“Fuck, you’re so tight when you come. Such a sweet cherry cunt,” he pulls out of me before he shoves his tongue inside me. My star filled eyes cross as he flicks his tongue over my clit as he eats me from behind. “You get so juicy wet for daddy. Such a good little slut,” he roars as he slams back inside of me again.
There is no shame or awkwardness. No holding back or hiding from this. I might not know his middle name or how many babies he wants. I have no idea of his trauma or the pain behind the scars littering his body. But Iwill. All I need to know now is this connection is as real as it is raw.
Lying us out by the fire again, he pumps inside of me a few more times before his teeth sink into my shoulder as he comes again. I almost purr as he cradles me to him as he fills me. It is aeuphoria I am already addicted to. I never want to touch another man or let another touch me. I don’t think I will ever look at another man, I never want to take my eyes off him.
“Such a good little girl,” he murmurs as he kisses my shoulder, my throat, nuzzling me. “You might have come here to give me that ornament. You were the present tonight, Serena.”
Smiling, I nod as I snuggle back against him. We fit together so well. As if two halves of a whole. I am safe, sated, and just as obsessed as he is. I glance up at the mostly bare tree, stunned by the simple beauty of it. It is the same as he was before I found him last night. Fine just as it was. Yet a little better with a little piece it had no idea it was missing.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take care of my girl,” he murmurs.
Turning, I am about to question what he means before I laugh as he bends to scoop me up. Tossing me over his shoulder with ease, he smacks my ass as he stalks down the hall. Dipping a little, he sets me on my feet in what I realize is a huge, beautiful stonework bathroom. Going to a large sunken tub, really a huge boulder, he starts a warm bath. Stepping in, he holds his hand out to draw me in with him.
“Oh, this is lovely,” I sigh as I nestle between his legs, lying back against his firm chest. “This bathroom is beautiful. This is too,” I hum as his thick arms close around me, a sponge in his hand. Giving it a squeeze, he pours warm, soapy water over one shoulder. Then the other. He moves my hair over my shoulder, dumping more water over my breasts, between my thighs, before he starts to scrub my back.
“I need to be careful with your pretty skin. I want my marks on you,” he is quick to clear up his comment. “Not so much. People will know you belong to me with or without my marks.”
“Will they? Because you will tell them?” I tease, closing myeyes as he dumps shampoo into my hair before he starts to scrub it.
“No, that round belly with my baby will tell them. My ring on your finger will tell them. You with my last name. Things we will get to soon.”
Laughing, I nod before I moan as he scrubs my hair, massaging my scalp. I never bother to correct the obsessive comments he has made since tonight began. I don’t want to correct them because I want those threats to be my truth. I want babies with this growly, totally mad mountain man. I want to be his wife, his lover, his good little girl.
“How many? Serena Roth? It works, honey,” I agree with a shrug.
“Good,” he grumbles, kissing my shrugging shoulder. “If I have my way, at least four babies. Serena Roth. Soundssogood. Who has to be at the wedding? Lilli, I presume. Willa, Mollie, all the wives, I guess yeah?”
“But of course,” I tease, twisting a little to beam at him. “All the grumpy jagoffs on the mountain too, yeah?”
“No. They don’t need to be there.”
“Yes, they do. We will go to Christmas, won’t we?”
“No. I am not letting you out of this cabin, wife,” he teases back.
“I do recall a certain someone promising to doanythingI ask of him. Even if he has no idea why,” I remind him, twisting to face him as I kneel between his thighs.
Slater rests back against the stone tub, staring up at me. It takes seconds for us to get back to that place. This twisting, churning, storm of need we have yet to escape. Turning again, I stay on my knees as I back up between his thighs. The water sloshes over the edge with a splash. Neither of us care. We’re lost to the storm, to the chaos and intensity between us.
Reaching behind me, I wrap my hand around his long,wide cock, loving how heavy it is in my hand. How velvety soft yet stone hard. Holding his heated stare, I press him between my cheeks before I lower my hips more. I push back against him, crying out as the swollen crown of him pops past my asshole.
“Ah fuck, you sweet little slut. That’s daddy’s good girl, taking me in each of those fuck holes. Fuck, that’s it, move that sweet ass,” he grits out, smacking my ass as I start to bounce slowly in the water. It stings, but I do not care. I want itall. I want to be full of him in every way I can be.
“Daddy....it hurts. Spank me again, daddy. I’m such a little slut, I should be punished for stuffing your big cock in my little ass,” I spew this filth as my pussy spasms with need. I want himtheretoo. I want him everywhere, all at once.
“That little ass is taking this big cock so good,” he smacks me again, harder, then again, hitting each cheek. “Fuck, that’s such a good girl. Bounce that ass on daddy. Good girl,such a good girl. Take it all,” he grunts before he smacks me again, again, the sting of pleasure going right to my clit.
“Can I... can I touch my pussy? I need to...I need to play with myself, please, daddy?”
“No. Not unless I want to watch you make your pussy cum. Does daddy’s slut need that pussy filled up? Use your words,” he demands, wrapping my hair around his fist as he fucks into my ass faster, faster, the water making a mess all around us.
“Yes, please...please, I need to be full. Daddy, please finger my little girl pussy,” I pant, bouncing faster, gripping the stone edges of the tub, my pussy aching with the emptiness.
“That’s what I want to hear. That good girl begging.”
I moan long and loud as he smacks my pussy, making my clit vibrate with pleasure. I bounce faster. His fingers curl inside of me, pumping slowly, then he spanks my pussy once more. Faster, faster, harder, I bounce. His other hand slides up my front, wrapping around my throat. Closing until my vision goesblack from the pleasure washing down on me.
“Daddy! Yes, yes, I’m going to...come in my ass, daddy. Fill me up there too, please! Oh, please, fill my good girl ass!”
