Cave Man Need Wife (The First Mountain Man)

I nod. “Please. That’s what I want, Rock. I want you to fill me up with your cock, I want you to touch me as I come.”

“Damn, I didn’t think a sweet thing like you had such a mouth. And I think if you climb on top of me again, then we will be just fine,” he tells me.

I smile, liking the way he looks at me. “You made me feel so good, I want to make you feel good too.”

I straddle him, my pussy still so wet, my need so real. He massages my breasts, drawing me close so he can suck on them, one then the other, his tongue twirling around my nipple, and I begin to stroke his long, thick shaft.

“I’ve never touched a cock before,” I admit.

“And what do you think?”

“I think it’s bigger than I imagined.”

He grins. “That’s because I’m a cave man, darling.”

I laugh, but also begin to whimper because his hand runs over my ass, squeezing my cheeks and making me feel so deliciously wanted.

“Are you okay?” he asks as I stroke him, grinding my pussy against his length.

I nod. “I’m so good.”

“You’ll be better if you lift your ass and sink down on my cock.”

“You think I can take you?” I lick my lips, sure his massive size is going to split me.

“Nice and slow, Rosie, you got this.”

He nudges my ass up, and I lock eyes with him as I begin to ease him inside of me, so very slowly. An inch at a time, moaning loudly as I do, my core on fire. It hurts in the most incredible, soul-searching way. Like he is on this journey through time with me and it’s just the two of us here, forever. Together. And I don’t know if I believed in miracles before, but this moment is absolute bliss and it might be as close to magic as I’ve ever known.

I gasp as he fills me. My pussy, it’s hot and tight, but he is right – nice and slow, somehow he is filling me, and I am against him, and he wraps me in his arms, and I swear I want this moment to last a lifetime.

“Oh, Rock,” I moan, tears in my eyes, but this is not me in agony, not looking for a way back – the tears fill my eyes because I want to stay in this moment for the rest of time.

“Don’t stop,” he tells me, his cock buried inside me. He laces his fingers with mine and I fall into whatever trap he’s laid. I want to be caught. Captured. His.

I move my hips, ever so slightly, his size penetrating me in a way I didn’t know was possible. And when he tells me he’s close, I know I am too. I move faster, coming against him, my juices coating him, and I need him to come deep inside of me, to prove that this is all real. He is real.

“Fuck,” he growls, my cave man coming, and I smile, lost in the ecstasy of him and me—us.

When we finish, I roll off him and he tucks me in close, under his arm, and kisses me again and I close my eyes, memorizing everything.

“You believe in falling in love in a day?” he asks me.

I open my eyes, catching my breath. “Before you, never. Now?” I close my eyes, choosing my words. He kisses my forehead. I adjust myself, resting a hand on his chest, looking at him directly. “My dad is Sergeant Langham,” I tell him.

“What?” he shakes his head. “What do you mean?”

I smile, shaking my head. “I know, it’s crazy. But he’s my dad. I’m Rosalie Langham and we’re from Fort Worth, Texas, and he was always away on missions my whole life. I remember when he came home from Baghdad. He said a good man named Rockwell saved his life, that he’d give that man anything.”

“That’s crazy,” Rock says in disbelief.

“You know how I told you I wanted my dad to give his blessing to whoever I ended up with?”

Rock nods, tucking back a lock of my hair.

“I think he did, Rock. I think… maybe you are right. Maybe this was fate. Me finding that portal, finding you. I mean, what are the chances?”

“Pretty damn slim.” Rock pulls me to him, kissing me softly. “You saying you want to marry me?”

I laugh. “I guess maybe I am. You said you needed a wife and, well, I want to be your bride.”

“I can’t give you a white wedding dress or a church. Hell, I can hardly keep you safe.”

“We will keep one another safe,” I tell him.

“It’s been one day, Rosalie. You ready for these kinds of promises?”

“You suddenly scared of commitment?” I trace a heart on his firm chest.

He shakes his head. “No. With you, I’m not scared of anything.”