by Frankie Love
“Pretty?” Jax laughs. “My cock has been called many things, but pretty is not one of them.”
“But it is, Jax,” I say, reverently, dropping to my knees, wanting to get a better look. The color is a warm red, veiny and translucent in a way that gets my pussy wet. I’ve never imagined having such an irresistible desire to put my mouth on something.
But I do. I want that cock in my mouth, I want to feel it hit the back of my throat. I want to gag on his size.
I don’t even know where these thoughts are coming from, but I am overcome by them.
“Can I touch it?” I ask, apprehensively.
“Oh, honey, you can do anything to it you like.”
“Um,” I say, looking up at him. “I won’t hurt it, will I, by touching it? It looks like it’s about to burst.”
“That’s because you are the most fucking gorgeous woman who’s ever laid eyes on it, Harper. That’s because all I want to do is put my hard wood in your pussy.”
I feel myself tremble at his words; they are the only words I’ve ever longed to hear. He wants me. Wants me hard and good. He wants me, and he is ready.
I take his length in my hands, slowly rubbing up and down, and he groans as I touch him.
“Oh, honey, that feels so good.”
“Have you had a lot of woman touch you?” I ask, worry rising up in me again. I’m scared the other woman will have done it right and that I’ll do this wrong.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re touching me now.”
He puts my worries to rest, and so I pull my hand up and down on his massive hardness, and then I reach for his balls. Two delicious balls, and I can’t help but press my face closer to his rod, I want to smell his cock, his balls, all of him. He smells woodsy and clean. Pine needles and a wood stove. He smells like the Earth.
He smells like a man.
He moans as I do this, which makes me think maybe I am doing it right. His soft skin is like butter and I can’t help but run my tongue down the length of him.
I have a desire to touch myself, but I push the idea away, knowing it is a sin to think that way.
But this is all a sin, isn’t it?
I can’t help but wonder why a sin feels so good? My tongue licks his cock, and I open my mouth wider, wanting to put his length inside. His cock pushes my lips wider, and his hardness fills my mouth, just like I wanted.
“Oh, Harper, that feels so fucking good.”
I can’t help but moan as I dip my head up and down, sucking on his rod. He thrusts into my mouth, and then puts his hands on my head, rocking into me nice and slow.
He groans and I fondle his balls with my hands.
“That’s so nice,” he says.
I love the sensation of his warmth in my mouth. It makes me feel so amazing, special. My hands and my mouth are making him so happy. I want to pleasure him this way all night long.
Before I can think that through, I feel his seed in my mouth. He thrusts harder in my mouth as he comes. With a rush of pleasure, I realize I get to swallow his come.
I pull his thickness out of mouth, wanting to see the come spurt from his tip. I’ve never seen such a powerful thing. Ropes of come are released, and I lean in to lick it off, to swallow the salty goodness. The powerful seed. I don’t want any of it to spill on the ground—I want it in me.
I want him in me.
The realization fills my core with desire. I want that massive rod to press between my legs and I want that come to shoot up inside my pussy.
“I need more. I need more of you. Can you do that again, stay this hard and come again?”
“Oh, girl, I can come all night long.”
“Then do that. Do that to me.”
I stand and unbutton my pants, slide them off. Any of the inhibition I still carried left the moment I tasted him.
I want more of that creamy sex.
“God, woman,” Jax says, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him. I’m still in my panties, but I can already feel his hardness rubbing against me. It feels so nice.
I didn’t think bodies could feel this way, and my pussy hasn’t even been touched yet. Been touched ever.
Nothing has ever rubbed down there—not even me, because I knew it was wrong.
But now it’s all I want.
Now it’s so right.
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Ready for more in this ovary-exploding world?!
There are plenty of stories set on this mountain!
The Mountain Man’s Babies:
TIMBER: Book 1
BUCKED: Book 2
WILDER: Book 3
HONORED: Book 4
CHERISHED: Book 5
Coming Nov. 2017: BUILT: Book 6
Also by Frankie Love
THE ENTIRE FRANKIE LOVE COLLECTION:
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MOUNTAIN MAN CANDY
Stand-Alone Romance:
HIS BILLION DOLLAR SECRET BABY
UNTAMED
RUGGED
HIS MAKE BELIVE BRIDE
HIS KINKY VIRGIN
WILD AND TRUE
BIG BAD WOLF
MISTLETOE MOUNTAIN: A MOUNTAIN MAN’S CHRISTMAS
Our Virgin:
Protecting Our Virgin
Craving Our Virgin
Forever Our Virgin
F*ck Club:
A-List F*ck Club
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The Mountain Man’s Babies:
TIMBER
BUCKED
WILDER
HONORED
CHERISHED
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CLAIMED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN
ORDERED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN
WIFED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN
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CHARMED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE
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About the Author
Frankie Love writes sexy stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.
Find Frankie here:
www.frankielove.net
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