Ordered By The Mountain Man(21)

Chapter Eleven





Boone





When she tells me to show her what we could be, I don’t hesitate. I pull her off my lap, and tug off those spandex pants she is wearing. She doesn’t have any panties on and I’m glad. All I want is her pussy in my face. All I want is my cock in her mouth.

All I want is her.

“Boone,” she moans, stark naked on the middle of my lake, standing in my boat, looking down at me with greedy eyes.

“Yes, Delta?”

“Tell me what you want.” She runs her hands over her tits, and her skin is sun-kissed and glowing, her long hair blowing in the soft morning wind. Her waist narrows above her hips, hips that I want to get my hands on.

“I want you on your knees.”

This girl seems to like it when I take control, which is cute as hell. I’d think a vegan yogi would have plenty of self-righteous opinions of her own, but Delta is a surprise. For someone as confident and self-aware she is, she sure likes being ordered around.

She kneels before me. I sit in the captain chair, and she reaches for my belt buckle. She tears the belt off, and it skitters across the deck. She unzips my blue jeans, and when her soft hands reach for my hard cock, I watch her lick her lips as if knowing that she’s in for a motherfucking treat.

I run my hands through her blonde hair, and she slides down my boxers, taking hold of my shaft. Lowering her head, she wraps her pink lips around my hardness; when her mouth begins to envelop my cock, I lean back in the chair, legs apart, getting the fucking best head of my life.

Her mouth is nice and tight around me, and she sucks up and down the length of my shaft, taking her sweet time—but she’s pumping my base, which is causing my cock to build in pressure.

“Oh, Delta, that’s so fucking good.”

She purrs, palming my tights balls, her mouth wrapped around me like a goddamn gift. She looks up at me, her eyes dripping with desire—and seeing her like that, my cock in her mouth, reaching to her throat, her tits moving in time with her sucking, it makes me fucking lose my load.

“Fuck me, woman,” I groan, as my come fills her mouth. She keeps pumping my shaft, pulling me out of her mouth, and my come covers her gorgeous tits as she sprays the ropes of come across herself.

“Oh, yeah,” she moans. “Boone, oh yeah.” Her other hand reaches between her legs to her pussy. I watch as she dips a finger into her folds, and I shake my head.

“No, you don’t, baby. I’m the one who’s getting you off today. I’m the one getting you off forever,” I growl. Standing, I pull her up and grab her perfect little ass. I lift her easily, and she wraps her long legs around my waist. I carry her to the door leading to the cabin, and kick it open, stepping down a few stairs to the queen-sized bed. There’s a small kitchenette and table off to the side, but I’m not cooking anything right now. Right now, I’m only eating. Delta’s pussy is the solitary thing on my mind.

I lie down on the bed, and tell her to straddle me from behind. I want her round ass in my face; I want her dripping pussy over my mouth. I’m gonna lick her swollen pussy until she forgets her reservations about marrying me, and then I’m gonna fill that wet pussy with my cock.

This is my motherfucking wedding day, and I’m marking this woman as mine. She may say she has doubts, but she won’t once I remind her what being married to me is gonna be like.

“Boone, I want you so bad.” Her hands caress my still-hard cock, and I love that her hands naturally gravitate there. She strokes me eagerly, but I know she’ll forget what to do with her hands once my mouth begins to devour her.

My hands hold her hips as she plants her fine ass over my face. She must know she’s a fucking goddess, because she doesn’t seem at all insecure or shy about the position she’s in. I love that about her—how fucking confident she is when I tell her what to do. She trusts that I know how to take charge.

Pressing my mouth tight against her gap, I take control of her pussy. I lick her luscious folds, tasting her sweet juice as I run my tongue up and down her length. My beard rubs against her and I feel her body tense for a moment. Then I twirl my tongue over her throbbing clit, and whatever tension she carried is fucking lost. She falls onto me, her tits pressed against my cock, and I love her warm body covering mine.

I smack her ass as I suck her off, and then, when her sweetness is flowing over my mouth, I press two fingers into her tight little opening. She moans, and then starts whimpering more loudly as I dip in and out of her soaked pussy. I’m glad I went with my fucking gut and took her to the middle of the lake. Her whimperings aren’t the silent type—she’s letting me know, loudly, how much she loves this finger-fuck.