Sugar Mountain: The Complete Series (The Mountain Men of Linesworth Book 4)
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But first I want her to turn around.
“I've never done something like this before,” she whispers into the fire.
Harper is different from the women in my past. Sure, those women were strangers, just like Harper. Just like her, they were looking for something with a desperation, a need—a hunger for my cock to satiate them the way only a one night stand can offer.
But Harper is nothing like those women.
She isn't experienced, has never been filled the way I intend to fill her now.
I moved to the woods because I needed to get away from everyone. Once the Sherriff started screwing with our business, I knew there was no point in sticking around. I thought that taking my money and moving out here, to the woods, would be enough.
But I was wrong. Nothing will be enough unless I can have Harper.
Not forever—I don't do that bullshit. But one night? Yes. One night is something we both need.
I walk over to her at the fire, my cock aching with each step I take.
“I'm so nervous,” she admits, still not turning around. “I was going to save myself for marriage. But maybe….”
“Maybe you were really just saving yourself for me,” I growl, placing a hand on her shoulder and spinning her to face me.
Her eyes are filled with desire, with longing. I can't wait to fill everything up. And I know I will. Just as I guessed, she's a virgin. And her tight pussy is gonna explode when I set her down on my thick wood.
She'll never be able to walk again without thinking of my cock inside of her.
Looking down I take in her perfect round breasts. I want to take off that bra so I can see her nipples, so I can run my hands over them, massage them, suck them as she sucks me.
“Are they okay?” she asks, looking down at her breasts. “I've never taken my shirt off for a man before.”
A smile dances over her lips.
“I did take off my top once with my fiancé,” she adds. “I was trying to see how far we could go before he made me stop … but he wasn't a man. He was nothing like you.”
“So he's the one who wanted to stop before?” I ask, surprised. “Not you?”
“Does that make me slutty?” she asks. The word on her lips shock me. Everything about her has been so sweet and sincere—a word like that sounds so crass.
I like it.
“Wanting to make love is not slutty. It's natural,” I tell her.
She bites her lip, her eyes dancing with the light of the fire. “I don't want to make love.”
“What do you want?” I ask, lifting my hands to her chest, palming her beautiful lace bra. I want to pull it off, reveal her fully, but I want to take it slow, too, since it's her first time.
“I want to be fucked,” she says.
I grin, unable to suppress it. This girl is making me insane.
She has been sheltered, but she wants to be set free.
I can unleash the collar around her neck, show her how to be wild.
It's what I’ve practiced my whole goddamned life.
I slide down the straps of her bra, using my fingers to unclasp the back. It falls to the floor, and her breasts tumble out.
“Fuck, your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Don't call them that,” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “I want you to call them tits. I want you to use the words I've never been allowed to say.”
“Your tits are fucking gorgeous, Harper,” I tell her truthfully. Because they are. They are the most gorgeous tits I've seen in my life.
“I'm glad you like them,” she says earnestly. “Now … show me your cock.”
HARPER
I can't believe this is happening. It's the one thing I swore I would never, ever do before I was married.
The one thing I’ve imagined doing for so long.
And now I've taken off my bra … or, rather, Jax has taken off my bra.
I never even got this far with my fiancé.
But Jax is nothing like him.
Thank you, God.
And now I lick my lips in anticipation. I have never seen a cock in my life. Not even a picture, not in a movie—because of course porn was beyond off-limits in my parents’ house.
But I have imagined them.
I heard them described by those girls I went to camp with when I was a teenager. But since I finished my homeschool education and graduated, I’ve never spent enough time away from the house to be exposed to anything forbidden.
I helped my mom with my younger siblings, all nine of them. I never moved out because I was waiting to be the wife, the helpmate to Luke.
Before he abandoned me.
And the thing is, I wanted the life I was supposed to have with him. Simple, domestic. I still want to have babies, be a mother, homeschool my kids, and make dinner for my husband. I just don't know when I will ever trust the men in our congregation again.
What if the other men who want to court me are like Luke? What if they end up being liars?
I can't think of that, because that is the future. And when I decided to take this one night as something for myself, I said I wouldn't think of the past or the future.
Just the now.
Keep Calm and Carry On.
“You are gonna love it,” Jax says, unbuttoning his pants, not at all insecure. Not like me.
I'm so scared I'm going to do it all wrong, have bad sex and not give him what he needs. Because I know that's what sex is about—giving a man the thing they desire. At least that's all I've ever been taught in regards to my wedding night.
“I've never seen one before,” I admit in a whisper.
“Well, honey, this is gonna be a fucking treat.” He drops his pants, pulls at the band of his boxer briefs, and reveals his cock, in all of its naked glory.
I gasp, not able to contain myself.
“That is so pretty,” I tell him, my eyes growing wide as I take it in. His cock is a hard rod, easily ten inches. The thickness is more than I imagined. I thought I'd be able to put my hand around it easily, but this is much bigger than that … bigger than….
Oh my gosh, how could that fit inside me?
“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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