Mr. Mountain

“I’m gonna cum.” A loud moan and a grunt followed his words.

His words brought on a new sense of enthusiasm and vigor. I wanted to feel his release inside of my mouth. I wanted evidence I had given him the kind of pleasure I set out to deliver. I could feel the cum surging in his balls and I could feel the pressure in his shaft.

I let him show me what he wanted as

he guided my motions. When there was so much pressure I was sure he would explode, I picked up the pace and swallowed his cock over and over until I felt him throbbing against the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and slid himself deep.

I knew he was going to explode, so I braced myself for the full force of his lust. It didn’t take long once he was ready. I could feel the surge of his cum in the shaft and then it erupted inside my throat. I immediately started swallowing, just trying to stay ahead of his excitement.

This is harder than I thought.

I felt myself choking, but I kept my tongue in motion to extend the pleasure. There were several long streams of cum before he was done, but I managed to swallow every drop before he was spent. There were little words after that. I crawled into his lap and rested my head against his chest, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride in the pleasure I had given him.

Chapter 8: Shane

I wanted the storm to last forever because that would make it less complicated. Things would change when it passed. The beautiful blonde goddess in my arms was mine—she was mine forever.

No man will ever touch you again. I’m the first and the last.

I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I made when I let myself love before. Heather would be dominated, taught, controlled, and disciplined if necessary. I would train her to be exactly what I needed. She had no idea how my far I would go to make sure she remained mine.

I’ll do anything it takes to keep you here with me.

There was a darkness in my soul that had not been tapped for some time. I thought the mountain consumed it and turned me into a celibate hermit, but the conversion had been unsuccessful. I was filled with a new vigor for life, a new desire for the future I dreamed of before. I wanted to grow old in the cabin with her, surrounded by our children. I wanted to provide for her and the family we raised. We wouldn’t need anything else in the world but each other.

“Is it morning?” She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Almost…” I replied, pressing my lips to her head. “You can sleep longer if you want to.”

“I’m not tired…” She looked towards the window. “Will the storm pass today?”

“It should. The roads will be open tomorrow.” I nodded.

She withdrew from my arms and the angst of separation was instant. She walked into the bathroom and started a shower. I heard the sound of the water beating in the tub for several minutes before I finally slid out of bed.

Coffee and breakfast would have to wait because there was something I wanted a lot more than either of them. My cock was already hard when I saw her silhouette against the wall. I walked into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain slowly. She didn’t react with any sort of surprise when I joined her—it was almost as if she was expecting it.

You want me as bad I want you.

She slid her hair to the side and I started applying soap to her back, scrubbing it lightly with my fingernails. When she was rinsed, she started washing me, moving the soap across my torso and around my neck. I turned so she could get my back and as her fingers drifted down to my waist, she reached around and started to stroke my cock. I leaned back against her, feeling the need growing with each motion of her hand.

I reached back and started to stroke her clitoris with my middle finger, moving around it in a circular motion. She was already wet, so wet that the shower couldn’t wash away her desire.

“I’m ready for you.” She pressed her pussy against my finger.

I turned to face her and our lips connected underneath the water, twisting against each other with the passion of unsatisfied lust that had formed since we had fucked the day before. I lifted her leg and placed it on the edge of the tub, dipping my knees so I could press the head of my cock against her pussy. She had gotten extremely tight again, and I had to work my cock in slow. It took a couple of minutes, slowly going in and out as she moaned.

I’ll never get tired of this—damn—so fucking tight.

The shower washed away some of the outer lubrication, but once I was inside, it was nirvana again. When we were connected, I picked her up by both thighs and spun her against the back of the shower. It was slick from the water but I could hold her there for quick, powerful thrusts.

“You’re so freaking strong.” She let out a pant as I held her against the wall.

Strong enough to keep you here forever.

It didn’t take long for her eyes to roll back and her head to fall against my shoulder as she felt the fury of my desire. She was still so tight that there was resistance as I fucked her, but it felt amazing. It wasn’t going to be a marathon by any means, but I was determined to make sure she started her morning with an orgasm. The water ran down our bodies, creating steam in the shower that was magnified by the heat between us.

“You know you’re mine now.” I said in a tense growl against her ear.