BUCKED:The Mountain Man’s Babies(18)

“Oh, yeah, oh, please,” she begs. “It feels so good, Buck.”

I close my eyes, thanking my fucking lucky stars. I hold my woman at her waist, filling her sweet pussy with everything I have to offer.

She’s getting off fast, and I love that, love that I can make her moan in ecstasy in two minutes flat.

“What are you doing to me?”

Before I can answer she’s moaning some more.

“Ohhhh,” she cries, and her hands grip the sheets, and her body stills, her pussy tight around me as her moaning slows to a soft purr; like a kitty cat, this girl wants to be tamed.

“I’m gonna come in your little pussy,” I tell her, pulling her hair until she’s sitting up on her knees, my cock pounding her, her long hair wrapped around my fist. In her ear I breathe hot air, and she’s cooing in no time, as I pump hard against her ass until I’m ready to come.

“Let me taste you,” she says, stopping me before I lose my load. “Let me taste your come.”

I didn’t see this coming, but in a matter of seconds she eases off me, and turns, so she sits on the edge of the bed, her mouth open wide, the intensity in her desire keeping me fucking rock hard.

“You sure, Rosie?” I would have thought sucking my cock would intimidate this sweet woman, who’s only been fucked once before. By me. Her pussy was saved for me, and no other man will ever have it.

Only over my dead body.

“I’m sure,” she says, her mouth already widening to take me. Her lips wrap around my cock, her tongue rolling in circles around me. Sucking me hard, sucking me off.

It doesn’t take long, her mouth is so tight on my cock that of course I’m ready to explode after a few minutes.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, running my hands through her loose hair, her beautiful tits bobbing the same way her face is. It’s a fucking porno up in here and I’m the motherfucking star.

Scratch that, Rosie is the star. A fucking constellation. She is shining brighter than the sun.

She keeps sucking as I fill her mouth with my hot come, she swallows it, as if she was born to taste me, to be filled with my seed. Her belly and now her mouth.

She already has my heart. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I asked her to marry me and I meant it.

She will be my wife.

I thrust against her; her eyes are heavy with longing as she swallows, and when I finish she pulls me from her swollen lips, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“More,” she whines playfully as I hand her some tissues to wipe herself with. “I want more, Buck.”

I grin at this fucking glorious piece of art. Rosie. The mother of my child.

I want to know everything about her.

“Damn, woman, don’t you and the baby need to eat something first?”

She smiles softly, blushing as she runs her hand over her bare belly. “I probably should. Balanced meals and all that.”

“You’re really having my child?” I ask, still dazed from the turn of events.

“Really. I even have pictures in my purse.”

I grab a bathrobe from the hook on my door, handing it to her. It’s cute watching her cinch it high on her waist, right under those perfect tits, and a crack of skin peeks through. Her belly is too round to be covered.

I grab a pair of sweats, slung low on my hips, and she eyes the V leading to my cock. “You are so hot, Buck. I mean, I grew up around guys who worked out, but your body is insane. Unreal.”

I shrug, grabbing her hand and bringing her back to the kitchen.

“I use a chainsaw most days, keeps my core in check. And I run up that mountain you drove past coming into town, most mornings.”

“So you like to exercise,” she says. “I didn’t think you were that sort of guy.”

I laugh. “What sort did you think I was, darling?”

Now it’s her turn to shrug, embarrassed. “I don’t know, you’re so ... nice.”

“Nice guys don’t work out?” I refill our coffee cups and hand her a donut.

She laughs, and her laugh fills the cabin with the exact thing it has been missing all this time. A woman’s touch.

“I guess the truth is I’ve never known any nice guys.”

“Hell, I get it. Lots of guys are assholes, but that’s not me. My dad, he’s salt of the earth, and he raised me to love hard and love well. Love deep. It’s all I’ve ever intended on doing, so long as I found myself the right woman.”

“Not many women up here?” She asks, her eyes peering over the mug.

“None that I want.” I nod slowly. “My buddy, Jaxon, he found a wife a few years back, and I always thought he was a lucky goddamned fool, turns out you can’t plan something like this.”