Page 29 of Mountain Men’s Nanny

In his own sweats instead of his everyday jeans, I could see the outline of his stiffening cock, long and thick, twitching on his upper thigh. I wanted it. For the first time in my life, I didn’t mind showing just how much.

I reached out and touched it, stroking it through his pants. He groaned, and when I looked down, I realized why. His pants were stained with a drop of his pre-cum as it soaked through the fabric.

“See what you do to me?”

But I wasn’t satisfied with just seeing it. I needed to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin on mine.

I reached into his pants and stroked his cock firmly, feeling the skin tighten over the stiff muscle, the veins pulsing against my palm. I stroked his entire length, jerking him a few times before I pulled down his pants and kneeled in front of him.

I held his dick in my hands, pointing it at my chest, the tip against the softness of my breasts. He gazed at me with lust-filled eyes as I drew sticky lines with his pre-cum. Tightening my grip at rhythmic intervals, I pumped his shaft in a two-handed milking motion, listening to his deep, husky breathing.

I bent my head down and licked his tip, running the point of my tongue over his dripping hole as I jerked him. I moved my left hand slowly and deliberately down to the base of his shaft, squeezing it gently, wanting to explore all he had on display. I moved my hand even lower, cupping his balls with my left hand while my right hand continued to pump his dick, faster now. As soon as his breath caught up with my pumping, I slowed down, teasing him, indulging in his building pleasure.

He jerked into my hand. Every time I increased the pressure on his tightening sack, he thrust forward, rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against my breasts. I lowered my head again, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth as I rubbed him faster, squeezing his balls in pulses.

“What are you doing to me, Brie?” he gasped.

I looked up at him, smiling over his cock and squeezing firmly, making him thrust deeper into my mouth. I rubbed his shaft, now lubricated with a blend of my saliva and his juices, keeping time with his breathing as his gasps came faster, heavier, more labored.

Every breath came with a muffled grunt and only egged me on to milk him with more enthusiasm. I had built up a rhythm, pumping his cock against my breast with my right hand while my left hand gently rolled his balls.

“Oh, God!” he groaned.

He was getting close. He couldn’t hold back much longer. I looked up, locking my eyes with his as he came. Streams of his cum hit my face and breasts. It was warm, musky, and everything in me screamed to taste it. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, sucking deeply as he bucked and spasmed.

I stood up, my face streaked with his warm cum, and smiled, satisfied by his breathlessness.

I let him lead me to the bed, past the little dressing table with the mirror, and sat at the foot of the bed as he pulled my pants down. He kneeled in front of me, slowly, carefully with his injured thigh.

He looked down at my pussy, studying it, his smile growing wider as he spread my thighs further apart. Opening me up.

I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror behind him. My hair was a mess, my skin misted with sweat, and traces of his juices streaked my face and heaving chest.

He ran his index finger along the inside of my pussy lips, touching and exploring, circling toward my clit. He ran his finger over the hood, teasing my hard nub before caressing it slowly. I shivered as he circled it again. I could feel my juices seep out of me, my hole dripping with anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” he said excitedly. “You haven’t even come yet.”

His finger curled into my hole, teasing me before he slid into me, feeling the entire circumference of my entrance, venturing deeper with every turn. He touched places I didn’t know I wanted touched, rolling his finger deeper and deeper until he was knuckle-deep. Then he drilled his way out, slowly circling his finger back just to thrust into me again.

I moaned, gripping the sheets as he inserted a second finger into me, changing his technique. He pressed the pads of his fingers upward, rubbing deeper and deeper into me, then slowly backing out as he massaged the roof of my pussy with steady pumps of his fingers. I was going to come quickly, and I was going to come hard. I could feel it below my belly; my muscles had already started to tense.

I was breathing hard, my mouth open, sucking in air, trying to breathe deeper, trying to hold back and failing.

Gunner ran his other hand over my thighs, kneading and massaging while he fingered me, fucking me with his hand, deeper, pressing harder into the soft roof of my pussy. With one hand fucking me, he used the finger of his other hand to circle my clit. Rubbing gently over the sensitive tip of my clit, his movements making me quiver. Harder and harder until I was gasping for air, and the only sounds I could hear were our breathing and the wet sounds of his fingers inside me.

I lay back breathless and sweating on the bed, my legs hanging off the end. There was no time to fully catch my breath. I had hardly recovered when Gunner lifted my legs onto his shoulders, standing at his full height. My ass was lifted off the bed with only my head and shoulders resting on the mattress. He pushed into me, fully sliding through my juices to his hilt while the walls of my pussy pulsed around him.

His gentleness was spent; he wasted no time pounding into me, his face scrunched with intensity. He matched my desperate moans with grunts as he thrust into me hard and fast, rattling the bed on its frame.

Each thrust hit the end of my tunnel, making me tense helplessly as every inch of him filled me over and over again. I whimpered and purred as he gripped hard onto my ankles, his fingers digging into my skin, sending pleasure and pain coursing through my body.

I watched his bandaged leg slam against me. He winced but kept going, choosing the pleasure of being inside me over the searing pain I imagined he felt in his leg.

My pussy clamped around him, sucking his cock in as he pulled back, resisting as he slammed back into me with a slapping sound that bounced off the walls. He fucked me until I was shaking, twisting my body helplessly on the edge of the bed.

He leaned down and kissed me, resting his weight heavily on my body.

“Lie down,” I whispered breathlessly.