Beauty and the Mountain Man

by Frankie Love

  It takes all my strength to resist throwing her over my shoulder, spanking her tight little ass, and teaching her a lesson about what she really needs. But I don’t want to scare this beautiful creature that just walked through a blizzard to find me.

  I won’t hurt her, but I will have her.

  “Thank you,” she says as she walks through the front door tentatively. I watch her curvy ass as she moves and I shake my head, knowing what needs to happen soon.

  Very soon.

  Her legs spread, my mouth on her cunt, her body under mine.

  “The power is out,” I tell her.

  “That’s okay,” she says softly. I watch her take in the opulent foyer glowing in the candlelight. The massive gilded framed paintings, the chandelier overhead filled with a thousand sparkling gems. It is so extravagant, and hardly a reflection of me. “This place is beautiful. So...”

  “Over the top?” I give her a half-smile, wanting to put her at ease.

  “Yeah, I guess. Makes my campus apartment seem like a hovel. And this is safer than my car, that’s for sure.” She turns to face me, her smile lightening up the night. She may have had some apprehension, but it’s clear she’s relieved to have a roof over her head tonight “So, do you have somewhere I can put this?” Over her shoulder is a duffel bag. “I grabbed it before I left my car, thinking I might not get back to it for a few days.”

  I nod. “I’ll show you to a room. Are you hungry?” I take a candelabra in hand and begin walking up the staircase toward a suite of rooms that will suit her. Our shadows cast on the walls by the flickering candles, depict how just big I am and how small she is.

  “Wow. So, you actually are a good host? Just crappy at first impressions?” she asks, following me. “And no, I’m not hungry.”

  I clench my jaw. This woman puts it all out there. I like it. She’s not some fake girl who knows I’m loaded and wants in on the cash prize that could come with a marriage.

  Sure, this woman can tell I’m rich by this house, but it doesn’t seem to intimidate her.

  “You sure you’re okay with me being here? You didn’t even ask me my name,” she continues as we get to the landing.

  “Likewise,” I tell her thinly. I don’t mean to sound cold and detached, but the truth is, if I start with her I won’t be able to stop until I have all of her.

  “Fair enough,” she says, sighing. “I’m Bella.” She sticks out her hand, offering it to me.

  I pause, knowing the moment I touch her everything will change. She smells like rose oil and looks like candlelight. Soothing and warm, there is a faint glow about her that enraptures me.

  I must know more about her, all of her.

  Which means I need to relax, so I let my shoulders fall and my gaze soften. I don’t want to scare her away.

  “I’m Ronan,” I tell her, taking her delicate hand in my calloused one. I spent the last month chopping wood for the manor, even though it wasn’t necessary. How else am I supposed to work through the inner turmoil haunting me?

  I pull her hand to my mouth and brush my lips against her soft skin. My cock hardens, the beast within is awake.

  It’s like I’ve been in hibernation for a month, and am just now crawling out from my cave, ready to feast on what is before me.

  Bella.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, mistaking my desire for something bad.

  I clear my throat. “Nothing is wrong. But I don’t want you catching a cold, Bella. You need to get out of those clothes.”

  Her tongue darts from her mouth, my cock hardens at the sight of the pink tip, imagining it running down the length of my shaft, twirling over me; tasting the pre-cum that is surely there now.

  “That’s a good idea.” She lowers her chin as she lifts her eyes and her innocence shows, but so does her desire. “I probably need a shower too, to warm up.”

  “With the power out, I don’t think you’ll get a very pleasant shower. But if you need warming up, I can help with that.”

  I move in front of her, my cock as rigid as a rock—one I know will intimidate her. I press a palm against it as I move down the corridor, not wanting her intimidated by my arousal.

  When we get to her bedroom door, I push it open, revealing a beautiful chamber with an attached bathroom. I quickly walk around to the candelabras and light them with the candle in my hand so she isn’t left in the dark.

  There is a massive four-poster bed, draped with curtains. A thick carpet on the floor and a high ceiling with a painted scene of the sky above. It is exquisite, even if it isn’t to my taste.

  “Will this do?” I ask politely, restraining myself though it kills me. I step aside letting her in, not wanting to force myself in her room unasked.

  She likes what she sees, though, and for that, I’m glad to call this my home. She seemingly takes in every detail as she looks around and her curiosity tells me she likes discovering new things.

  Good, because she is going to discover a whole new side of me tonight.

  “It’s perfect.” She turns as she looks around and when she spins back, her eyes reach deep inside me.

  Yes, I have a growing lust for this woman, but it is more than that. The flicker of light behind her soft brown eyes tells me that all of this —the luxury surrounding us— means nothing to her, not really. The room fades away and in this moment, she only has eyes for me.

  I cough, knowing what I really want to do is grab her by the waist and lick her bare neck, taste her sweet skin. I clench my jaw tighter, forcing restraint.

  “Then I’ll leave you to it,” I tell her nodding, knowing I’m going to need to get in a shower myself and relieve this load that is pumping through me. Then I take another look at her and I can’t help myself from adding one more comment. The thought that’s causing my cock to throb. “Unless, of course, you’d like me to stay.”

  The corner of her lip raises and a spark flies between us.

  I catch it.

  She lifts an eyebrow and I don’t think she has any idea how damn seductive she is.

  “It’s a big, empty house and I scare easy, Ronan. I’m not sure I should be left alone.” She looks over at the window where we can see the snowstorm picking up, we hear the wind whip through the trees, howling in the night.

  “Where would you like me?” I ask knowing exactly where I belong. Pressed against her. I step toward her, knowing I can’t hold back much longer. The need inside me roars and she is the only one who can answer my call.

  She unzips her parka, shrugging it off. Her tits are fucking huge under that coat, in a tight sweater, and I see that her nipples are hard. And it’s not just from the cold.

  She’s as turned on as I am.

  She pulls her hair over her shoulder, her slender neck so damn kissable. I want to taste her skin and devour her body. Her collarbone protrudes, and her lips are full and everything about her screams innocence.

  I’ll need to be careful with her.

  With a coy smile, she shakes her head ever so slightly as I look her over. I move a step closer until there’s hardly a foot between us. She looks up at me with devotion, as if she’ll worship me if I let her.

  Oh hell, I’ll let her get down on her knees and pray all night long.

  “I don’t know this place like you do,” she whispers. “Where do you think I should be, so I don’t get scared during the storm?”

  “Right here,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her waist and drawing her near. “Right here in my arms.”

  Chapter 4

  Bella

  When he kisses me, I know I won’t ever be the same. His mouth is on mine, and our lips are parted as our tongues devour one another. I may never have slept with a man, but I have fantasized plenty of times and this is how it always starts.

  A man wrapping his arms around me, as if swearing he won’t let go, then kissing me until I’m dizzy. But this is no daydream, it’s real.

  And Ronan is more than a man. He’s an animal who is ready to take what
he’s found in the woods. Me.

  “Oh, Bella,” he groans in my mouth, my ear, against my skin. “You’re a fucking dream.”

  “Is this all make-believe?” I ask, not wanting it to be. But knowing that if all he offers is a kiss, I’ll relive it for the rest of my life.

  “No, baby. This is a fucking dream come true.”

  He lifts the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head. His eyes rake over my skin, my sheer bra barely containing my breasts. He unclasps the back, letting the bra fall to the side and he cups my breasts in his large hands, pulling them together and pressing his lips to them.

  It sends a shiver of longing up my spine. For the first time in forever, I realize that longing is not going to go unanswered.

  Tonight, I will have what I have been waiting for my entire life.

  I arch my back as he touches me, loving the way I feel in his hands. Small and precious and wanted.

  “I’ve never done this,” I admit. “I’m a virgin. But I want it, Ronan. With you. Now.”

  He looks into my eyes, so deeply he penetrates my soul. It’s the most reverent look I’ve witnessed in my life. “I’m glad you told me,” he says gruffly. “That way I can take my time with you, Bella.”

  I close my eyes as he unbuttons my pants, forcing them down past my curvy hips. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted—to be taken in such an unexpected way. That book where the princess was taken by the monster was just a fairy tale. But this? This is my ultimate fantasy.

  A man who’s unable to resist me. A man wanting me the way I want him. Knowing nothing but the other’s name, but unable to deny the electricity surging around them.

  I’m on fire thinking about it. I open my eyes, watching as Ronan hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, about to see all the parts of me I’ve saved. I want to see the look in his eyes as he takes me in.

  He drops to his knees. “Oh, god,” he growls as he presses his mouth to my pussy. He inhales, his beard tickling me, his need clearly mounting because his hands are suddenly on my butt. He pulls me toward him, kissing my body as if it is a treasure.

  It’s all too much. It’s everything and I haven’t even seen him.

  But oh, how I need him.

  “I know you said you wanted to take your time,” I whisper, my hands threading through Ronan’s thick hair. “But I need you in a way I’ve never known. It’s like my body is on fire and I don’t know how to tame the roaring flame.”

  He kisses my belly, my torso, and my breasts as he raises himself back up to standing. “I love how you tell me exactly how you feel. It’s so fucking hot how you don’t hold back. I don’t have that gift.” He pushes his hands through my hair and kisses me again. His hands are on my neck and his hips are pressing against my body. I feel how hard he is and I ache to see and touch and taste him.

  “Why do you hold back?” I ask as he steps away, pulling off his shirt, stepping out of his pants. I try to focus on his answer, but I’m distracted. His body is like a piece of art; like he has been chiseled from stone. A masterpiece just for me.

  He’s made of strong lines and fierce muscles. Ronan is all man as he stands before me, and it’s as if he is willing to offer me the world.

  “I’ve made bad choices, Bella. Didn’t always understand what mattered most. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

  His eyes are dark and I know the beast within, the one that he can’t reconcile, torments him.

  All I want to do is ease his pain.

  “Tonight,” I tell him. “We can both live in the moment.”

  “And that live-in-the-moment attitude, that’s what led you to cross a mountain pass in the middle of a snowstorm?” he asks, his finger on my chin, bringing my eyes to his.

  “It is. Foolish, maybe, but it’s also...” I pause, swallowing because the words bubbling up inside of me seem insane. The last thing I want to do is scare this mountain man; this man who is going to take my virginity.

  “It’s also meant to be. Like a fairy tale, right?” He says the words I was too scared to utter, and I drop my head back, knowing that whatever is happening, is the fates colliding.

  The snowstorm, which led me here. His wounded heart, along with my body that longs for his touch, it’s all so perfect. With the strum of his fingers against my bare skin and his capable hands taking care of my unmet needs. It’s so much more than I dreamed.

  So, I take what I want, knowing this sort of fantasy rarely comes to life. I pull down his boxers, needing his thick cock between my hands. Never having touched one before in my life but so ready for it. It’s hard, yet velvety smooth, and there’s nothing timid about it.

  Ronan’s cock is alive.

  For me.

  “Oh, Bella,” he groans as I touch him tentatively. “This is what I need.”

  His eager reaction to me encourages me to hold him with both hands, moving up and down him like he is a treasure to behold. And he truly is, because when I touch him it’s like I hold a gift in my hands. A very powerful gift.

  “Me too,” I tell him, knowing no truer words have ever fallen from my lips.

  He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. There is no strain in his eyes as he carries me to the bed, it’s as if I weigh nothing as he holds me against his massive biceps.

  “Let me make love to you first, my beautiful virgin,” he tells me, as my head hits the feather pillow and my bare body sinks against the satin sheets, while the storm blows outside the window. Ronan’s strong hands spread apart my thighs as he continues, “And after, let me ravish you.”

  I close my eyes, wishing that if I ever wake from this dream, I remember every detail.

  Because this is a story I want to retell for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 5

  Ronan

  As I roll on protection, I take in the sight of Bella, her naked body before me. Her creamy skin is unblemished and purity radiates from her. The fact I am the only man to have ever had her turns me on like nothing else.

  While part of me wants to pull her to me and sink my hard cock into her untouched pussy, I know she needs me to take my time. I don’t want to hurt her.

  My cock knows what it wants, but something is happening in my heart. Before we’ve even begun I already know that this is more than sex. This need is something fierce—but it’s also the awakening of a longing buried deep inside.

  “Just relax, sweet beauty,” I tell her as I move atop her. With arms on either side of her body, I cradle her. My fingers slide against her slick entrance—so unblemished and virginal. So sweet and creamy. So decidedly mine.

  “I am relaxed. I know you’re a stranger, but I think I always hoped it would be like this.”

  “Like what?” I ask, pulling my fingers, wet with her desire, to my mouth. I groan at her scent and her taste; untouched, saved just for me.

  “Like, you know,” she says, sighing under me. “With a man like you. You’re so intimidating... strong and manly.” She lifts her ass as I caress her tenderly, knowing her hymen is intact and not wanting to hurt this sweet creature in my care.

  My lip curls. “Manly, huh? That’s what you think I am?”

  “I think you’re more than a man,” she murmurs, “you’re a wild beast.”

  “Then let me wolf you down,” I growl. My cock moves to where it belongs, her tight channel opening as I press my hardness inside her. Her delicious cunt is so ripe and luscious, ready to be devoured.

  “Oh, yes,” she mewls as my cock deepens its hold on her. “Don’t hold back. Make me scream your name.”

  I cup her face with one hand, mesmerized by her beauty. “So demanding for a sweet virgin,” I tell her, as I push past her barrier, filling her untouched places with all I have to give.

  “I told you,” she moans, “I’ve been dreaming of this for years, but this is better than the books I read. This is...” Suddenly, she stops talking. Her words are no longer making sense as I move against her, taking her breath away. “Oh,
Ronan,” she screams, her legs locking around me, and I lift her sweet ass up, kneeling on the bed, with her ass in my hands.

  I fuck her and make love to her and take her and pleasure her all at once. Her perfect tits bounce as she sinks against me, her arms wrap around my neck as I move harder against her, wanting to take care of her the way she dreamed a wild beast would do.

  Her pussy is tight and swollen with heat and as an orgasm builds inside her, I slow, letting each pump of my manhood force her to gasp for breath, claw at my skin, imprint myself against the template of her heart.

  Her body thrums with pleasure as I finish, both of us coming with a gasp. The heat is vibrating between us, the energy shifting from our bodies to our minds as we still against one another. I lower myself to the bed, cradling her in my arms, our eyes locked the entire time.

  There is nothing between us in this moment, our bodies and souls are one.

  “My beast,” she murmurs as she closes her eyes, her cheek against my chest, her soft skin the only blanket my body needs.

  I kiss her forehead softly, whispering, “My beauty,” as she falls asleep in my arms.

  Chapter 6

  Bella

  I awaken to the sun blazing through the bedroom window. I roll over in the sheets, a sleepy smile on my face, remembering the dreams from the night before. Remembering the sex from the night before too.

  Lacey will die when she hears about this. As I stand to look out the window, wrapping a sheet around me, I sorta die too. My thighs are wobbly, my pussy tender and I’m remembering the way we woke up in the middle of the night and began having sex on all fours. It was animalistic and exactly what I desired.

  My body tingles remembering the way Ronan cupped my breasts and pushed himself inside of me. I remember crying out in pleasure as he came on my bare ass. His come sliding between my ass cheeks. And then later when I was on my back, the way he came again, but this time his ribbons of come coating my breasts.