Mountain Man Bad Boy Read Online Natasha L. Black

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As he sucked, he pressed gently against me in a slow rhythm that promised more to come. I matched his thrusts, leaning into his embrace and relaxing when he pulled away. He responded by abandoning my breast and searching lower, down to my navel. Painting it with kisses, his tongue explored the indentation in my abdomen as if I were a delicate dessert.

I knew where he was going, and I wanted to stop him. I didn’t want to be the star of the show—I wanted to share my passion. I reached down to his shoulders, gently guiding his lips back to my mouth. With soft fingers, I traced the curve of his spine down to his buttocks. They were so firm and fit magically into my hands. After giving them each a squeeze, I skimmed around to the front, finding him stiff and ready for action.

Using two hands, I primed the pump, massaging his manhood from base to tip. He put his hands on either side of my ears and let me touch him, rocking into my embrace. When I was ready, I guided his head to my entrance. As soon as he was in position, Porter took over, lowering himself carefully into my canal.

I let him fill me, feeling my passage expand to accommodate him. The sensation was so delicious, so welcome, and so comforting. After the explosion of activity and the aftermath, sex burned all the negativity away. My body came alive but in a gentle, glowing way that made every fiber of my being sing.

He just sat there for a long moment, completing me, buried deep within my soul. When he moved, it was with luxurious strokes, more refined than frantic, like fine dining compared to ravenous consumption. I ached every time he withdrew and rejoiced when he reconnected.

Together, we built slowly toward the finale. I pushed upward, eager to take every inch of what he had to give. He restrained himself to the very end, allowing me to luxuriate in the sensation. I rose by degrees to the top of the mountain, as if I were floating into the sky on gossamer wings. At the very peak, he sped up, hammering his tool into place, breaking the gentility of our encounter.

I cried out, thrust over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. We came as one, grinding together in our relief. I felt my inner muscles grip his cock, pulsing around him with infinite delight. He pressed forward, emptying himself into me, crawling even deeper.

I inhaled triumph, weary from the journey. He relaxed on top of me, dropping his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. I felt the comforting weight of his body, his cock still inside me, and drifted deliciously toward slumber. The last thing I remembered was Porter disengaging, helping me find the pillow and climb beneath the covers. I fell asleep with his arms around me, safe and sound after a whirlwind of a day.

29

PORTER

The morning after, I woke up before I was scheduled to be at work. I didn’t know how—something about being sober and responsible had brought me from a deep sleep to wakefulness. Gina’s bed was softer than mine, her comforter more luxurious. I opened my eyes to find her tucked beneath my arm, her hair fanned out across my chest.

I tried to extricate myself from her without waking her, but she stirred the moment I pulled my arm from under her.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I’m supposed to be at work today. I need to call your dad.”

Gina frowned for a moment before saying, “No, I should call him. He needs to know what happened with George. And since I have no intention of letting you go, we might as well tell him about us too.”

I was both nervous and excited about this prospect. “Are you sure?” I asked her.

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

Gina dialed her dad’s phone and relayed the information of what had happened the night before and that George was in police custody. After that part of the conversation was over, she said, “And, Dad, there’s something else you should know.” Putting her phone on speaker, we told her father that we were a couple.

To my unending shock, he was supportive. He also threatened to feed me to the woodchipper if I hurt his little girl. I promised him that I would always do everything in my power to treat her the way she deserved.

“You deserve good things too, Porter,” Mr. Matthews said, causing a lump to rise in my throat. “You take all the time you need.”

I promised I would return in two days and work through my weekend to pick up the missing shifts. I just hoped that two days would be enough to set Gina back on her feet. Her boss had forced her to take an additional week off, and that meant she would be alone during the day if I went to work. But I could commute from Nashville for a while, if she wanted me to. I had a feeling she would appreciate the company in her apartment. That, or she could come stay with me.

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