the side of my finger over her. It’s so soft. So wet.

Her eyes fall closed as she shudders. “Oh, Cyrus,” she moans. “Don’t take your hand away.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I say, teasing her as I bring my finger to my nose and take a deep inhale of her heady scent.

The smell of her cunt sets a fire within me and I’m suddenly unable to take it slow. The cool control is gone. Her intoxicating scent has gone straight to my head. I need to taste her. I need that cunt.

I grab my shirt and yank it off. Her eyes widen in excitement as she looks at my jacked torso. Her cold hands start running all over my chest and arms as I lean down and grab two fistfuls of the flannel shirt she’s wearing.

With a grunt, I rip it open, sending buttons flying as I get a front-row view of my girl’s beautiful tits spilling out of her bra.

“You’re never leaving here,” I say, unsure of how serious I am. “You’re going to be my sex slave from now on.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” she says with a flirty grin.

She’s incredible. She’s perfect.

The need to own her becomes unbearable. It’s overpowering every thought I have.

I don’t just want to own her, I want to breed her too. I want to stuff her ripe little womb full of babies.

I need to have her in every single way. Nothing is going to stop me. There’s no one for miles to stop me even if they could.

I’m going to fuck her ripe little cunt with my big raw cock and unload every drop of seed I can into her womb over and over again until my child is growing inside her. It’s all I can think about now. I’m single-mindedly fixated on that goal.

But first, I want a taste…

“You’ve been tempting me with these beautiful tits all day,” I say as I grab the middle of her bra in a fist. “The teasing is over.”

She moans as I yank it down. Her breasts pop free and I nearly collapse at the sexy sight of her firm pink nipples staring up at me.

I’m on them at once, sucking and licking every inch of her tits as she runs her hands through my hair, keeping my mouth on her.

I grip one in each hand and suck on one nipple then the other. Her hips are back to grinding against me, teasing my cock until I can’t take it anymore.

I kiss her hard on the mouth and then suddenly stand up. She’s so fucking beautiful as she looks up at me with those innocent green eyes.

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