Mountain Man's Accidental Baby Daughter(7)

By: Lia Lee and Ella Brooke

This was the fourth time she’d orgasmed today, and it was fucking hot to know that she was so satisfied, that I had pushed her that far. I loved it when women could let go that way. When nothing held them back, and they could give themselves over to the pleasure.

When her orgasm was over, I sat up and kissed her. She sat in my lap, my cock buried inside of her, and we rocked together on the bed, our sex slower than we had done it all afternoon. It was hot and sensual, and it drove me crazy with torture. I let her ride me like this for a while, but I couldn’t hold it much longer. I shifted, working to get my legs under me and tipped her onto her back without pulling out all the way.

Point for me.

When she was on her back, and I was between her legs again, I started fucking her the way I had the first time. I pounded into her, and she moaned and cried out with every stroke, her legs wrapping around my back. I fucked her harder and harder, pushing myself closer to another release.

She got there before I did, orgasming, and it was long and drawn out. Her body was tight around mine, and I grunted, pumping in faster and faster until I came.

I released inside of her, filling her up. I assumed she was on birth control because she didn’t seem panicked about it. In the middle of the best orgasm I’d had so far, I didn’t care about anything other than how fucking fantastic it felt.

When it was all over, I pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her. We were both breathing hard, and we were messy with sweat and sex and the dirty deed we had just done. I pulled her against me, and she took a deep breath, letting it out with billowed cheeks. She closed her eyes, and I kissed her on the cheek. I was suddenly exhausted. When her breathing slowed and steadied, I realized she was too. I waited until she was asleep before I drifted off.

Chapter 5


When I woke up on Saturday morning, I had no idea where I was. The place was like a log cabin with wooden furniture and the bed I was in had big fluffy blankets.

I felt sore between my legs, but the good kind of sore that spoke of a fun night, and it all rushed back to me. I was in that Viking’s bed. Naked.

I scrambled for my clothes, feeling shy. I had been confident yesterday, set on doing something crazy and I had pulled it off. The Mountain Man had fallen for my seduction. He’d fucked me like I’d wanted him to. And it had been a hell of a ride. Damn, it had been good.

But now, in the light of a new day, I was shy and unsure of myself and terrified that he would come in before I was fully dressed. I couldn’t believe I had suggested I stay over, that I had fallen asleep in the arms of a stranger and slept in bed with him all night.


Who the fuck was boring now, Randy?

When I was dressed, I found a mirror and finger combed my hair which looked tousled and sexed. Sex hair.

I heard sounds on the other side of the door, the sound of crockery. He was busy in the kitchen. I had to go out and face him at some point, I couldn’t hide out in the room all day. I had to get back to the lodge eventually.

When I opened the door, the Mountain Man looked at me, and a grin spread across his face.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning,” I replied, feeling nervous. I had no idea what to expect.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” I answered and realized he might have been asking about my ankle. Which, honestly, I wasn’t even feeling anymore. Sex was the best therapy.

He was dressed now, but that didn’t make him any less attractive than when he had been naked. He wore a flannel shirt over a T-shirt and even though it would look like a dad-shirt on any other person, it looked good on him.

“Coffee?” he asked.

“I don’t drink coffee,” I said.

“Cutting down on caffeine?”

“Don’t like the taste.”

He nodded, and where our silence had been loaded before, it was strained, now.

“Well,” he said, putting down his cup. “I’m ready to head back down the mountain if you are.”

Thank God, he wasn’t expecting a romantic breakfast together. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to do that. I was already struggling to open up and make conversation as it was, never mind keeping this up for another hour or two. Yesterday I had been the confident vixen, set on getting what I wanted. But that wasn’t who I really was, and the magic had faded to leave drab little old me behind.

Is was a new twist on the walk of shame, but at least I had a hell of a story to tell Jamie. And I had done it. I had done something adventurous and a little dangerous, and there was no boring in sight, here. Not me, I was interesting and fun and had fucked a wild mountain man.