Matched to the Mountain Man (Mountain Man Mail Order Bride)

Ella

I still feel like I'm floating when Jamie sets me down on his mattress. I've never felt anything like that before.

Sure, I've touched myself and even made myself come a few times. But even the very best orgasm I managed with my vibrator and fingers didn't come anywhere near close to what I just experienced with Jamie's tongue.

I'm still trying to recover, but I know there's so much more to come and now, more than ever, I'm ready for it.

It's as if that first orgasm he pulled from me had woken something inside me. Something I didn't even know existed.

Jamie's standing at the end of the bed watching me, but I can't quite read the expression in his eyes. "Is everything okay?" I hate the uncertainty in my voice, but there's still such a big part of me that is uncertain about all of this.

Not that Jamie has given me any reason to feel any other way besides wanted from the moment I stepped off the bus, but old habits, or in this case, insecurities, die hard.

"Everything is fucking perfect," he says. "Just like you, sweetheart."

A warm flush floods my body. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around my nakedness.

"Don't do that." Jamie frowns and tugs on his beard. "Don't cover your body. Not from me."

"It's just that, I...I'm not used to..."

"Being worshipped?"

I can't help but laugh. "No. I'm definitely not used to that."

"Well, get used to it, sweetheart, because I plan on doing a whole fuck of a lot of it."

My pussy clenches in anticipation.

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, so I unwrap my arms from around my body and lean back on my elbows, pressing my tits up.

"Fuck yes," Jamie growls.

I let my eyes travel down to the hard ridge in his jeans where his erection must be pressed painfully against the denim. "What about you?"

"You want me naked?"

I nod tentatively, but he's already undoing the buttons of his flannel. The moment Jamie drops his shirt from his shoulders, I suck in a breath. I've never seen a man with so many muscles.

Not in real life, anyway. His arms are like tree trunks, no wonder he can pick me up so easily. He is solid muscle. My eyes trail down his body. Jamie's six-pack has a six-pack, but it's not his abs I focus on. It's the deep V indent carved through his muscles that dips down into his jeans. I swallow hard as I watch him work his belt free and finally pull down the zipper to free himself.

Ho-ly shit.

I don't know what I was expecting, but the giant, hard rod that springs from his boxer briefs and stands at attention between us is not it.

He's huge. No. He's...massive.

There's no way he'll fit inside me. It isn't physically possible.

I don't realize I'm backing up on the bed until I hit the headboard.

"?"

I'm shaking my head, even as he walks toward me. I can't look away as Jamie climbs up on the bed, kneeling with his giant dick swaying gently in the space between us.

"," he says my name again, but I'm still shaking my head. "Yes," he answers my unasked question. "I'll fit."

"It won't," I still can't look away. "It's not poss?—"

He cuts me off by grabbing both ankles and in one quick move, yanks me down the bed so he's hovering over me. My breathing is coming faster and faster, a mixture of desire, fear, and nerves.

"Do you trust me?"

I don't hesitate to nod. He hadn't given me any reason not to.

"Then you need to trust me when I tell you that it's okay." His voice is soothing but strong, leaving no room for argument. "Not only am I going to fit inside your sweet pussy, . It's going to feel so fucking good, you'll beg me not to stop."

Heat shoots between my legs, hot and fast.

"You're so wet." He pushes my legs apart and slides a finger inside me, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're so ready for me." When he pushes another thick finger inside, I cry out from the fullness of it. I've never been stretched like this. My vibrator isn't as big as his fingers together, let alone his— I force myself to focus on the sensations he's drawing from my body so I don't start to overthink things.

"That feels so good." I drop my head back on the pillow when he twists his fingers and curls them up to hit a sensitive spot deep inside me.

No sooner have I spoken, than he pulls his fingers from me, leaving me empty and wanting. I'm about to complain when I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock poised at my entrance.