Page 8 of Icy Mountain Man

He kissed me again and again until finally my eyes peaked open.

“I think it's time I undress.” Ford winked as he got to his knees.

As Ford unbuttoned his flannel, I stared, my mouth hanging open, drool pooling on the side like a kid staring at their favorite dessert.

He was about to become mine.

His large shoulder muscles flexed as he tore the shirt off and tossed it to the side, a tight T-shirt left in its place. I easily saw his pectoral and abdominal muscles through the stretch of the cotton and I swallowed hard.

Ford was the largest, beefiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.

My thoughts instantly went to his cock.

It must be huge.

Right?

He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head in one sweeping motion.

Holy shit.

He looked better than I could’ve ever imagined.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning.

My pussy throbbed, somehow ready for more despite the orgasms.

I was in for the ride of my life and I couldn’t wait.

Ford lifted himself off the bed and stood. He turned towards me, his eyes never leaving mine, as he undid the fly on his jeans. He pulled them off and stood in his tight boxer briefs, his large hard cock pressing against the fabric.

It was so big.

Too big.

He was going to tear me in half.

As he slipped off his boxer briefs, he grinned wickedly.

He stroked the hefty shaft once, twice, spreading his pre-cum. I licked my lips, suddenly wanting to know what he tasted like.

“Don't worry, I'll go slow, my little vixen.”

Moving over me, I felt his cock hit the inside of my thigh and I inhaled sharply.

Ford brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “You won't ever be able to get enough.”

“Give it to me. Please.” I begged.

He smirked. “Keep begging. Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it. So fucking bad. Please, For—” the last of his name cut off by the gasp of breath, the desire too much to take. I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and holding him in place.

And then he slid inside, changing me forever.

CHAPTER FIVE

Ford