Man of the Mountain

He eases my knees apart and lowers his head. “Relax, okay, sweetheart?” His tongue runs over my slit, and I squeeze my eyes shut as the intense pleasure courses through me. His thick beard tickles my most private place, and yet I am not the least embarrassed. I feel beautiful and seen, I feel like his. And maybe that is crazy — we just met — but it doesn’t feel crazy. It feels meant to be.

Destiny.

I run my hands through his thick hair as he flicks his tongue over my clit, lighting a fire in my belly that he knows how to handle. He licks me with such intensity that I’m forced to clench my teeth, my knees buckle. “Easy there, Katie. Just breathe.”

“Okay,” I sigh, wanting this to last all night. Kutter adds a finger, then a second, to my center, teasing me open.

“You’re so nice and tight, so fucking tight.” He growls in pleasure, his hand lifting my ass, fingering me as my pussy begins to drip for him. He lowers his mouth, licking it up, all my juice, and he flicks his tongue over me so quickly that I’m forced to clench the sheets with my fists, as if holding on for dear life. The sensation intensifies as he moves his fingers harder against me.

“There you go, sweetie. You’re so nice and wet. Now relax, let that cunt of yours have some more fun. Let me make you squirt.”

“You like that, how wet I am?” I pant as he drapes one of my legs over his shoulder, fingering me deeper until I’m covering my mouth with my arm, holding back my moans of delight.

“I love your juicy cunt.” He fingers me until the orgasm runs up and down my spine, until the sheets are soaked with my releases, until his mouth is so deeply buried against my pussy that there’s no space between us at all. The only thing between us is desire.

“Oh god,” I whisper, forcing my cries to subside, my voice frantic and soft. I want more — now. To be consumed by his cock the way he’s just consumed me with his mouth.

He massages my breasts with his hands as I come down from the orgasm, my body his for the taking, and god, he knows how to take me in the most satisfying way. The pleasure runs up from my toes to my belly and I’m panting, needing more.

“Harder,” I whisper. “I want… I want…”

I don’t know how I want it — I just want him. I want that big, thick cock of his to fill me up and make me a woman. His woman. Now.

“God, you taste so sweet. Your virgin hole is so fucking tight,” he growls. “I need you. You understand that, Katie?”

I nod. “I need you too.”

“Yeah? You need my cock? Because sweetie, it’s gonna ruin you for all other men.”

“I don’t want other men,” I moan. “I want you. You.”

“Good.” He takes my hand and places it on his shaft. “Because I want you too. Feel how hard I am? That’s for you, Katie. You alone.”

“You’re so big… I don’t think you’ll…”

“Oh, I’ll fit, alright. I opened your pretty pussy up nice and good. You’re ready.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I tease. “Show me what kind of mountain man you really are.”

“I’m your mountain man, Katie. Yours.” He begins to fill me up with his velvety length, so hard and rigid. Just like my pussy’s been primed for him, his cock is raging and ready for me.

His cock enters me and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. I’m bound to him, I won’t let go. He seems to understand the emotion rising within me, the need. My need for him. I want him to be my anchor, my shelter from the storm.

His cock fills me up, and tears slide down my cheeks. He sees them, but doesn’t wipe them away. He isn’t scared of my emotion, my release… he leans in, kissing my lips, my salty tears, my nose, my neck, my ears. He doesn’t want a portion, he wants all of me.

“God, I love you,” he says as his cock moves inside me, my pussy open for him in ways I didn’t think possible. It hurts, but not in a scary way. In a safe way. He wraps me up in his arms, and I fit right against him. My curves aren’t too big, my baggage too much, my fears too insurmountable.

“I love you, Katie,” he says again.

And somehow… I believe him. I believe Kutter loves me.

“No one has ever said that to me before,” I say, my breath shaky, scared. “Never once.”

“Oh love, then let me say it a thousand times over. Again and again and again. I love you. I love you. I love you.”