Lost In The Mountains – Greene Mountain Boys Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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I love his cock. I take it deep into my mouth until my eyes are watering and I’m choking on it. Even then, I don’t want to pull it out. I love the way he fills me up.

“That sexy little mouth feels so good, princess,” he moans as I slide him in and out. “You want me to cum down your pretty little throat?”

I say ‘yes’ with his cock in my mouth, but it comes out as a gurgle.

My pussy is so wet. It’s such a turn-on being on my knees in front of this huge towering mountain of a man. It makes me soaked to know I’m making him so hard. That I’m the one drawing those deep sexy moans from his big tattooed chest.

He sucks in a breath, roots himself in the back of my throat, and releases with a carnal growl. I hold onto his thighs and try to relax my jaw as I feel his hot cum filling me up. He watches me with dark lustful eyes as I swallow him down, moaning at the delicious taste.

As soon as the last drop leaves him and enters me, he’s turning me around on the bed with rough hands and demanding grunts. He places me on my hands and knees and then postures up behind me.

I wiggle my ass as I look back at him. Fuck, that face… Those shoulders… He’s so sexy. How can he be real?

All thoughts and questions vanish when I feel his thick head entering me once again. It’s just sensations now. It’s all I focus on—that big delicious dick stretching me out.

I’m so wet that I take him easily, which is good because he can’t seem to control himself. Those big strong hands are gripping my hips, pulling my body into every hard thrust.

He fucks me like an animal. He fucks me so hard the bed starts slamming into the wall.

I cum all over his cock and then a few minutes later, I’m cumming again.

This man owns my pussy. It’s all fucking his.

I don’t want anyone else. Ever. I just want Tyler Becker and his huge cock.

He cums deep inside me and with a lesser man, that would be it. But not with Tyler.

My eyes fall closed and when I wake up a little bit later, he has the hot tub on the balcony filled up with warm water and bubbles.

I smile when he picks me up and carries me out. He smells so warm and cozy. So welcoming, like stepping into your warm home at the end of a long winter day. I nuzzle my face against his chest and breathe in his scent. He’s wearing cologne for me. Mmmmmm.

He brings me to the hot tub and lowers me in. I moan as the hot water engulfs me. The water level rises significantly when he climbs in behind me.

We sit like this for a while, stroking each other’s arms and looking up at the stars. It’s nice, but it doesn’t last long. Pretty soon, I’m bent over with his mouth on my pussy, trying not to scream.

I cum all over his tongue and then straddle his big body, taking him in deep as the water swishes onto the balcony.

“Come with me to the wedding tomorrow,” I whisper on his mouth as I ride his thick length. “You can be my date.”

He wraps his strong arms around me and kisses me on the mouth. I grind my clit on his hard pelvis and jolts of pleasure rocket through my body.

“I’d love to be your date,” he says when our mouths finally part. “I’ll be there.”

The rest of the night is magical, but when I wake up in the morning, it all comes crashing down.

Tyler is gone.

No note. No goodbye. No nothing.

It’s like he was never even here. His clothes are gone off the floor and all that’s left of him is a crushing sense of loss in my chest.

I guess that’s it…

I guess I’ve been played.

I’ll be going to the wedding alone after all.

Only now, I’ll be attending with a broken heart.

Chapter Eleven

Carrie

“Get ready, everyone,” Mia’s wedding coordinator says as she peeks into the church.

We’re standing in the hall, ready to walk down the aisle.

“Good luck!” Savannah says to Mia right before her and one of the groomsmen, Henry, walk down the aisle.

Elle and Thomas go next. Then, Lucy and Mark.

I turn to the bride and smile. She looks so happy. It makes my heart ache.

No sadness today, I remind myself. After the weekend, you can cry all you want. But today is all smiles and good vibes.

“Thank you for everything, Carrie,” Mia says with a smile full of gratitude. “Not just for the wedding. For our whole lives.”

Her father is smiling proudly as she holds his arm.

We’ve been best friends since grade one when Kyle Yule spilled my jar of yellow paint and she let me share hers.



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