Mountain Man's Bride

by Lauren Wood

  Sally turned a bright red. She hadn’t had sex many times in the past, and never had someone make love to her all night long. The thought of it was intriguing and exhilarating at the same time.

  He noticed the look on her face. “Mon Cheri, do not worry, I will not hurt you, but will please you more than you could ever imagine!” He stated.

  “How do you plan on doing that?” She queried. More out of curiosity than anything, she knew the words would excite her.

  “Oh I will show you, words do nothing to describe the feelings you will have when we are in the bedroom.” He said.

  Sally hurried her step up, looking forward to this more than she had thought she would. His words held a promise that she wanted to experience.

  When they got upstairs her nerves were on edge. She was nervous but excited at the same time. Pierre kissed her softly at first and then increased the pressure. She kissed him back and felt his hands roaming over her body. They were rough and probed her breasts like they were bags of bread. He pushed her nipple out of her top and bit it hard. She moaned loudly at the sensation of pleasure and pain together.

  He undressed her slowly, and caressed her body with a mixture of soft and hard touches. Each time he would apply more pressure to her body she would arch her body in pleasure.

  “Oh so my little Mon Cheri seems to like it a bit rough, this is good!” Pierre laughed. He bit her side near her stomach. Sally screamed out in more pleasure.

  “Please make love to me.” She pleaded.

  He smiled down at her. “In due time my love, don’t rush me, you’ll enjoy this much more if I take my time!” He laughed and bit her on the neck underneath her ear.

  Sally moaned again and arched her body. She could feel a release that was building up in her body, and he had only done a little bit to her. She couldn’t imagine what this night would hold, but she was enjoying the beginning of it.

  He turned her over and made her get on her knees. Pierre slapped her ass hard. She yelled out, but it wasn’t because it had hurt, but she felt her juices begin to boil even more.

  “Do you like that?” He asked.

  She shook her head yes.

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  “Yes please.” She said.

  “Beg me for it, tell me what you want.” He ordered.

  “I want you to spank me more.” She stated.

  He hit her ass again with his open palm. She moaned and felt her pussy become soaked. Pierre hit her a few more times and then hit her on the side of her leg with his now very erect member. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, are you ready? Do you think you can take this full 8 inches?” He asked her.

  “Please fuck me hard, do it now, I can’t wait another minute.” She pleaded.

  Pierre shoved into her hard and fast, she was soaked wet, her pussy dripping out like a drooling baby. She pushed back as he thrust into her and moaned as he penetrated her sex with great ferocity.

  Sally felt the explosion of her climax and moaned loudly as her body felt pleasure from every core. Pierre didn’t stop though, he kept pounding into her and her body enjoyed it by orgasming again.

  He flipped her over and made her sit on top of his hard cock. She slid down it easily and soon she was rocking on his member. Her body didn’t want to stop, it felt so good. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and twisted them. Sally howled out in pain and felt the clinch of her body as it shot off into another zone of climaxes.

  Pierre grabbed her waist and manhandled her, pushing her down onto his hard dick. She was light to him; he easily slammed her body onto his and made his dick touch regions of her inner body that she had never felt before.

  With the constant attention her g-spot soon throbbed and her body showed her its pleasure by another orgasm. Sally was soaking with sweet and her pussy was soaking Pierre from the many climaxes.

  He grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her down to kiss her hard. “Your mine now, no one will ever show you this much pleasure again.” He promised.

  She wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but at the moment she would agree with him completely. Her body was a puddle of mush, there was no juice left in her. She didn’t think she would be able to orgasm anymore. But he wrapped his hands around her neck and began to squeeze slowly. She felt her body as it exploded in a symphony of sweet pleasure once more. Pierre screamed out as his body shot his juices into her waiting hole.

  She fell forward on him, her body drenched and worn out. He kissed her forehead and said. “Mon Cheri you are a wild animal in bed.”

  “I would say the same for you.” She laughed. Her neck was sore, but not so much. Her body was humming like a well-oiled machine. Sally couldn’t believe that her mind would bring up a picture of Johnny at that moment, but it did.

  She sighed as she thought of the only other person who would be able to make her feel like she did right now. Maybe even more so, she wondered. She cleared her mind of thoughts of Johnny, she shouldn’t care at all, and he didn’t.

  Pierre looked over at her and smiled. “Mon Cheri, I hope you’re ready for round two!” He grabbed her.

  She squealed at how easily he manhandled her, but she enjoyed it. He was a bigger man than Johnny just by his muscle mass. Johnny could easily do this to her as well. But just as quickly as he had entered her min; Pierre pushed it all out by slamming her still wet pussy down on his cock that was fully erect and ready for action.

  Sally screamed out as her body went into pleasure overload quicker than she could imagine. Her body quaked as a climax shot through her body.

  He kept true to his word and the sun was coming up as he was still pounding her into the mattress. Sally felt like a rung out doll when he finally climaxed deep into her body.

  She fell asleep quickly as she felt his arms melt around her. Her dreams taunted her with thoughts of Johnny. When she woke up in the morning she found herself alone. For a minute she had to wonder if she had simply imagined the night before.

  Sally looked around for Pierre at the hotel that day and didn’t find him. She wondered what it was about these men that made them leave her so quickly. She began to think she was broken, that something was wrong with her.

  She walked around in a fog of confusion as the days passed she didn’t run into Pierre once. Many nights she would spend inside her room and cry. “It isn’t fair, why is this happening?” She wondered aloud more than one time.

  No matter what she thought though she couldn’t understand why this had happened. He had seemed so honest and like he really cared about her. However, here it was three days after their night out and no Pierre was around.

  Sally wondered if something bad had happened to him. But she wasn’t sure how to ask around about him. She didn’t know if he would get into trouble and lose his job. So instead she would walk around and look for him, sure that something bad had befallen him. That had to be the only reason that he wouldn’t be around his Mon Cheri, or so she thought.

  She didn’t even have Johnny or Mary to talk too. This wasn’t something she wanted to talk to her mom about either. So she let herself stew in the dark depressive thoughts of bad events taking place.

  Sally even had a hard time concentrating on all the fashion design things she was trying to learn. She had gone to the school and thought about signing up for the next term. However, she stopped and instead told them she would be back later.

  Her life that had once held great promise seemed to be overshadowed by men who didn’t want her. “No he wants me, something is wrong, maybe his mother got sick, or he got hurt?” She told herself on several occasions.

  Pierre couldn’t be like Johnny. “You’re the one who left the states, not Johnny.” Her mind reminded her.

  She pulled up her email and decided to lay it on the lie with Johnny. Sally began to type her message.

  Johnny,

  I know you said not to write to you, but I have no choice. The truth is I can’t get our one afternoon out of my mind. Why didn’t
you say something to me about it? Why do I feel like you simply used me and then moved on? Was it because I moved? You know I’ve wanted this for my whole life now; would you stop me from being happy?

  Well the truth is I’m not happy here either. I seem to be lost and all alone. I miss you, I miss our talks, and I want to feel your touch on my skin again.

  She looked at the note and erased the last part. “He obviously doesn’t want me or he wouldn’t have moved on to Mary.” She pouted.

  Sally left the note as a draft and closed her program down. “I can’t write this when I’m sad and depressed.” She admitted.

  She went out of the hotel and decided to walk to the nearby park, maybe the flowers would help cheer her up. Sally heard a familiar voice behind her talking to someone. She turned to see Pierre; he was with another young female.

  “Mon Cheri, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” She watched as he told the other woman.

  She stared his way, her mouth open wide. “How could you?” She walked up to him and asked.

  Pierre looked up at her, his eyes cold and hard. “I’m sorry who are you?” He asked.

  “You know who I am; you were saying those same words to me just last week.” Sally demanded. “What was I, just a stop on your way to what?”

  He pulled her to the side quickly. “Look you don’t understand, you are simply one of many tourists who show up every day in town. You were easy to read, you wanted a man to take you and make you forget something. But you weren’t looking for anything else. Don’t blame me for stopping this before it got too far. Now just pack up your bags and go back to your town. You will be eaten alive in Paris.” He stated.

  She stood listening to him; the tears began to fall from her eyes. “What do I have to go back too? You promised me something, why have you turned away so quickly.” She wanted to know.

  “You are just a child in my eyes. Please don’t embarrass yourself anymore just walk away now. People are staring at you like you are crazy.” His eyes burned into her, she could feel the anger flowing under his touch.

  Sally turned and walked away, the tears were streaming down her face. She could hear the other girl asking him who Sally was.

  “She’s just some girl, don’t worry about her.” She heard him say.

  She felt the sobs as they hit her body and she ran the rest of the way back to her room. Sally wasn’t ready for this; she wanted to go back to the room she grew up in. She wanted to have her mother take care of her, and tell her it was all going to be alright.

  There was no doubt in her mind that she was done with Paris. She didn’t want to be here anymore, her dreams were crushed. Sure she could go to school and learn about fashion design. But the fact that Pierre had done this to her so easily, how many more times would it happen.

  “Why didn’t I just stay in Kearney? Johnny why didn’t you plead for me to stay, tell me once more you loved me. I might have not left.” Sally thought. But she knew that her mind had been made up she would have still made the trip. However, if Johnny had said he loved her, she would never have fallen for Pierre. But she knew that she would have missed Johnny even more than she did right now.

  She turned on her computer, and went to the airline website. Sally felt like she was running away, she knew she was. But she hoped that maybe Johnny would see her and take her under his wing, tell her he loved her once more. It was all she could think of as her tears blocked her vision.

  She called her mom and told her the news, but didn’t go into the reason why. “I’ll tell you when I’m back mom. Don’t forget to come and get me at the airport.” She reminded her mom.

  “I won’t dear. But I wish you would talk to me, I can tell your sad.” Her mom stated.

  “I’ll be fine mom. So tell me have you seen Johnny lately?” She couldn’t help but ask.

  “Well he got into a bit of trouble and we don’t really talk to him anymore. He’s not the same boy he was before.” Her mom said.

  “What kind of trouble?” She asked.

  “I don’t know all of it really and you know I hate the gossip. But I heard he beat up his boss first and then there was something with Mary and I don’t even know the full story. Just tell me you won’t hang out with him if you come back.” Her mom stated.

  “I don’t know mom, I’ve known him for so long. It seems like these are just stories about him. I can’t see him beating up his boss at all. Johnny was never mean to anyone. What happened with Mary?” She queried wanting to know more.

  “She says that he hurt her during sex.” Sally heard her mom sigh as she said the words.

  Sally shook her head, it had been rough between them the one time, so it was possible, she guessed. But as she thought of that afternoon her blood began to flow and she wanted him again.

  She knew she was being what some would term wishy-washy. However, there was an attraction a pull to that rough bad boy she had seen that day in the woods. She hung up realizing she had gotten all she could from her mom.

  Though she thought about calling Mary, she changed her mind. Instead she wanted to hear the story from Johnny. She wanted to see his face when he saw her again. Sally hoped that he would look at her like he used too so long ago.

  Chapter 4

  Sally could barely sleep on the trip back to the states. She was nervous again, wondering how people would look at her. They would surely think she failed; well she had in one way.

  But it hadn’t been a failure at anything but choosing the wrong person. “I should never have left Nebraska.” She murmured to herself.

  She saw her mom at the airport and ran into her arms. “I’ve missed you so much mom. I should never have left, it was horrible. I’m such an idiot.” Sally cried as her mom hugged her.

  “Its okay sweetie, we all make mistakes. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Maybe one day you can go back and try it again.” Her mom tried to cheer her up.

  “Mom I can’t I would rather do anything else. I was such an idiot and fell for his story. It’s was all my fault though, I should never have listened. Men, they are simply bad for me, or I’m not what they want.” Sally stated.

  “Oh my dear, I should have known a boy was behind it.” Her mom commented.

  “He was a man; he knew he was playing with my emotions. Just like Johnny, they are both horrible.” She tried to be mad at the two men, but felt angrier at herself.

  “Johnny?” Her mom questioned.

  “I don’t know it’s hard to explain. Can we just go home; I want to be in my own room.” She said.

  “Sure honey, let’s go.” Her mom helped with her bags and they left.

  Sally wasn’t sure why she had spewed so much to her mom, but knew her nerves were raw and on edge. She didn’t feel any better when they pulled into the driveway and Johnny was coming home as well.

  She saw him on the motorcycle and immediately remembered that day again. Sally felt the tears begin to fly out of her eyes. She tried to sneak into the house so he couldn’t see her.

  “Sally is that you?” She heard from behind her.

  She didn’t want to turn around; she knew he would see the tears in her eyes and the streaks running down her face. He walked up behind her and touched her shoulder, she didn’t have a choice.

  “Hi Johnny.” She said as she turned around.

  “What’s wrong why are you crying? What happened why are you back so quickly?” He questioned her quickly.

  “I can’t talk about it right now. Please don’t make me.” She pleaded. Her mother had taken her bags inside. It was just the two of them.

  “No tell me now, I want to know. Why are you back?” He asked.

  “I couldn’t do it. I was just too confused, and made a bad decision. I thought I could get you out of my mind, but it didn’t work. He only used me and threw me away, much like you did.” She said the last part with anger.

  “I didn’t throw you away. You told me that you were leaving. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t make you stay,
you wanted to leave. If you wanted more you would have stayed.” His face filled with anger.

  “Why didn’t you say something to me about how you felt? You had no problem before we had sex to tell me every day. But after you didn’t say a word about how you felt.” She stated.

  “Exactly what should I have said? Don’t go to Paris? I love you and want you to stay? To have you look at me every day of your life like I was the one who ruined your dream.” Johnny demanded.

  She thought about it for a moment and knew he was right. “So tell me what you feel for me?” She asked.