Kept by the Woodsman: An ex-MMA Fighter Mountain Man Romance

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “I bet that pussy is dripping wet,” he exclaimed.

  At the mention of my pussy, I slid my hand down and fingered my clit, working myself back up toward a climax.

  Saul fucked my mouth the way I wanted him to fuck my pussy, and then he pulled all the way and asked, “Is this what you wanted? My mountain-sized cock down your throat?”

  “Yes, I—”

  He pulled my hair by the first full, forced his cock to the back of my throat and cut me off. He throat-fucked me just like he promised, rendering me speechless.

  Silencer.

  …now I knew.

  Just as his balls began to grow and tighten, he slid his cock out of my mouth. I groaned in protest.

  In two seconds flat, he had me on my back with his tip at my soaking wet entrance.

  “Saul…ple—”

  He drove deep. All nine-inches of his thick shaft.

  I screamed.

  I grabbed his forearm, bracing myself as he pushed his hips down, stretching my pussy to conform to his size. Fuck. The dildo I left back at home hadn’t even been this fucking thick. When he slammed himself to the hilt, I came undone again, my climax taking me by surprise.

  “Damn, you’re so sexy when you come for me,” he exclaimed, thrusting his cock in and out.

  I trembled and shook under him. His fingers were gripped tightly around my hips as he pushed into me over and over again with powerful, long thrusts. He lifted my left leg up, hooking my knee over his shoulder, and then cupped my ass. He pounded into me over and over again until I couldn’t tell where one climax ended and the other began.

  He held nothing back. I loved every minute of it. My clit was swollen, rubbing against his turgid shaft with each and every thrust. His cock was drenched with my cream and my sex tightened around him, craving each spine-tingling plunge.

  Our gazes met and I got lost in his dreamy blue eyes. They were just as beautiful as I knew the skies could be after the storm. That’s how I felt about Saul. He was my sanctuary after the storm.

  “There’s no getting off this mountain now, sweetheart,” he growled. “You’re mine. Those pretty green eyes. This body. That mouth. This pussy. All mine.”

  Like the speed of lightning, he pulled out and flipped me over like a feather, leading me down on all fours. His big hand came down hard across my ass, eliciting a fierce climax right out of me.

  “Ah!” All I could do was scream.

  His cock speared me, entering me from behind. I lowered myself down to the bed, fisting the sheets and biting into the mattress.

  “You thought I was lying about what I’d do to you, sweetheart? I knew the moment I saw your sweet ass in my woods, I was going to work this pussy real good.”

  His tempo increased and he pumped hard and fast. My breasts bounced as his balls slapped against my ass.

  “Saul…” I moaned.

  His cock jolted inside of me and knew he was near completion.

  "Tyra," he called out, my name sounded like music rolling off his lips.

  He gripped my ass, dragging my hips in a back and forth motion so that my pussy slid over his raging erection like it was just a toy for his enjoyment.

  His release came not long after. Thick ropes of seed flooded my pussy. The heat and force of it shocked me. I had never felt anything so deliciously foreign entering my body. I pressed back into him until my ass connected with his hip and until I felt his seed splashing against my cervix. Dear God, I didn’t want him to let go. I wanted Saul to fuck me forever.

  He pulled out of me, and even then, a stream of cum drained from his cock. He pumped the rest of it on my ass and pussy lips, using his fist to complete his climax. Some of it drained down my inner thighs and dripped from me onto the sheets.

  With one last final moan, he stretched out on the bed and brought me close to his side. He kissed me sweetly on the lips and then parted my mouth until our tongues met and we were blinded by the intensity of the moment.

  There was only us wrapped up in each other’s arms. In this cabin. In his woods. On these mountains.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Saul

  Some time during the night, I woke up with one of the biggest hard-ons known to man. I rolled over, expecting to feel Tyra’s silky long hair feathered out on my pillow, but when I reached for her, she wasn’t there.

  I bolted upright like a wild man, hoping that this wasn’t a dream. I’d just had the night of my life and the woman who was responsible wasn’t here.

  I sighed in relief when I heard the water faucet running in the bathroom and lights spilling out from under the door. I lie on my back on the bed, listening to the sounds as she moved around in my bathroom. It felt so foreign and yet so right to have a woman sharing my cabin. Not just any woman though. I was head-over-heels infatuated with her.

  Complete silence followed for a few minutes and I thought she would come out, but when she didn’t, I dragged myself off the bed, painful erection and all, and walked over to the bathroom.

  I knocked on the door. “Tyra?”

  There was silence and then she called out in a panicked voice, “I’m just about done. I was taking a bath.”

  My cock twitched. I grinned, turned the knob, and pushed myself into the small space.

  “Saul!” she screamed, snatching up a towel and attempting to cover her body with it. “You can’t just burst in here.”

  “I can’t?” I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to my chest.

  “No, you can’t…” she said, pressing her delicate pussy against my rock hard cock.

  “At least I knocked first. I warned you before breaking in here,” I teased, feeling a slow grin spread across my lips.

  She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “You’re never going to let that one go, are you?”

  “I’m never letting you go.” I pulled the towel from her grip and threw it aside. “There’s no need for that.”

  I bent my head to kiss her lips and her face and then led my mouth all the way down to her neck. I loved kissing her there and hearing the cute little noises she made as I touched all her erogenous zones. I noted the way her body melted in my arms as I moved lower, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She smelled and tasted fresh and clean. Her skin was still damp as I licked her.

  “Who told you to take a bath?”

  “I did,” she panted.

  “Are you trying to wash away my mark, sweetheart?” I asked, flicking my tongue across her nipples.

  “No,” she gasped.

  “Good. It won’t work, because I buried my cock so deep inside this cunt, nothing—no one—will be able to erase that,” I moaned against her heavy breasts. “You’ll never have another man go that deep.”

  “No…never.”

  “Then why are you hiding out in the bathroom? What have you got to hide?”

  I slipped my fingers between her legs and found her swollen clit. I groaned as my fingers slid through her slickness with ease. My balls tightened against my shaft.

  She moaned and mewled as I played with her pussy. I knew how much she enjoyed direct stimulation and I wanted to please her thoroughly.

  “Remember what I told you?” she asked. “I want to be upfront with you. I—oh…”

  Her hips jerked toward my hand as I massaged her g-spot. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and she bit into her sexy ass lips.

  “Sssh, sweetheart. The only thing I want to hear is you coming,” I told her, leaning forward and lapping at the tender skin on her throat.

  I turned her around and placed her hands on my sink. “Stay there.”

  I knelt down on the floor, kneading her firm ass cheeks with my big hands. Her pussy looked irresistibly fuckable. I was going to show her just how much I needed her. I spread her legs so wide I could see her glistening lips beckoning me to fuck her from behind.

  I took what I knew was mine, licking and sucking from her clit to her tight forbidden hole. She tasted like a sweet aphrodisiac of which I couldn�
�t get enough of. I rimmed her little asshole and tongue-fucked her dripping pussy until she was pushing herself back against me, begging for her orgasm. When she came, her whole body trembled. Her moans sounded like a soothing melody and her cries filled the room as I pleasured her, using my tongue and fingers to deliver maximum stimulation.

  I rose behind her, lifted her long hair away from her shoulders and pressed a trail of kisses along her back and the nape of her neck.

  “That felt so good, Saul. You’re an expert at this,” she said.

  I grinned. My ego had just grown tenfold. I loved that she was pleased with the way I worshipped her sexy little body.

  Taking my thick cock in my hand, I pumped until I was stiff. I didn’t even have to guide the tip to her. She grabbed onto the counter and slid her pussy back over my cock, burying my shaft to the hilt inside of her.

  “That’s the way I like it, sweetheart. Back it up. Nice and deep,” I groaned, moving inside of her.

  I spread my legs a bit more, planting my feet firmly on the tiles and then rocked up into her, allowing time for her tight sheath to adjust to my thickness. Then I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast.

  “God yes! Saul,” she gasped, arching her back and pushing that firm ass against my groin.

  “Look at me, Tyra,” I commanded, and then meet her gaze in the mirror right above the sink.

  Her beautiful green eyes stared back at me. We glanced at each other in the mirror as I fucked her into oblivion. She looked just like a temptress with just the right amount of innocence and boldness for me.

  “You see that, Tyra. Mine,” I declared as series of expressions crossed her face. “Now when you look in the mirror, you’ll know who you belong too.”

  “I belong to you. Only you,” she cried, milking my cock like the vixen she was.

  Her lips parted, forming the perfect ‘O’. Her eyes widened and she held her breath. Dear God, just the sight of her in pre-orgasmic bliss made my nuts feel like they were going to burst. She was so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  We came crashing down together. She cried out my name as I pumped her full of my cum, claiming her from the inside out. She took it all in, swallowing my seed in that greedy cunt of hers. I was going to own this pussy. She just didn’t know it yet, but I was going to keep her here with me in my cabin. I wanted to worship and pleasure her for an eternity.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tyra

  Early the next morning or maybe it was afternoon…late afternoon, maybe…my internal clock was out of sync…

  So, I rolled over in bed, but Saul wasn’t next to me. I knew he couldn’t have gone far. I smelled something cooking on the stove and heard a motor running near the back of the house.

  I lifted myself up off the bed, cringing from the way my muscles felt so sore. I smiled, thinking about what Saul and I did all night long. Just thinking about his performance sent warm sensations up and down my spine until my toes curled.

  I reached for the towel, wrapped it around me, and then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower before Saul came back inside.

  I still only had a single pair of clothes, so I sauntered over to the kitchen wrapped in a towel where I thought I might find Saul, but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the front yard either when I looked out of the window. On my way back through the living room, I spotted my cell phone sitting out on the coffee table.

  I hesitated a bit and then picked it up and thumbed through my notifications. There were mostly comments from my various social media channels and junk emails. There were four missed calls and a text message.

  I read the text message with was from Peter, who I had promised an update yesterday. The text read:

  I’m waiting for the details. Your phone keeps going straight to voicemail, so give me a ring.

  The first call was from a potential client asking about my rates. The next call was from the hotel.

  “Ms. Dublin. This is a friendly reminder from Cedar Grove Inn. Checkout time is at 1 p.m. tomorrow. If you wish to extend your stay, please see the receptionist and we’ll be happy to accommodate you. Thank you for choosing Cedar Grove Inn, and enjoy the remainder of your stay.

  I paged through to the next voicemail.

  …Tyra Dublin. This is Mansell from Waxman's Car and Truck Rentals. Just wanted to let you know that we have your rental here on our lot. Jackson's Towing dropped it off this morning. We're so sorry for any inconvenience the mechanical breakdown may have caused you. We've covered the towing cost for you as a courtesy. If you're in need of another rental, please give me a ring. We'll hook you up with something newer. Again…my name is Mansell. Let me know if we can be of any more assistance.

  “Well, that was quick,” I muttered, looking around the cabin. Saul had promised me he’d get some guys to tow the rental out of the mud, but I had no idea it would be that fast.

  I paged to the final voicemail message.

  Hey Tyra. It’s Peter. Uh…remember me? What’s going on? You haven’t gone ghost on me, have you? Are you lost up there or something? You promised me a verbal update a couple days ago and I’m still waiting. Time’s kind of ticking here…you know, bills to pay and shit, and I really need your help.

  I sighed heavily after hearing Peter’s plea for help. Nonetheless, Peter was showing his ass. My anxiety rose tenfold as I grappled with what to tell him. He wasn’t going to like the outcome, but it was too late. This assignment wasn’t anywhere near done. I didn’t know if it would be completed at this point.

  I heard a thudding sound and glanced up. Someone was pounding at something on a level directly below me.

  I powered off my cell phone, tossed it back on the coffee table, and walked to the source of the noise.

  I was surprised to see a stairwell hidden behind a wall in the cabin leading down to a basement. So, there had been a lower level. I hadn’t seen it before, but it made sense with the way the cabin was built near these steep hills.

  Sure enough, Saul was down in the basement which looked like a mix between a laundry and exercise room. Two punching bags hung from the ceilings. Saul was standing up near one of them, sweat rolling down his body, drinking from a water thermos.

  He grinned when he saw me. “You’re up.”

  “Yeah. How long was I sleeping?”

  Saul looked at his wristwatch. “I got up around nine. Later than usual for me. You looked tired, so I didn’t wake you.”

  “You had my rental towed?”

  “Yeah. My friend, Jackson, owns a towing company. I called him early this morning. You might have gotten it stuck in the mud, but Jackson says the engine in that SUV was basically a piece of shit when they rented it to,” he said.

  “Oh. Well, thanks. I…um…I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

  He grabbed a towel and mopped it down his face. “You don’t have to thank me.”

  I came further into the room. “What were you doing down here?”

  “Some laundry. I threw your clothes in too.”

  I looked around at all of his gym equipment. “Is this where you work out?”

  He nodded. “I used to sleep down here too back when Jack owned the place.”

  I walked around the first punching bag, pushing on it slightly, testing its heaviness. “You never stopped training…?”

  “I miss it sometimes. The thrill of it. My fists meeting flesh. Punching a man senseless. Silencing him. Knocking their lights out. This…” he nodded toward the punching bag. “… is just good exercise now.”

  I smiled and closed the gap between us. My hands were on him within seconds, running my fingers across his chest. “This is why your body is so perfect, isn’t it?”

  “Probably,” he replied, swallowing visibly. He shrugged. “Genetics maybe.”

  Seeing the beads of sweat rolling off of him was like fuel to my arousal. My fingers slid down his torso, down the waistband of his running shorts, and then wrapped around his m
eaty cock. He hardened right in my grip. I leaned in and kissed his chest, sliding my tongue across his nipple.

  He moaned. “You’re a greedy girl.”

  “You’ve worked up my appetite.” I rose my gaze to meet his and let my towel fall in a heap at my feet.

  He yanked off his boxing gloves and threw them on the floor. His hands gripped my ass next, pulling me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

  “Keep it up, Tyra, and I’ll put my baby in this belly.”

  I smiled. “Then let’s make a baby.”

  He crushed his lips to mine, kissing me intensely.

  Saul wasted no time getting to it. He was across the room and my back was pressed against the wall in five seconds flat. He pushed his running shorts down, his cock popped out, and he drove it straight into my pussy to the hilt. Using the wall behind me as a base of support, he pounded my pussy just like he punched his bags—like a force to be reckoned with.

  I would never get enough of Saul. Ever.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tyra

  Saul rolled up in the lot of the hotel and rolled into a parking space near the front. After turning off the engine, he leaned over, closed the distance between us and gave me a long soul-searching kiss. We kissed like that for what seemed like an eternity until a car pulled up next to us.

  I giggled. “What was that for?”

  “Just because…”

  “Then we’ll have to hurry up with these errands so we can hurry back up that mountain,” I teased.

  “Who says we have to wait?”

  I gave him another playful peck on the lips before he stepped out of the truck and then came around the side to open the door for me. He lifted me from the truck, purposefully slid me down the rock-solid length of him until my feet touched the pavement.

  “Come on, big guy.” I took his hand and led him into the lobby of the hotel.

  We passed Veronica at the receptionist desk. She recognized me instantly and looked like she wanted to say something. Maybe she wanted to ask me why I hadn’t checked in for the past few days, but when she saw Saul, her mouth fell open and she waved me right past.