Mr. Mountain

“Then stay.” I pulled her close.

Just fucking stay.

I wasn’t ready to force it, even if my soul was being ripped apart by the thought of her leaving. I didn’t want a slave that I had to keep chained to the wall. I wanted my beautiful blonde goddess to be there with me because she wanted to be there. I didn’t want to take no for an answer, but I felt like it was the answer she was prepared to give me.

I kissed her deeply, letting it linger there to the point I felt myself getting hard again just from the fire burning between our lips. We were so different, yet we fit together so perfectly. There was a definite difference in our mentality, a long cord of complications which had to be overcome, but I was up for the challenge.

I had to be the only man she would ever love. I had to be the one that held her forever. She was obsessed with a world I had left behind, and she didn’t see the majesty of a simple life. We finally stopped ourselves short of the bedroom and decided it was time for dinner. There wasn’t much conversation at the dinner table because we both seemed to be consumed with the harshness of the following day.

It couldn’t break us. I had to make sure of it. I was ready to bring damnation to heaven and earth if it meant we didn’t have to part ways. I just hoped she would understand.

“We can’t dwell on tomorrow.” She sipped her drink. “We have to make the most of our time together.”

“I can’t help but dwell…” I shook my head. “Tomorrow changes everything.”

“Just…” She shook her head. “Just make love to me one more time before I have to go.”

A darkness started to fill my soul. She was telling me it was over. She was setting fire to everything I wanted.

I’m not a fucking vacation fling…

I took her by the hand and lifted her off the couch. She wanted to be fucked one more time, so she would get fucked.

I clenched my fingers around her ass, holding her tight as we kissed. The primal lust started to build as much as I wanted to tell her exactly how things were going to be, I just couldn’t stare down the face of reality without satisfying my desires.

I took her to the bedroom and started removing her clothes. She was a radiant goddess in the moonlight, a glimmer of heaven that just couldn’t be ignored. By the time I crawled into bed on top of her, I was hard and focused on enjoying the moment. There was a hunger in her kiss and a lust in her eyes. She was no longer a timid virgin—she was a woman who needed the passion of our embrace.

Chapter 9: Heather

Shane seemed like an animal when he took me to the bedroom. I was so hungry for his touch that I didn’t care if it was gentle or rough—I just wanted him. I knew he didn’t want me to leave, and I really didn’t want to go, but it was too complicated to stay.

How can I explain it to him?

I had enjoyed our time together and I wanted to be there with him, but the weight of my life was on my shoulders. I just wanted one more night, one more feeling of passion before we parted ways. When he descended between my thighs and I felt his cock against my pussy, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again, even if it was the last time.

The thoughts of what the sunrise brought evaporated as his cock entered my pussy. I reached out and clamped my hands behind his head, feeling the first thrusts. They hurt because my pussy was still sore and it was like a reflection of the storm in his eyes. Even though there was discomfort at first, it didn’t take long for his thrusting to start moving across my g-spot and bringing back the pleasure I craved.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and one on my ribs as he started to passionately drive his cock into me and my hips joined his thrusts, trying to keep up with his fury. I stared into his eyes, watching the storm continue to build behind his dark round orbs. He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me with a fervor that made me even more excited.

“Show me how much you want me.” I begged.

He took it as a sign to pick up the pace, and I was quickly overcome by the rapture of my body’s erupting pleasure. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them as he continued to fuck me. My mind flashed to all the moments we had together and I wondered how I would ever live without him.

There was so much I didn’t know about him and there was plenty he didn’t know about me, but none of that mattered when I was in his arms. Nothing seemed to matter except the moment we were in. I felt myself bouncing against the mattress as he moved inside of me, going deep with every thrust.

“Harder…” I squeezed his arms.

He slid his arms behind my back and lifted me up, leaning back on his knees. He used the tremendous strength in his legs to bounce me there against his hips and I could meet each thrust. When he slowed down, I took over, planting my feet on each side of his legs and wrapping my hands around his neck.

I lifted myself up and down, riding his cock like it was the only thing that mattered, because in that moment, it was. He leaned back further, letting my legs buckle at the knees so I was straddling him. His hands rested on my hips as I tried to satisfy the ache inside.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said. “I could stare at you forever.”

I couldn’t respond because my body was enthralled in the moment. The first sensations of an orgasm were starting to build. After I rode his cock for several minutes, he lifted his knees and started thrusting upwards. The pleasure was so overwhelming I sank down against his chest.

He wrapped one arm around my back and held my ass with the other as he drove himself into me. They felt like they were powerful enough to send me toppling off the bed if he wasn’t holding me so tight. The first sensation of orgasm quickly started to give away to a full-blown moment of bliss. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, getting harder as his panting growls gave way to exacerbated moans of pleasure.

Damn this is good…