by Sara Hazel
I can almost hear the voice of my mother in my head telling me to stop. I’ve only just met this man tonight. This is not the kind of girl I am supposed to be, right?
But I can’t stop it now. Edgar slides his hands up and down my smooth legs. His hands are rough from hard work, but they still feel warm and amazing on my skin. But as his good as his hands feel, my mind is preoccupied by thoughts of how his monster cock will feel inside of me. I know he’s got one. How could it be anything but? I’ve stared at his crotch and thought about it for what must be hours now. The bulge in his pants does not disappoint at all. I can’t help myself from getting naughty with him and cupping my hand over his cock. I feel it slamming against my palm through his jeans, and I fall back a little in surprise.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” He asks. “Because once I start, I can promise you that I won’t be able to stop. Your body is driving me insane right now, Jessa. I have to take you.”
It seems like this is Edgar’s sweet way of telling me that he’s going to give it to me hard if we go through with this. I’m good with that, because something about this moment feels like destiny. This whole night so far seems as if it was meant to happen—everything from getting attacked by the squatter to winding up in Edgar’s cabin about to let him take me in his bed.
“Please,” I whimper. He definitely seems as if he needs me, but I probably need him even more. I’ve had this empty feeling inside of me for months now, and it’s like I’ve been waiting for something or someone to fill it. Edgar can fill it.
“I’m sorry, Cat,” he whispers under his breath. This causes us both to laugh. It eases some tension for me and actually makes me want him even more. I feel like my mother brought me here tonight—to him. She knew that he would protect me.
I reach up and rest my hand on his massive chest. “We just met tonight,” I say. I want to say something else, but I can’t seem to find my words anymore.
Edgar gives me a hard look for a moment and then smiles. “I’ll start slow,” he says. “But I haven’t been with a woman in twenty years, and I need to feel you with everything I’ve got. My fingers, my tongue, my cock. All of it. I’m going to explore every inch of your body, beautiful.”
I shudder at his sweet words. Edgar reaches around me and fumbles with my bra. He soon figures it out and removes it. My tits bounce out and I instinctively reach up. Should I cover them? I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but I don’t want to tell him that.
He grabs hold of my wrists tight and moves my arms out of the way of my chest. My nipples are already stiff and waiting for his mouth. But he just grunts in satisfaction and presses his warm lips to the side of my neck. A rush of warmth hits me, and I sigh. I’ve never known that just having a man’s lips on my skin could make me feel this way.
Edgar buries his fingers in my hair as he kisses every inch of my neck. He wraps a thick wad of it around his hand and pulls back. My neck arches backwards, and I let out a loud moan the likes of which I have never done before.
Edgar’s mouth travels down my arm, and I feel the light wetness and warmth of his tongue as he nibbles at my skin. Finally, he moves back to the center of my neck and works his way down to the spot right between my breasts. I’m quivering lightly as my need for him grows. But I’m leaving him in charge of deciding when everything happens. “Your clothes are still on,” I whisper.
He doesn’t reply. Just keeps circling his hot tongue across my skin—tasting me, delighting in me.
He slips his hand between my thighs, and just rests it there for a moment. I know what must be coming. I’m not sure if I’m ready, but I know it’s going to happen. Edgar slides the slit of my panties to the side and rubs a single finger against my pussy. I’m soaking for him and I squeeze my thighs around his hand.
“Relax, honey,” he whispers.
I open my legs for him. Edgar steps forward and back up until I’m pressed up against the wall of the cabin. I wasn’t trying to get away from him, but I was getting a bit too dizzy and need something to lean against. I close my eyes and moan as Edgar’s thumb connects with my swollen clit.
“God, that feels good,” he says. “You’re so fucking perfect, Jessa.”
I never feel perfect. But right now, I believe him. I would never have believed anyone if they had told me that, but I trust Edgar even though we’ve only known each other for a short time. So far, he hasn’t let me down.
I begin to rise and fall on his fingers. My breathing grows heavier. Edgar leans into me and presses his hard body against my soft one. I’m dying to see him naked, and I’m sure I won’t be disappointed. The wait feels like torture now, but his fingers provide my relief.
“Oh, yes,” I whisper between increasingly faster breaths. My heart is slamming against my chest, and I’m feeling the heat of the fire even from the other room. Or maybe it’s not the fire. It’s just him. He seems to run rather hot, and I let out another contented sigh as I dream of lying next to him in the cold winter and bathing in his warmth. How safe I would feel in these arms…
I grind down on his fingers, and Edgar rubs harder. He lets out a low growl as his thumb works my clit. My juices are gushing faster, my moaning is growing louder, and I feel right on the edge of something—I’m going to cum and cum hard all over this stranger’s hand. It’s the most thrilling experience of my life, and I’m glad I allowed myself to be open to the possibilities Edgar could bring me.
“I think I’m going to cum soon,” I gasp out.
Edgar slows down and I feel two thick fingers slide into my pussy. My body jolts, and I bury my face against his chest. His fingers rub the ridges of my pussy and I cry out as the orgasm grows within me. Edgar slams his fingers into my soaking wet hole.
“You like that, baby girl?” He growls.
“Yes—yes, of course,” Is my silly response to him. He chuckles as he drives his fingers in harder and deeper. I can’t control myself anymore. I erupt into shudders and he wraps his free hand around my body. I moan into his shirt as a full body orgasm works through me. I can’t stop shaking and moaning. And all he’s done so far is finger me. What is the rest of it going to be like?
Edgar takes a step back, and grabs hold of my shoulders. He guides me to lie down on his bed, and I let my still quivering body melt into his mattress.
He yanks my panties off and flings them to an unknown corner of the room. He’s been so steady and gentle with me so far, but now the animalistic passion inside of him seems ready to explode. I feel deliciously helpless all of a sudden.
Edgar positions himself at the end of the bed and spreads my legs open. He climbs between them and props my legs up on his muscular arms. He licks and sucks the skin of my inner thigh, and I shriek because I’m suddenly feeling very sensitive all over. Maybe it’s the orgasm he gave me while finger fucking me. Maybe it’s the expectation of losing my virginity, but every kiss and touch just makes me shift restlessly around the bed as I wait for him to fill me.
He digs his fingers into the flesh of my upper thighs and pulls himself up. I can hear him take a deep sniff of my pussy as he presses his nose to it.
“Please take me, Edgar,” I whimper.
“I’ve been up here so long by myself, baby girl. I’m gonna savor this experience,” he replies.
Fair enough. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to live on this mountain. I usually only spend two days at a time here and I bring plenty of food. Edgar must do everything himself, and I’m guessing he doesn’t go into town much. It must get very lonely up here.
But my thoughts about Edgar’s life on the mountain soon drift away as he glides his tongue along my pussy lips. I thrash about as he does it again. I dig my nails into the mattress and cry out with intense ecstatic joy as his tongue burrows into my soaking and very sensitive pussy.
His head moves from side to side as his tongue pushes deeper. The bed feels softer and warmer as I close my eyes. I feel like the room is spinning, but not in a bad way. M
y body thrusts upward and I slowly gyrate on Edgar’s face as he devours me. He grips me tighter and that act alone—feeling his tight hold on me—is enough to make me grind harder. My breath is so short now and all I can do is let out little moans of pure pleasure.
Edgar focuses on my clit now. He goes all in on his attack. His tongue swats my swollen pearl back and forth. And then he bites down on it. That’s all it takes to send me into the most powerful earth-shaking orgasm of my life. I can’t believe how easy it was for him. The sturdy wooden bed makes a loud thud as my body lifts off the mattress and slams back down. I can’t control myself. I emit an extended scream as Edgar sucks my clit.
A few moments later, Edgar climbs on top of me and slides two fingers inside my pussy. I’m gushing all over them. He pulls his fingers out and places the tips on my bottom lip—just close enough for me to smell the musky scent of sex.
“I bet you want to taste your pussy,” he growls.
That is something I have never done while masturbating. I’ve never licked my fingers clean. It’s not even something I knew I ever wanted. But the way Edgar says “I bet you want to taste your pussy” makes me want it now.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper between rapid breaths.
He glides his fingers up slowly and circles my lips with them. I open my mouth, and he slides his pussy soaked fingers onto my tongue. I seal my lips around them.
“That’s a good girl,” he says as I suck my juices off him. “You’ll be sucking your cum off my cock later, so I thought you should get used to the taste now.”
“Mmmmm,” I reply.
He pulls them out, and I suddenly can’t wait to taste myself again. I have the thought that if he shoves his pussy soaked cock in my mouth; I am going to love licking it off.
Edgar gets up and I watch as he slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt. As each button is undone, more of my manly mountain man is revealed. His tanned chest and abs are covered in tattoos. A lot of people get tattoos on their arms, but not Edgar. He’s saved that for the rest of his chiseled body. The colors pop out from his skin, and I think I could spend hours tracing my fingers across the colorful lines.
I am filled with so much anticipation now that I can feel my juices sliding down my inner thigh. I close my legs and rub them together as I wait for him. I let my hand wander down and dip my fingers into my pussy. I moan and Edgar turns his attention back to me. Our eyes lock.
“Couldn’t wait for me to take my clothes off, huh?” he asks as he removes his shirt. He goes straight to work on getting out of his tight jeans.
I prop myself up on a pillow and display my pussy for him. He comes closer and I can really see the hunger in his eyes now. It’s been building all these years, and now I’m the lucky girl he’s going to feed upon.
My eyes wander down and I notice that Edgar is now completely naked. His massive cock sticks straight ahead, and I swear I can see it throbbing. It might be my imagination. I start to wonder if there’s some kind of magic on this mountain that makes everything feel more intense.
Edgar grips his cock and strokes it while he watches me play with my pussy. I plunge my fingers in deeper and maintain eye contact with him as I do so. I give him the most mischievous look I can summon.
“You were taking so long to come back to me. My pussy was begging to be touched. It’s all your fault.” I give him my best pouty face.
Edgar doesn’t wait a second longer. He gets down on the bed and pulls my hand away from my pussy. “I’ll take care of you,” he growls. “I promise.”
He climbs on to the bed and his massive body towers over me. He makes me feel so small. I never thought anyone could make me feel small. But now I feel fragile, tiny, and beautiful. More beautiful than I could ever have imagined. And it’s all because of this rough mountain man.
Edgar straddles me, while keeping his torso up. He grabs my legs and pulls me forward so that my pussy touches the tip of his cock.
My chest rises faster now. My nipples are so swollen, and stiff. I am certain my skin is turning red. Edgar teases me by grabbing his cock and lightly letting it glide over my slit.
“I don’t have any condoms up here, but don’t worry. If you still want this, I’ll pull it and cum all over your stomach. I bet you’d find that sexy, wouldn’t you?” He asks.
I just met this man, and I’m about to let him take my virginity without a condom on. Have I lost my mind completely? It seems the magic of the mountain has taken hold of me again, and all I can do is say “Yes” to him. I still want it. In fact, I want him to cum inside of me even though I’m not on birth control. The idea of having babies with Edgar makes me feel butterflies swirling around my stomach, but not because I’m nervous. Oh yeah, I am nervous. But I also have this inner knowing that this man is supposed to be the father of my children.
“I want you to cum inside of me,” I whisper.
Edgar nods and positions himself so that his mouth is lined up with mine. His warm breath on my lips sends a tingle through my whole body.
“You’re gonna be my girl forever,” he whispers before kissing me deep and passionate. His hot tongue tastes perfect in my mouth. Everything feels right about this, even if it might be a little deliciously wrong…
He grabs my wrists and pulls them above my head. He pins them to the bed as he slides up and presses into my eager sex once again. He slams into me so hard that the sturdy wooden bedframe no longer feels so sturdy. It slams forward into his wall, and I swear to God it feels like the whole cabin is shaking. I cry out from sudden pain as his big cock stretches my pussy around him. Edgar groans appreciatively as he dives in and out of my pussy with the full force of his strength. Yeah, this bed is not going to last the night.
His grip on my wrists tightens. There’s no way I’m getting up, and call me crazy, but I love the feeling it gives me. My pain fades and is replaced by the most blissful ecstasy I can imagine. My body quivers from thrust after thrust. Edgar grinds into me. I moan and thrash about on the bed, but he holds me down even tighter. Maybe I didn’t want to have sex before because I was looking for a real man to dominate me. He makes me feel so helpless, feminine, and sexy. It’s as if I am his Mountain Goddess and he’s worshipping my body…
My body. With all its flaws, curves, and softness. A body that has been crying out to be kissed by the right man. Well, I’ve finally found him.
Edgar
*
I groan as I sink my cock into Jessa’s soft wet pussy. She’s tight and warm. It’s been so long, and I’m trying hard not to cum, but after twenty years of celibacy…I don’t think anyone could blame me if I did.
But I hold it in, and rock my body against Jessa as I pin her down. Her green eyes are stretched wide open and seem to plead for me to go harder, so I do. I only stop for a moment to pull out of her and adjust.
She whimpers while she waits for me. I guess she just can’t go without Edgar for even a few seconds! I sit up and pull Jessa up with me. I guide her back onto my cock and wrap her legs around me. Now we’re eye to eye, and our breathing is in rapid sync as I bounce her up and down my thick shaft. Jessa needs a little help from me at first, but soon she’s riding me like a woman possessed by passion. Our lips meet again, and tongues find each other. My arms wrap tight around her body, and this slows her bounce down a bit, but doesn’t take away from the pleasure we’re both feeling.
She clenches her pussy around me even more and I growl from the sheer force of how amazing she feels. I love being inside of this girl and I know I will never tire of it. She will be the only one I want and need from now on.
She breaks from our kiss and tries to catch her breath. I thrust up and feel the resulting shake of her body. I lay her back down on the bed and bury my fingers in her soft sides as I drive my cock in and out of her. The bed quakes, and I get the sense that it’s going to break soon, so I just fucking go for it. I plow into her and Jessa screams.
“Just like that! I love taking it hard from you!”
“I knew
you would, baby girl,” I reply.
Now is the moment the bed loses it completely. Something cracks and the platform hits the floor. But it doesn’t stop me.
Jessa is unphased by the bed dropping out beneath us. I have to remember to reinforce it when I rebuild it. But I plan to break every bed I’m ever on with her.
Our bodies drench with sweat, and we become a writhing entangled mess. The slap of my skin on hers is the most wonderful and natural sound I’ve heard in years. “I think I’ve cum six times already,” she says. “But you’ve fucked me so hard I can’t even scream or barely even talk.” Her voice is soft and quivering.
“Let’s see how many more times I can make you cum then,” I reply.
Her pleasure is my pleasure. The moment I slid inside of her my whole world changed. And it will never be the same.
Jessa
*
Edgar rolls me onto my side and lifts my leg in the air. He rests my leg on his shoulder as he slides back into me. He fucks me so hard and fast that I think if the bed were still intact it would not last much longer.
I am growing desperate to feel his cum inside of me. I know that I’ll probably have to leave this mountain, and it pains me to think about it. All I ever want from now on is to make love to this man. If we never had to rest, it would be perfect. But I know the resting will build the anticipation for the next time. I feel as if we both have a lot of lost time to make up for though, and at least while I’m on this mountain we will spend most of our time joined together in perfect bliss.
“I can’t hold it much longer, baby,” he says.
Hearing him say this is so fucking beautiful. This is what I need. I’m right on the edge of another orgasm, and if he starts filling me with his cum, I’m sure it’s going to happen.