Mountain Man Rescued

“Maybe in your old life,” he says as he releases me, stands back, and takes another sip of his coffee, watching me the entire time. “You get to start over here. It’s only good from now on.”

He’s so sexy, leaning on the post as he fucks me with his eyes.

I keep having to remind myself that I don’t have to be shy with this man. I don’t have to hold back. He’s mine as much as I am his, which means I can do whatever I’d like to him.

“How good?” I ask with a flirty grin as I grab the waistband of his jeans, letting my fingers sink inside. He’s not wearing any underwear under these things and I get a warm shiver when I feel his pubic hair on my skin.

“You keep your hand there and it’s going to get really damn good, really damn fast.”

“And if I take it away?” I ask as I pull my hand back, teasing him.

He shakes his head as he puts his coffee on the railing and steps forward with a simmering heat in his eyes.

My knees get weak as he comes forward and takes me in his big arms. I moan as he presses me against his warm body.

“We’re starting over here, Kennedy,” he says in a deep rumbling voice. “Our future is going to be a good one. I’ll make sure of it.”

I drop my eyes as doubt creeps in. I want to believe him, but… The whole freaking state of California is probably out looking for me now.

As much as I’d like to believe this is permanent, I can’t help but think it’s temporary.

How temporary, I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out in the upcoming days. Or, if I’m really unlucky, the upcoming hours.

“Can you write to me,” I say as my eyes start to water, “if I go back?”

He cups the side of my jaw with his big palm and gazes into my eyes with a loving look. “You’re not going back. You’re going to stay here with me and we’re going to have a full, happy life, filled with wonderful moments and a dozen babies.”

“A dozen babies?” I choke out in surprise. This man is so large, I’m afraid to push out one baby, let alone twelve!

“Or, five. We’ll see.”

Five?!?

Holy heck. I might be safer in prison after all.

“I’m taking care of you now, sugarplum,” he says as he starts kissing my neck. I moan as my head drops back, giving his lips better access. “You have to trust me. Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

The words just slip out, but the doubt is receding. Of course, this man can take care of me. He’ll take care of everything. I don’t think there’s anything he can’t do.

“Good,” he growls as his big hand cups my breast, squeezing it lightly as my pussy throbs.

I reach for the waistband of his jeans once again, only this time, I’m unbuttoning them. He’s rock-hard. I can see the huge thick outline of his erection through his jeans. It’s straining to get out.

My breath quickens as I slide down his zipper.

“Is it getting good?” he asks with a grin.

“So far so good,” I answer, nearly breathless as I reach in and wrap my fingers around his thick hard shaft.

I’m wearing his big bulky hoodie again and only wearing that. Our mouths come together as I pull his cock out and give it a squeeze. It’s a hard desperate kiss that has my pussy aching by the time we pull away.

“Turn around, sugarplum,” he says as those big hands turn me around, not even giving me a chance to do it on my own.

He pulls the sweater up over my bare ass and I grip the wooden railing for support, knowing this is about to get rough in the best possible way.

“Oh yes,” I moan as he drags the head of his dick up my wet slit. He’s so damn big. I forgot how intense it felt as he pushed inside of me last night, but I’m getting a clear reminder now as I feel his head pressing against my wet hole.

He thrusts in hard, sinking all the way inside with one drive of his powerful hips. I cry out as he stretches and fills every inch of my pussy.

My body is rocking back and forth on the porch as this huge man fucks me hard. The morning sun is coming through the trees. The birds are swooping from branch to branch. My knuckles are burning as I cling onto the railing.

I should be in prison right now. I should be waking up on that uncomfortable cot with the scratchy blankets and with the errant spring that’s always digging into my back.

I should be locked up. I shouldn’t be here.

But I am here. Getting fucked hard by a gorgeous mountain man who knows how to rock my world.