Scolded by the Mountain Man (Sweetheart Falls)

7. Penny

7

PENNY

Tyson’s strong arms set me down in bed, and I watch as he strips off his shirt, exposing his enormous muscled physique to me. I can barely even process just how jacked he is and how horny it makes me to see him. This man is CEO of the highest valued company on Earth? He looks like he belongs on YouTube showing men how to properly perform fitness exercises.

I never had a definitive political view on guns, living in the city, but watching him operate that shotgun was incredibly sexy. Especially considering how efficient with it he was. Not to mention the fact that he may have just saved my life with it. I imagine it was how a princess must have felt back in the old days watching a knight save her with his big, gleaming sword.

Tyson is just such a man .

Watching him chop wood, start a fire, shoot a gun to scare off a literal wild bear–it’s all just so sexy and primal compared to the men I’m used to with their pricey man-bags, tablet computers and multiple cell phones. I just cannot stop thinking about how badly I want to take care of him. He brings out the woman in me. A part of me I never even knew was there.

Tyson slips his fingers into my shirt and lifts. I arch my back and raise my arms to help him slip it off me. I just love getting naked in front of him. With my personality, I should feel shy, but I want to show off my body for him because I know he likes it. I can see it written all over his face as he continues down to my pants and unzips them.

I reach for the bulge forming beneath his jeans. I take hold and squeeze, feeling his excitement growing.

I want to give myself to him now. I’m ready. I want him to have something of mine I’ve been saving these twenty-four years. I want to pleasure him in a way he will never forget. He deserves it after he has been such a kind man and has looked after me and cared for me like such an incredible protector.

I grasp his neck and pull him down close to me and whisper in his ear, “I’m ready now, Tyson. I want you to have me.”

His teeth rake against my neck before finding the lobe of my ear. They close gently upon it before forming into a kiss. He gently sucks, causing my body to quiver. His lips then move to mine, and he passionately embraces me, our tongues dancing against each other as he rocks into me. He’s completely hard now. I can feel it.

He quickly tugs my pants down, taking my panties with them, working them over the curve of my hips. He gives my backside a little spank and grins into my mouth. “God, I love how you feel. Is it obvious?”

He grinds harder against me, indicating to his rock-hard erection.

“Maybe just a little,” I tease.

I reach out to pop the buttons on his jeans, but he beats me to it. He has his pants at his ankles in seconds and his cock pressed against me with his eyes locked to mine the next moment. I can even feel his heartbeat thumping through his chest against mine.

His eyes are narrow yet filled with excitement. Almost predatory. “You’re so wet already,” he growls.

Only now do I feel my cheeks go red as I realize he’s right. I really am that excited, and he can tell. My body is begging to be taken, and there’s no hiding it from him. Not that I would want to anyway, but I thought I would at least have some control over the timing of how all this happened.

I guess when the man you’re with is as dashing and enticing as Tyson, your body just takes over for you.

He threads his fingers through my hair and bends my head back, then drags his lips up the tender skin of my neck, causing a shiverlike sensation to explode through my body. I cry out softly and hear a tender chuckle spill from his lips as he kisses back down my chest to my breasts and finds my nipple with his tongue.

My back arches up off the couch again, and he grinds tenderly against me with his swollen manhood, causing a shock of pleasure to jolt through me.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

This is seriously happening, isn’t it?

He’s naked. I’m naked. There’s nothing between us to separate us. And it’s his… thing that’s causing me to feel good right now. He may not be inside me yet, but that’s only a matter of time.

“I can’t handle waiting,” Tyson confesses as he takes my breasts into his hands. “I need to be inside you now , Penny.”

If only he had some idea of what those words do to me when I hear them.

It’s like my entire body lights on fire. Or a volcano forms deep inside me and is ready to explode. I part my legs for him. All I want is to give myself over in every way possible. I want him to have everything .

“Yes.” I nod, staring deeply into his eyes. “I want you inside me, Tyson. Take me.”

His eyes light up and focus on mine as he lowers himself closer and guides his cock to my entrance.

I reach out and grasp his waist. His physique is hypnotic. I can’t stop myself from caressing his abs as he pushes forward and begins to enter me.

“I’m big, baby,” he warns me. “It might hurt a bit at the start.”

“Don’t worry,” I reply. “I can handle it.”

Tyson grins and comes even closer, so his lips are a hair’s breadth from mine. I moan in desperation. I can’t even believe how much I want it. How much I want him.

And then I feel it.

He enters me.

It’s a whirlwind of emotions as so many sensations ripple through my body. The first is the stretch as he spreads me open with the head of his cock. There is a slight twang of pain along with it, but I brush it aside almost as soon as I feel it. It’s overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that takes over.

“You okay?” he asks with such consideration.

“Yes.” I nod vigorously. “More. Give me more.”

He does, without hesitation.

He thrusts deeper, forcing a searing pleasure upon me that I can barely handle.

I feel something deep inside me like a dam breaking, and my entire body jolts without my control. I reach out and grab on to him with my arms and my legs. I grit my teeth as an electrifying pulse of lust and excitement rages through me, taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.

“That was your cherry, sweetie,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re mine now.”

Oh my God. That’s so unbelievably hot.

I moan through clenched teeth and begin to writhe back against him as he thrusts within me. My sex draws down tightly against his swollen manhood. Moisture spills down my thighs and onto the bed beneath me.

This is it.

It’s happening.

I waited. I held out for the right man, and I finally found him. Alone on a mountain in a cabin he built for himself in the woods. Is it possible this is all a dream?

I have no control as he holds me with his strong, monstrous hands and pounds me. And wow, do I love that.

I can feel his lust and desire with every single thrust, and somehow that makes me feel even more alive. Even more like a woman. Just the same way making a meal for him did.

I’m so more aware of my body with every single stroke he plunges into me. I feel as though I’m bathing in his raw, intense, male hunger, as though it surrounds me like the ocean. Like it’s seeping out of him with every single breath he takes that expands his enormous chest pressing his thick, sinewed muscles into me.

This man is the apex of masculinity. And how lucky am I to have found him?

I feel my climax rising up within me. Already? My body begins to quiver, and I lift my lips up and press them against his throat and kiss him as he plunges deeper and deeper inside me.

“Oh God, I’m close, Tyson!”

“I can’t pull out,” he says firmly, his tone that of a confession as though he were speaking of a priest. “I must come in you, Penny.”

I’m fully aware of the consequences of why he’s telling me this. And I know what I’m supposed to do. Or what I’m supposed to say.

But I don’t. In fact, I say the opposite.

“Then do it,” I reply back, just as firmly, whispering into his ear as I drape my arms around his neck.

Our eyes meet, and he looks at me like something new has just sparked within him. At the same time, I feel his manhood swell to a new thickness beyond where it already was, which did not seem even possible. That sensation alone is enough to bring me soaring across the finish line.

I burst like a powder keg. My orgasm hits me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I cry out as I snatch him tighter and hang on for dear life.

“Tyson!”

Simultaneously, Tyson’s cock explodes. He lets out a mighty, manly roar, and I feel a hot, sticky injection as he goes off inside me. It coats every inch within me as my mind whirls like I’ve been chained to a Ferris wheel. Each pulse from his cock prolongs the wondrous tempest that sends me higher into the atmosphere.

Eventually, I simply collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air, as Tyson slumps down on top of me. His cock still buried inside me, he envelops me in his arms and lets his lips grasp the lobe of my left ear.

“I’m so glad you got lost in the rain,” he whispers.

What a perfect thing to say at a time like this. Every warm feeling I could possibly experience hits me all at once. I smile and slowly trace the musculature of his back. Simply having my arms around this massive man is a feeling that brings me so much joy.

“That makes two of us.”