Her Older Mountain Man - Page 10

I pull into Owen’s driveway right behind his big, rumbling truck, and before I even get a chance to unbuckle my seat belt, he’s running toward my car to fling my door open and pull me out into his arms.

“Oof,” I grunt, and he immediately puts me down, still smiling. “So you still don’t regret it, I’m guessing.”

He leans in and plants a deep kiss on my lips. “Angel, I’ll never regret it, not for the rest of my life.”

Crossing the threshold of Owen’s house is different this time–I’m walking into my new home, and I absorb every detail in a way I didn’t before.

“You can do whatever you want with the place,” Owen says over his shoulder as he drags my suitcase inside. “It’s your house, too. I have a shitload of money and nobody to spend it on, not until you. Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”

“It’s great like it is,” I tell him. He leads me into the living room and bends down in front of the fireplace, and I hum appreciatively as I check out the taut globes of his muscular ass, flexing as he stacks logs and touches a match to the tufts of kindling. “We need a space for the baby, but there’s time.”

The flames leap to life and he turns, grinning as he leans over and grabs a thick throw blanket from the back of the couch, spreading it out on the floor. He drops down to the blanket and pats the space next to him, and I sink down, laughing as he catches me in his arms and flops to his back with me on top of him.

“I love you,” he says as he gazes up into my eyes, sending my heart racing. “I know it’s fast, and I don’t give a fuck. I love you, I love the baby and we’re going to be a family.”

“I love you too,” I say, my eyes tearing up. I lean down and drop a long, soft kiss on his lips, savoring his cedar and sunshine smell, the feel of his strong arms around me and the press of his hard cock through layers of fabric. The kiss turns hungry, and it doesn’t take long before he sits up with me in his lap and we’re pulling at clothing, flinging it away until we’re both naked. He rolls me to my back, hands skimming my curves as he dots ticklish kisses along my neck and shoulders.

“I didn’t get to see these before,” Owen murmurs as he kisses his way down to my soft breasts. My olive skin glows golden in the firelight, and my pussy creams as he delicately sucks a nipple into his mouth, tonguing and teasing the sensitive peak. He releases one with a pop and moves to the other as his thick fingers dive between my legs to toy with my swelling clit.

“Rosy brown,” he says, half to himself. “Just like I thought they would be.”

I reach between us and grasp his thick dick in my small hand. It’s so big that my fingers don’t quite close around it, and I can’t wait to feel it inside of me. I pump gently and he groans.

“Careful, baby,” he says as he wraps his fingers around mine. “Don’t make me finish too soon.” Gently, patiently, he shows me how to touch him, how to roll his heavy balls in my palm and press a knuckle on the sensitive flesh behind them. He’s gasping and groaning before long, and pushes my hands away with a shuddering laugh. He rises to his knees, cock bobbing as he eyes me hungrily.

“Lay back,” he rumbles. “Do exactly what I tell you.”

I comply, my swollen flesh throbbing my arousal as he delivers the order. I loved the way he bossed me around when we fooled around on the porch, and I’m glad that it wasn’t just a one-time thing. He’s an alpha in the bedroom and out, with a filthy mouth and a grown man’s confidence, and ittotallydoes it for me.

“Put your arms above your head,” he says, and I bite back a whimper as I do what he says. Last time he told me to do that, I nearly passed out from the pleasure. He reaches forward and runs his index finger along my seam, then nudges my legs wider. “I’m going to suck on your clit and maybe tongue-fuck your little pussy, and you’re going to stay completely still while I do it. Understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp. It’ll take about five seconds for me to come at this rate, I think.

He crouches between my legs, muscling my thighs apart around his big shoulders as he attacks my clit with his pointed tongue, delicate little strokes that fall just short of making me come. The muscles of his taut ass flex and bunch in the firelight as he grinds his cock into the blanket. He’s as turned on as I am, I realize. But then that big tongue slides into my wet channel, and all rational thought leaves me as he thrusts in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit with soft, sweeping strokes. Without thinking, I rock my hips against him, desperate to get just a little more stimulation to push me over the edge.

He pulls back and gives me a hard look. “I said don’t move, Colette. And don’t come until I say so, or I’ll spank your little ass and we’ll have to start all over again.” Two thick fingers wander down to swirl around my opening as he talks, and I can’t even form words, just nod, wide-eyed as he plays with me.

“Good,” he grunts, and bends back down, tongue flickering hard against my clit as his fingers keep fucking into me. He extends a pinky to gently, carefully play with my ass, and I gasp at the surprising new sensation.

“Are you ready to come, angel?” he murmurs as he works his fingers in and out, two in my pussy and one in my rear. There are so many sensations that my body feels like it’s short circuiting.

“Please let me come,” I groan. My muscles are shaking from the effort of staying still.

“Since you asked very nicely, you can,” he says, and with one or two more hard swipes of his tongue against my clit, I shatter. My body goes rigid, legs shaking as I bow upward with the force of my orgasm. I’m still trembling and breathing hard as he scoots up my body again. He kisses me hard, his hands rubbing my arms and breasts in soothing motions as he gently helps me come back down from the shattering climax.

“That was so beautiful,” he murmurs as he sucks on my earlobe. “I’m almost disappointed that I didn’t get to spank you, but there’s always next time. Do you want my cock now?”

I turn and press my lips to his again. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

He pulls a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, smiling at me as he rolls it over his rigid length before he leans down to kiss me again. “We’ll both get tests and ditch these as soon as we can,” he says as he helps me to all fours. He kneels behind me, hard cock brushing against my sensitive flesh as his warm hands rub my back, reaching around to cup my breasts as he drops wet kisses on my heated skin.

“Rub your clit, baby,” he says as he positions his fat crown against my opening. “Stay ready for me.”

I sigh as his thick length slides into my channel. It fills me perfectly, and I love the feel of his big body as he surrounds me. I feel cared for, protected and loved, even as he thrills me when he whispers dirty things in my ear.

“Your tight little pussy feels so good on my cock,” he says as he shuttles in and out in smooth, measured strokes. Never too deep to hurt me, even as he stuffs me to my limit. “I’m going to wear you out tonight.”

“Sounds good,” I tell him, and moan as he pinches my sensitive nipples.