Chapter 10
Whiskey
I don’t know how I got so damn lucky that this beautiful girl stumbled into my cabin. If I could track down that scammer, I’d send him the world’s biggest thank-you gift. He gave me a treasure he doesn’t even know it.
Now, she’s shrugging off her shirt and letting me see these perfect breasts. They’re more than generous handfuls, and I want to spend the rest of my life teasing them, suckling them, playing with them.
Beneath my white towel, my cock grows hard. All of my blood is headed down south, but I force myself to hold onto my last shred of control. “Are you sure?” My voice comes out harsh and deep. I’m an animal waiting to pounce, my muscles aching from the need to devour her.
When she nods, I join her on the couch. She’s looking at me with so much trust in her eyes.
Her head is so close to mine that our breaths mingle.
When she tilts her lips toward mine, I meet her the rest of the way.
Our lips are crashing against each other.
My arms go around her body, and I pull her into my lap. Heaven, I’ve found heaven.
When she moans against my mouth, I use the moment to slip my tongue inside. Slowly, I stroke her, learning all the places that make her arch against me, fusing our bodies together.
She breaks the kiss long enough to gulp down oxygen but even as she does, she’s gripping my biceps. Her nails dig into my tender flesh, and I love the bite of pain. Her eyes are dilated, pupils blown. Every desperate gasp for oxygen pushes her perfect tits higher, and I need to see her fully naked.
“I want to lick your pussy,” I make the crude confession without remorse. Ever since she mentioned being bare down there, I’ve wanted to see those plump lips. Wanted to touch them and run my tongue across her hidden pink areas.
She shivers in my arms, her pointed nipples grazing against my chest. I could come right here with her in my arms. It wouldn’t take much to set me off, but I want to make this good for her. I suspect she’s a virgin like me. If I get the opportunity to be her first, I’ll damn sure take care of her.
“I want that too.” Her words are a needy moan.
Animal need courses through my veins, something primal in me rising up and demanding that I satisfy my curvy girl. “Lean back.”
She scrambles to do what I asked, gazing up at me with so much trust. I swear to myself in this moment that I will always be worthy of that trust. I won’t ever break her heart or be the reason she cries. She has a mountain man she can depend on, one who will delight in meeting her every need.
I lean over her, seaming our lips together again. I love my weight over her, love the feeling of her body writhing against mine. I kiss her slowly, savoring these moments. She needs to know that I’m here for more than just her body. I’m here for her, all of her.
I press kisses to her jaw, nibble on her earlobe, and move down the column of her neck. Her little moans and whimpers are my soundtrack as I feast. I move down, inch by agonizing inch. I’m not sure which one of us I’m teasing.
I spend long minutes exploring her body, sucking on her generous tits, and licking my way down her rounded belly. I knead her flesh, murmuring words of appreciation for her beautiful curves. She’s sharing them with me, giving me the gift of her body.
When I get to her skirt, I flip it up. No need to remove it. I love these tight little things that always frame her pretty ass.
As soon as I spot panty-clad mound, I lean close and inhale deeply. Her aroma is intoxicating, and my mouth is watering already.
Sophie is on her elbows, looking down at me with a glassy gaze. She gives me the slightest nod, and I reach for her wet panties. I remove them slowly, pulling them over her ankles.
She parts her thighs for me, and the sight of that bare slit makes my cock even harder. I reach down and squeeze the fucker. My come is now hers. It belongs in her body.
“I like the way it feels to be bare,” she murmurs as if I need an explanation. I don’t. Just the fact that she’s letting me see her is precious to me.
“It’s arousing as fuck,” I tell her. It’s Sophie. I like everything about her. She could grow a full bush later, and I’d find that arousing too.
Dipping my head, I nuzzle the inside of her thighs. Fuck, the smell of her wet pussy is my new favorite scent. I want it all on my face and in my beard. Gonna wear it like cologne so any bastard who comes near her knows that I’m the man who satisfies her.
She giggles and when I look up at her, she offers softly, “I like your beard.”
“Then let me show you want it can do,” I growl as I spread her pussy lips with my fingers. Fuck, all that pink perfection is mine. She belongs to me now, and I’ll be the man who lives on his knees to please her.
I lick a broad stripe along her seam.
Instantly, her thighs go around my ears, squeezing me tight. But it’s not enough to mute the sounds of her pleasure.
I eat her out, licking her until she’s tugging my hair so hard my scalp stings. She screams out her pleasure once, but I don’t stop. I keep licking her through it. I need another one. Probably a dozen more before I’m satisfied that she’s been pleasured.
I pin her hips down and wedge my shoulders between her thighs. Then I work my fingers into her tight little opening while sucking her bud into my mouth. She gasps and cries out when she feels my big digits moving inside of her, mimicking what I want to desperately to do with my cock.
I grind myself against the couch cushions, but there is no relief. Nothing will feel as good as coming inside her body.
Between her thighs is my new favorite place I decide when she shatters again, flooding my fingers with more moisture. She’s so damn wet and tight. I don’t know how I’ll ever work my big cock into her.
She whimpers as the release ends, and I kiss my way back up her body. I push her hair from her sweaty forehead. She’s my forever, and I can’t let her leave. She has to stay with me forever.
Sophie
“You made me feel so good,” I murmur as I lie naked on Whiskey’s couch. The air inside the cabin is thick with the scent of our arousal, but I don’t care at this moment. All that matters is becoming one with my mountain man. As soon as I can feel my legs again.
“That’s what I was aiming for,” he chuckles.
I glance down at the bulge underneath the towel. It’s bigger than before, and another round of moisture floods my body. I already want him again. He’s made me insatiable.
“This towel needs to come off,” I reach for where he’s tucked it at his waist, eager to see his hardness.
He puts his hands over mine, the gesture stopping me. “We don’t have to go that far.”
I fake a pout. “You also said that I could set the pace. And I want you to strip off that towel and fuck me like you mean it.”
His blue gaze darkens, and he lets me undo the towel so I can see his massive shaft. It’s so much bigger than I imagined. It only makes me want him more.
He reaches for it, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t lick your lips when you look at me.”
“Then put it inside of me,” I whine and spread my legs so he can see my glistening entrance. If he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might explode right here.
He pumps his thick girth. “I don’t…this isn’t something I’ve done before.”
“You’re a virgin?” I ask, the idea making me happy. I wouldn’t care if he wasn’t a virgin like me. But the thought that we’re getting to share this experience together for the first time makes it extra special in my eyes.
“Yeah,” he grunts out the word. “But that means, I’m not…uh, prepared. I don’t have condoms or…”
“I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it since I was a teenager to regulate my periods,” I explain, liking the idea of taking him bare. There’ll be nothing between us, only his body deep inside of mine.
He’s panting now, a glassy look in his eyes. He speaks like it’s taking all of his effort to concentrate on this conversation and not his aching cock. “I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, tell me. Fuck, I’ll find a way to stop.”
I’ve never been more turned on. This is man doesn’t just arouse me. He makes me feel special and cared for. From the moment I arrived, he’s looked after me. He hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think he ever will.
Whiskey rolls over me. Instead of immediately pushing into me, he grinds our bodies together. His cock nudges at my swollen folds while he kisses my neck. He sucks and nibbles until more moisture is dripping from me and I’m pleading with him to push inside of me.
He lines up our bodies and shoves his broad head inside. The stretch burns at first but slowly eases.
When he reaches for my clit, he circles it gently with his thumb. He’s saying things to me. But I’m not sure what he’s saying because I’m already lost in a haze of pleasure having been primed from the previous orgasms.
The glassy look in his eyes tells me that he’s as far gone as I am.
When he pushes through my virgin barrier, there’s a moment of pain.
He instantly stills himself and presses little kisses to my forehead.
He’s murmuring something again, calling me his good girl.
He’s reassuring me that it will feel good in a minute, that he’ll always be the man to satisfy me and take care of my urges.
When the pain recedes, I open my eyes and let out a breath, sinking into the moment with him.
He’s been holding himself so still. There’s sweat on his forehead making his hair stick to his face. When I give him a nod, his control snaps. He pulls all the way out only to thrust quickly inside again.
He feels so good. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy, complete, and safe because I’m right here with him.
“Come one more time,” he murmurs softly when I clench around him. The orgasm barrels down on me, and I rake my nails along his back. It makes him move faster, makes every thrust deeper.
I come in a blinding rush of white-hot light, a flame consuming my body. As I float back down, I feel his release start too. His come is shooting deep into my body. It’s then I realize Whiskey is the man I want to be my forever.