Cherished: The Mountain Man's Babies(6)

"So wet, wetter than I usually get when I think about you."

I groan, stroking myself more, wanting her to touch me, but not wanting to push her. "You think about me?"

She laughs softly, reaching for my length, wrapping her hand around me, and running her fingers over my length, cupping my balls, pre-come releasing at my tip with her gentle touch.

"So many times, James, that I think I've worn out my prayer bench kneeling and repenting."

"But you aren't going to repent for this, are you?"

She shakes her head, her eyes welling up with emotion. "No, no more apologies. I think I'm just realizing how much time I wasted being scared. Missing out on what I wanted because of it."

"I don't want my love to be scared."

"I'm not scared now, but like I said," she says, smiling through her tears, "I am wet. And I want you to see what you do to me."

I raise a brow, my cock at attention, and I know I'm going to fucking explode in her pussy the moment she spreads her legs.

She must understand, and when she dips her head, widening her mouth, licking the come from my tip, my lifelong fantasies come to fruition. Abigail is sucking my cock in the same place we shared our first kiss. She moves her head, her mouth tight around my length. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with pleasure, her mouth filled with my manhood, and she looks so fucking hot—her tits bouncing, her head bobbing and her hands all over me. I know I'm gonna come hard and fast.

"Oh, love," I tell her, knowing I'm close. She must sense this because she moves faster, and I know she must be gagging; no way can she take all of me in her mouth, but she keeps sucking with her lips suctioned around my stiffness. I come in her, hard, and her hands are on my ass, pulling me against her mouth, like she wants more, needs more, demands all of me.

My come shoots into her warm mouth, and she moans, swallowing me, sucking me still, as if she wants every last salty taste of me.

I'll give her what she wants.

Now and forever.





Chapter Five





I swallow what he gives me, and I don't care if the church condemns me—right now what I just shared with James is the holiest exchange of love in this world.

But then he lowers me to my back, slips off my skirt, then my panties, bringing the wet pair to his nose, inhaling my womanhood, and I know I've yet to experience the holiest of holy.

"Oh, love," James says, running his hand over my skin, parting my knees, touching me as if I'm the most precious thing he’s ever touched. "Your pussy is perfection."

I smile, not embarrassed or ashamed—my best friend is looking at me, loving everything he sees, and it makes me whimper under his hand. As he touches me, I see his cock growing large again, and my belly is already full of his baby gravy, but I want more.

"You like it?" I ask, marveling at the fact that James is going to be my first. I've dreamt of this, but never actually imagined it for myself. Why should I get what I want after holding back for so long? But James doesn't seem angry at me for holding back from him for so long, he is patient in ways I don't understand. James came and found me before it was too late, and now we can be together—come what may.

"Your pussy is untouched, so nice and tight. Your pussy was made for my cock, love, you know that, right?”

I smile again, trying to reconcile the way I view myself with the way James sees me now. I spread my legs wider for him, wanting him to take all I have to offer.

"I died and went to heaven, love," he tells me, his hand stroking my slit, and when he touches me, my entire body shivers with anticipation, my heart flutters, and my bottom lifts, as if gravitating toward the place his hand is, wanting him to be closer, wanting him inside me.

"Don't make me wait, James," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, drawing him to me. My legs wrap around him, and when he inches himself into me, I call out in pleasure. My body is starved for attention, and his body is the only thing to satisfy my cravings. Cravings I didn't even know were mine for the taking.

He pushes in me, and I wince as he fills me up, pressing past the place that has made me a virgin. "Am I hurting you?" he asks, his elbows on either side of me.

I shake my head imperceptibly. "No, it's okay, I don't want you to stop," I moan, meaning it. It hurts, but not in a painful way, in a searing, my body is filled perfectly, never let me go way. A way I need. A way I want.

A way that is ours.

He is in me now, and his lips are on mine. He kisses me as he makes love to me. This man that I've wanted forever has come and claimed me. And we don't know what tomorrow will bring, but that is going to be okay. As he rocks inside of me, my pussy throbs, my clit is exposed and greedy, rubbing against him and taking all the pleasure offered.