Mountain Rough
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“This is pretty heavy.” She squeezed my hand a little harder. “Keep going, please.”
That almost made me smile—she’s better at this than she realizes.
“Mild, mostly. Mistakes were made, I suppose.” I shrugged, took a huge gulp of my whiskey, and finished my story by relaying the conversation I had with Sheriff Thompson.
“Do you think Sharon married Brandon because she was mad at you for leaving her?” Mandy bit down on her bottom lip as if she was trying to solve a problem in her head.
“Maybe.” I shrugged again. “I don’t know. He was literally one aisle over from us when we were talking at the supermarket and she never mentioned who she married. If she wanted it to hurt, that would have been the first opportunity, I guess.”
“Then that means Brandon is the prime suspect.” She narrowed her eyes into a very cute squint.
“Prime suspect?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Sorry, I’ve watched too much Law & Order. I mean, he got the girl, so I guess in the end, he got everything he wanted. Although, he did threaten to hurt you.” She shrugged and tapped her fingers against the hand she was previously squeezing. “Unless this is all a ploy and the big twist is that he’s actually your long lost brother who has come back to take his birthright—Blue Ridge Resort.”
“No.” I laughed—I laughed louder than I had in a while. “This place is an obvious dump. His family owns so much land around here that none of them would ever have to work again if they sold half of it. Hell, it might be several generations before a Remington had to get a job.”
“So that just leaves Sharon, the jaded ex-girlfriend who has come back with a vengeance to make you suffer for your mistakes.” She spoke in a mocking, sinister voice that made me laugh again. “Perhaps, she’s teamed up with your newest ex, and I’m their secret lesbian lover sent to distract you until they can make their final play.”
“Lesbian, huh? You did take quite a licking.” I flicked my tongue at her.
“I could put that to good use.” She slid closer. “Or, I could return the favor and take your mind off all of this.”
“Have you ever done that before?” I raised my eyebrows.
“No, but I never had anyone do what you did ear
lier.” She slid her hand across my leg. “I’m ready to do something else I’ve never done either.”
Chapter 9: Mandy
I made Red laugh. More importantly, I discovered that underneath the rough exterior was a man that did have something resembling a heart. He made his choices. Some them, I understood. Some of them I didn’t. It seemed like had the perfect life in Blue Ridge before he ran towards an uncertain future. It was reckless and I couldn’t see myself ever making that kind of decision. If I had someone that loved me like that, I could never run from them. I’d move heaven and earth to make sure we stayed together. Perhaps it was just the romantic in me that simplified things and viewed the world through rose-colored glasses.
What is important now is just distracting him for a little bit. Hopefully I can do that, even if I’ve never done this before.
I had a rough introduction to lust courtesy of Red’s calloused hand. I felt something strange going on inside me, something that was pushing me forward, even when there were moments when I wanted to run away. I didn’t have to go over his knee, but before he was done, I had begged for it. Ten agonizing smacks and as each one landed, all I could think about was the pleasure that was coming when the spanking ended. My thoughts had merged the two together, as if they were forever intertwined. Pleasure and pain. Sacrifice for bliss. It was almost intoxicating.
Don’t screw this up…
Red shifted on the couch as I started to unfasten his jeans. I could already see the outline of his cock, getting hard against the tough denim, before I ever got them unzipped. He lifted up so I could slide his jeans, along with his boxers, down to his knees. Watching his dick swell until it was the same size as I saw the night before made my pussy tingle. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel inside me. It looked like it would break me in half if he did the things to me that I saw in the porn video he was watching. I wrapped my hand around his girth, moving along the length as I felt it for the first time. It was thick and when I started to slide my hand at a faster pace, it twitched slightly against my palm.
Okay, here we go.
I leaned forward and extended my tongue, rolling it around the swollen glans. I heard an immediate reaction that sounded like a gasp of pleasure. I moved my tongue along the underside, feeling it throb when I moved my tongue down to his balls. I circled them and left a trail of saliva, which made him clench his fists and groan. I wondered if he felt the same eruption of lust when he felt my tongue like I had when I felt his. I moved my tongue back up his shaft and paused when I got to the glans. I circled it several more times as I tested the way it felt against my tongue and the way he reacted. His body moved and his perfect abdominal muscles clenched. He was definitely in ecstasy, and I hoped I could make it even better.
I’m not even sure my mouth is this big and I know my throat isn’t this deep.
I opened my mouth and felt the glans against my lips. It definitely wasn’t going in easily, not without some discomfort. I stretched my jaw muscles until it felt like they couldn’t be pushed any further before I finally brought him into my mouth for the first time. The glans was past my lips, but there was a lot more to go. His weight shifted and it cause more of his length to pass across my lips. His groan got even louder and it was followed by a grunt. I licked what I could, massaging him with my tongue while I moved my head in a bobbing motion. Once that part was covered with saliva and easier to maneuver across my lips, I went further down his shaft, sending him deeper into my mouth.
“Oh yeah, that’s fucking awesome.” He put a hand on my head and grunted.
If my lips weren’t stretched around his girth, I would have probably smiled. I loved the feeling and the power of having his pleasure at my fingertips. He had done the same to me, torturing my body until I begged. I wasn’t confident enough to make him beg, but I wanted him to squirm a little and show me how bad he wanted me to continue. I kept the few inches I had in my mouth moving against my lips, but didn’t go any deeper. I repeated the motion at least a couple of dozen times before I finally felt him pushing down on the back of my head.
“More, I want to feel you swallow it all.” He grunted with pleasure as he spoke.
You will, but not yet.
I rewarded him by taking a little more across my tongue, but stayed there without letting him go deeper. I turned my head like I had seen the girl in the video do, making my lips twist around his girth as I went up and down his shaft. His muscles tightened even more and there was a quick gasp that rushed out of his throat in a growl. He wanted more and I had every intention of taking every inch deep into my throat so I could feel him erupt the same way I saw the night before when he pleasured himself. I accomplished the first part of my mission at least—he was definitely distracted from whatever turmoil had started to brew in his head. I moved, feeling him throb against my tongue.