Wild Beast_A Mountain Man Romance

by Katie Ford

  “I trust you. You have a kind face despite your animal ways,” Emma says quietly. She steps closer. “I know you, Damien. I won’t change my mind.”

  For the first time in my life, I’m speechless. Who is this girl, and why is she coming back for more? I know that I shouldn’t touch her. but I’m powerless to stop myself. And before I can think about what I’m doing, I grab her in my arms and pull her into a passionate kiss.

  Crushing Emma’s body to mine, I put my hands on her waist before moving them down to her generous ass and squeezing hard. Emma’s response is immediate. She kisses me desperately, shoving her tongue in my mouth and wriggling around. She sucks on my lower lip, dragging her teeth across the sensitive flesh. I can’t help but groan as my cock grows stiff in my pants.

  “God, I want you,” I growl in Emma’s ear after breaking the kiss and nipping at her neck. Emma arches her back and presses her tits against my chest. I can feel her bra through thin material of her shirt and I growl as I rip the fabric away from her body. Her bra is purple satin in her skin looks creamy and pale against the dark material.

  She looks good enough to eat.

  Dropping to my knees, I bury my face in Emma’s cleavage and start sucking her tits. She yelps and whimpers as I pull a stiff nipple free and begin dragging my teeth over the sensitive skin. Emma tastes so good, like flowers and honey, and I close my eyes and groan with arousal and she presses her body against my face. Before, I didn’t take my time with her.

  But now that she’s come back of her own free will?

  I’m going to give her a night she’ll never forget.

  Emma tangles her hands in my hair and yanks, just hard enough to feel good. She’s shaking and quivering and I can smell her pussy through the material of her jeans. My hands tremble as I yank at the zipper and pull the fabric down her thick hips. She’s wearing thin pink panties and the crotch is already dark with her juices.

  Glancing up at Emma, I command her to meet my gaze.

  “Look at me,” I growl sharply. “I want to see your face as I lick your clit.”

  Emma’s cheeks are bright red and she’s biting her lower lip as looks into my eyes. Without looking away, I slide a finger inside the crotch of her panties and push a finger into her soaking wet cunt.

  Emma gasps in pleasure. She closes her eyes and throws her head back.

  Immediately, I yank my hand away. Emma gasps and looks down at me in horror.

  “I told you that I want to see your face,” I grunt. “Don’t look away again or I’ll stop.”

  Emma squeaks and flushes, but bashfully bites her lips and nods. The scent of her pussy is musky and tangy and it’s driving me wild. This time, when I slide a finger between her legs, she arches her back and moans but keeps her eyes locked on mine.

  I slip a second finger inside of her. God, she’s so fucking tight and wet! My cock twitches in anticipation but I’m not ready to fuck her yet. Leaning close, I press my face to her pussy and start licking her through her panties. The material is soaking and Emma starts shaking and moaning as I dart my tongue over the fabric.

  Emma howls with pleasure, giving me a brilliant and dirty idea. Without letting go of her hips, I pull my fingers from her cunt and gently massage her asshole, rubbing the puckered bud until I can feel her start to relax.

  “Damien!” Emma gasps. “What are you doing to me?”

  Leaning away from her pussy, I look up at her and smirk. “I’m rubbing your asshole, baby girl, and I know it must feel so fucking good. You like that, don’t you?”

  Emma can only moan in response. She’s growing weak in the knees and finally I pull my hand free, licking my fingers clean of her juices before pulling her panties down and ripping the fabric from her body. As soon as she’s free of her jeans, I grab her thighs and pull her down on the floor with me before kissing her deeply.

  “Lick your juices off me, baby,” I growl. “Clean me up.”

  Emma obeys. Her pink tongue licks all over my chin and beard and I tangle my hands in her hair, keeping her face pressed close to mine until I know that I’m clean. When we pull apart, I stare at her lush body as I rip my shirt off and toss it to the side. As always, being naked feels freeing, like I am returning to my natural state as a beast.

  I yank down my jeans and step out of them, kicking them away before lying down on floor with Emma. My cock is rock-hard and pulsing for her – nine inches of man ready to rip her apart. The thought of having her again is delicious and I can hardly stop myself from spreading her legs and diving right in.

  But Emma has other ideas. She reaches down and wraps her soft and chubby hand around my shaft. Pleasure explodes in my lower belly and I grunt as Emma begins to move her fingers up and down. I can tell that she is inexperienced but it doesn’t matter – her enthusiasm more than makes up for it. As she strokes me, a hot ball of ecstasy begins to build in my balls.

  Finally, I shove her hand away. Rolling Emma onto her back, I gently slap her thighs open and crawl in. She moans as I steady myself with a hand on her hip and dive inside of her waiting pussy. My cock slides right in and I can feel her soft wet flesh stretching to accommodate my massive girth. She feels even better than she did the last time and she wraps her legs around my waist so that I have to strain hard with every thrust.

  “Oh god, yeah,” Emma groans. I put my hands on her tits and slide them deep inside her purple bra so that I can massage her nipples. I stretch the material of her bra with my hands and pull it up so her breasts spill to the side. Dipping my face to Emma’s body, I bite and suckle at her nipples until she’s moaning beneath me. I feel like a wild creature, taking her like this, and it is unleashing my deepest inhibitions.

  “I want to ride you from behind,” I grunt. Pulling my cock free, I slap Emma on the ass and roll her over so that she is face down on the floor. Then, I run my hand between her voluptuous ass cheeks and gently tease her puckered hole until she squirms. Mounting her, I spread her ass and slide my cock into her pussy without taking my fingers from her butt.

  “Someday, baby girl, I’m going to fuck you in the ass and you’re gonna love it,” I growl.

  Emma moans. I hump and ride her wildly, burying myself deep in her cunt until my pubic hair is soaked with her juices. With my free hand, I reach under her body and start rubbing at her clit in time with my thrusts. Emma goes wild. She bucks and groans and shudders beneath me until I can feel her curvy body shaking with the force of a powerful orgasm. Her clit trembles and her pussy squeezes my manhood as if she wants to milk my cum.

  “Unnh!” she gasps, eyes wide and white. “Oh god, yes!”

  Before I can control it, I’m coming deep inside of Emma. I had meant to take my time with her, but when Emma is around I can’t control myself. Fucking her again felt natural -- just as being a hermit feels natural.

  For a few moments, we lie on the floor. I pull out and then take Emma in my arms. We’re both covered in sweat and her juices, and I close my eyes as I inhale the intimate fragrance. My mouth opens to say something, but the curvy girl beats me to it.

  “One of these days, I’m going to learn how to suck your cock,” Emma whispers. She reaches between our bodies and strokes me, just gently enough to make me jump. The idea of her plump pink lips wrapped around my member is enough to get me hard again and I get to my knees with a smirk.

  “That day could be today,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her. Emma blushes.

  “You have to teach me,” Emma replies. She swallows nervously and bites her lip.

  Without speaking, I take her hand and guide it back to my cock. By the time she’s leaning close, I’m trembling with need. Emma dips her head to my crotch and wraps her mouth around my tip. Her lips and tongue are soft and warm and when I feel her tongue flicking against my head, I groan.

  “You’re a natural,” I grunt. My eyes roll back with ecstasy as I tangle my hand in Emma’s hair and start to move her head up and down. Her technique is messy and inexperienced but there is clear p
assion behind it and her efforts to please me are immensely satisfying.

  I take Emma’s free hand in mine and guide it to my balls. I show her how to massage them, keeping my fingers over hers until she has rhythm. It feels so heavenly that I realize I’m holding my breath just before I come.

  “FUCK!” comes my roar as my fingers grip her hair tight. Emma takes my seed like a champ. She laps it up, licking her lips when she’s finished. As I look into her soft brown eyes, I feel something unlike anything I have ever felt. I still have no idea why a girl like Emma would want anything to do with a beast like me. She’s like my very own Beauty from the old story, and I’m the fucking monster.

  Except I’m not keeping her here against her will.

  She came to see me. She sought me out.

  And why was I weak enough to cave once again?

  “Damien?” When Emma speaks, her voice is soft and concerned. “What’s the matter?”

  God, who is this beautiful girl, and why does she want anything to do with a creature like me?

  “Nothing,” I lie. “There’s nothing wrong, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Nine

  Emma

  This time, Damien doesn’t have to lead the way. I’m able to keep pace with him as we make our way out of the woods and back to town.

  Something’s wrong. I don’t know what’s bothering him, but I can tell that there’s definitely something on Damien’s mind. But every time I ask him about it, he doesn’t reply.

  “You can talk to me,” I say, offering the words like an olive branch. “I promise, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

  The moon is shining high overhead in the sky and the nighttime air is chill and calm as we walk along in silence.

  “Really,” I add. “Damien, I hardly even have any friends. And it’s not like I could ever— “

  “Emma, enough,” Damien snaps. “Please. I don’t feel like having a conversation with you right now.”

  I pout. His words sting – especially because I thought we’d been getting closer.

  “Fine,” I mutter under my breath. “Don’t worry about it, then.”

  Rocks and leaves crunch under my feet as I trudge along the road. By now, I recognize exactly where we are. We’re almost back to the road that leads into town, and my heart lurches when I realize that soon, it’ll be time to say goodbye.

  I take a big gulp of air and swallow it nervously. I don’t want to go back to my boring life. I want to stay with Damien in his rustic little cabin, eating his stew and warming my feet by the fire.

  Most of all, I want to stay in Damien’s bed. I want him to pull me into his arms and kiss me. I want him to hold me tight, all night long.

  And I want his cock deep inside my pussy.

  “Here we are,” Damien says gruffly. He clears his throat and stops walking.

  I bite my lip and turn to him. In the moonlight, I can see the sharp angles of his cheekbones. His sapphire eyes look black.

  “You’ll be fine on your own,” Damien says.

  The tension between us is growing thicker with each passing second and again, I have to stifle the urge to throw my arms around his neck and crush my body to his. But the chance is slipping away, and I know I can’t do that.

  I don’t have the courage to admit how I’m feeling. So I stare at Damien until he narrows his eyes.

  “I don’t want to go,” I say softly. “I wish I could stay here with you.”

  “Emma,” Damien says slowly. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “I do,” I insist. “I feel safe with you, Damien. Why can’t you just believe me?”

  “Because you’re too young to know what you want,” Damien growls. “And I can’t let you get hurt.”

  Before I can argue, he’s slipped away into the trees like some kind of phantom. I’m left standing there alone, and I feel like the world’s biggest fool.

  How could a man like Damien Evercore ever want someone like me?

  Goose bumps break out over my skin and I wrap my arms around myself and hug myself tightly. Damien must still be close by, but I can’t hear him – he’s so stealthy that he’s already managed to slip off.

  With a deep sigh, I shove my hands in my pockets and turn towards town. I have no idea what my parents will say when I get home, but I’m not looking forward to lying and making up excuses.

  After half an hour, I reach the end of the long driveway. I’m freezing cold by now – why was I dumb enough not to bring a warm coat? Because I wanted Damien to ask me to stay, I realize unhappily.

  The front door is open, and there are loud voices from the hallway. Frowning, I walk over to see my mother talking to Gina, our chef.

  “Mrs. Hadley, I’m so sorry for the delay,” Gina says. She throws me an apologetic glance over my mother’s shoulder. “Dinner will be ready very soon.”

  “Very good,” my mother replies. She sounds as if she doesn’t have the energy for a fight, and I feel a sudden pang of pity for her. There are dark circles under her eyes and her brown hair is tied up in a bun to hide the greasy roots.

  Gina gives me a brief nod before disappearing into the kitchen and leaving me with my mother.

  “Emma, where have you been?”

  Before I can answer, the loud sound of a door slamming makes me jump. I gasp and cover my mouth with both hands as my father strides into the foyer.

  “I’m starving,” my father grumbles. “When the fuck are we eating?”

  Mom bites her lip as her cheeks turn pale. “Gina is plating our food now,” she says. “I’m sure if we head into the dining room, dinner will be ready soon.”

  My father frowns at the sight of me, as if seeing me for the first time. “Fine,” he snaps. Without waiting for a response from my mother or me, he turns on his heel and stalks into the dining room.

  “He’s in a mood,” Mom says quietly under her breath. “Come on, Emma. You don’t want your food to get cold.”

  I reluctantly follow her into the dining room and take my seat across from Mom and next to my father. Gina brings in a tray laden with dishes and sets it down.

  “Here you are, Mr. Hadley,” Gina says as she places a steaming platter in front of my father. She serves my mother, then me before turning her attention back to my father. “Is there anything else that I can get for you sir?”

  “Get out,” my father snaps. “I have personal matters to discuss with my family.”

  Gina ducks her head and scoots out of the dining room. As soon as the kitchen door closes, my father turns to my mother.

  “Ramona, I don’t like it when my household doesn’t run smoothly,” my father growls in a low voice. “Do I need to fire the staff?”

  “No,” Mom says quickly. “I’m sorry, Jason. Today was very chaotic.”

  Heavenly aromas float through the air, but I’m not hungry. All I can do is push my shrimp scampi around on the plate. My stomach is twisting and churning – being around my father always makes me feel anxious. He’s such a bully! Plus, I hate the way he talks to my mother.

  “Emma, I hope your grades are better this semester,” my father says. He snorts rudely. “Emma?”

  My head snaps up and I blink. “Oh, yes, they are,” I say quickly. “They’re much better, in fact. I’m getting a ‘B’ in Medieval Literature.”

  My father stares at me for a moment without speaking. Just as I think he’s about to open his mouth to praise me, he narrows his eyes and glares.