Page 4 of Scarred Mountain Man
All the blood rushes south as I take her in, my eyes trailing over her body longingly before my brain can erase the vision of the beauty but... she stays.
One, three, five minutes later and she stays, almost as if she's real.
But she can't be real.
I have lived in this mountain long enough to know what's real and what's not. A beauty like that wouldn't be caught anywhere near this rough terrain. I have run into all sorts of people here but none of them were quite as beautiful… almost ethereal.
"Uhm... hi there."
Fuck, even her voice sounds dreamy, and the way that luscious mouth parts causes my cock to jump as I imagine that pussyy little mouth wrapped around me.
She's not real, I remind myself. The wild berries from earlier are messing with my head and the girl standing a few feet from me is just a figment of my imagination. She's not real and yet... she seems it.
But she's not.
If she were real, she would cringe at my scars and the expression on her face would be one of fear and horror, like everyone else that's ever met me. But this angel doesn't look at me like I'm a monster. There is fear in those beautiful eyes but there is also curiosity and something else, something heated – not an ounce of disgust.
She's not real!
I start for her, water splashing around me as I make my way out of the river naked. The angel blushes at the sight of my nudity, her cheeks flushing into a pretty, rosy hue as I approach her. She tries to look anywhere but at my erection, but I notice the way her breathing grows shallow and the skin around her neck flushes deeper.
"Aah, maybe you should put some clothes on. I don't think you should be walking around naked in a forest. There are... bears and stuff."
Oh,I know.
I also know that there isn't an animal in this mountain more dangerous than this girl. She's the only one who could bring me to my knees, even if she's not real. Christ, how long has it been since I've seen a woman, interacted with one? More thana decade of living in this mountain alone... it's no wonder my fucked-up brain conjured the most perfect vision.
Later, when the high drops and I wake up alone and naked on the forest floor, I'll remember this beautiful vision of a woman and store it in my memories to live off, but right now, I need to take advantage of it. I need to touch her before she disappears just as fast as she appeared.
"Uhm... I..." The vision stutters as she backs up a step and then another but I'm faster and soon, I have my hand wrapped around her small waist and her petite body pulled flush against me. She shudders in my arms, her eyes widening with alarm.
"Perfect," I growl deeply, cupping her cheeks with my free hand, and fuck, she's so soft and smooth–all feminine. She smells incredible too, like candy and notes of something else. Something pussyy. "I couldn't have conjured a more perfect vision of an angel."
"Sir, I..."
"Shaw," I grind, desperate to hear my name slip from that pussyy little mouth even as my hand drops down, squeezing her tight little ass into my palm.
"Shaw," she gasps, her pretty blue eyes blinking at me in confusion, and Goddamnit if her sultry voice doesn't send my swollen cock jutting against her thigh. "W-what are you doing?” She stammers.
“So goddamned gorgeous,” I whisper, raking my gaze hungrily over her body and the animal in me is begging to come out and play, but I hold myself back. A gift like this needs to be savored and not rutted hard on the dirty forest floor. And yet, despite the thought, I can’t grasp onto my control as I bury my face in her hair. I inhale her soft scent in long gulps, committing it to memory. “So fucking pussyy,” I breathe, running my handdown her neck, over the perfect swell of her tits and down to her stomach. I hesitate for just a moment, contemplating all the things I want to do to this angel. She whimpers with need, pressing her body flush against mine and the sound nearly undoes me, but I refuse to let this dream slip away so easily. My hand teases the hem of her sweater before slipping underneath to caress the hot skin beneath.
Her body shudders against mine when I close my palm over her tits and she bucks against me when I squeeze, feeling her nipple pebble under my touch, and my mouth waters at the thought of kissing them.
“Shaw… I… wait–”
I can’t wait… my balls are threatening to bust with the need for relief. I haven’t touched, or smelled, anything perfect like this in years, if ever. I have waited for more than a decade… I can’t wait any longer even if I wanted to. My mind is yelling for me to breed her, fuck into her so hard and leave her belly swollen. Keep her with me in my cabin for all eternity.
“Need you, now!” I growl, fondling her tits and rubbing my cock against her thigh like an animal in heat. My cock drips of precum and begs for a chance to be inside of her, but I don’t think I can wait for both of us to be naked to come.
With a rough growl, I shove her legs apart and drop my aching cock between her thighs, rolling my hips needily against her jean-clad pussy.
I groan deeply when I start rocking hard against her inner thigh, rubbing my cock hungrily over her hot pussy even as I squeeze her ass. She whimpers in my arms, the sound raw and so damn sultry it sends my cock aching, but it’s her slender hand touching my shoulder that almost sends me plummeting to the ground. I haven’t had anyone touch me like this… ever. It’s gentle and yet,it’s enough to beckon to the animal growling in my chest to take her.
Mine!
She’s a fucking figment of my imagination but she is mine and… damnit, I am going to claim her until every living thing in the mountain knows that one of the beasts has found its mate.
“Mine!” I growl, threading my fingers through her blond hair and grasping a fistful of it to tilt her head back as I lay open-mouthed kisses over her neck. A thrill sweeps over my body when the grip she has on my shoulder tightens.