MY MOUNTAIN DADDY pt 3

He threw me on the bed unceremoniously. I bounced twice on the mattress, my hair spilling across my face, some strands landing in my mouth. I spat them out, breathless, just as he climbed onto the bed like a predator closing in. My chest heaved as I watched him, eyes raking over every inch of his hard, sweat-slicked body, his chest rippling with each controlled breath, those sculpted biceps flexing, looking like he could clamp my head between them and crack it like a walnut. God, he was built for this, for ruining me, and the thought made fresh heat pool between my thighs.

Cole loomed over me, knees sinking into the bed on either side of my hips, caging me in. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still half-hard from the kitchen, veins pulsing, the tip glistening with our mixed release. He grabbed my wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above my head, while the other yanked the flannel shirt open, buttons popping and flying off. Cool air hit my skin, nipples hardening instantly under his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Spread out like a feast. This body's mine now, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you until you're dripping with my seed."

I whimpered, arching up, desperate for contact. He didn't make me wait. He shoved my thighs apart with his knee, rough and demanding, and reached for the nightstand drawer. A condom packet crinkled in his fingers—he rolled it on with practiced ease, sheathing that thick length before positioning himself at my entrance.

One thrust, and he was buried to the hilt. I gasped, the stretch even more intense now, my walls fluttering around the latex barrier. He didn't hold back, pounding into me with brutal force, the bedframe slamming against the wall. Each snap of his hips drove him deeper, his balls slapping against my ass, the angle hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, releasing my wrists to grip my hips, fingers bruising. "Gonna breed this pussy, baby. Fill you up until you're swollen with my cum."

His words ignited something feral in me, the breeding talk, raw and filthy, making my pussy clench harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on. "Yes, Cole, god, yes, breed me, please…."

He fucked me harder, sweat dripping from his brow onto my breasts, sliding down my skin. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of us, skin on skin, my moans turning to screams as he rutted into me like an animal in heat. I clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails, lost in the rhythm, the fantasy of him pumping me full.

Then, mid-thrust, he froze. A low curse escaped him. "Shit."

I felt it too, the sudden give, the snap. The condom had broken, torn ragged around his base.

He pulled out slowly, peeling the ruined latex off, his cock slick and throbbing, exposed. My pussy clenched at the sight, empty and aching, leaking onto the sheets.

He reached for the drawer again, fumbling for another packet.

"No," I gasped, grabbing his wrist. "No, cum in me. Give it to me raw."

His eyes snapped to mine, dark and conflicted. "Sweetheart, we shouldn't…"

"Please," I begged, voice breaking, tears pricking my eyes from the desperation. I arched up, rubbing my slick folds against his bare tip, moaning like a whore in heat. "I need it, Cole, need you inside me bare, filling me up. Breed me for real, fuck, please, I can't wait, give me your cock raw…"

The words tumbled out, raw and pleading, my hips grinding against him shamelessly. I saw it hit him—the way his jaw clenched, pupils blowing wide, like I'd short-circuited every rational thought in his brain. A shudder ran through his massive frame, his control fracturing.

"Fuck," he snarled, tossing the fresh condom aside. "You want it that bad? Want me to knock you up?"

"Yes, god, yes…. "

He slammed back into me raw, no barrier, just hot, velvet skin on skin. The difference was electric—his bare cock stretching me wider, the heat of him searing my walls. I screamed, back bowing off the bed, the intimacy of it overwhelming.

"That's it," he groaned, thrusting deeper, harder, like he'd been unleashed. "Take my bare cock, baby. Gonna flood this tight little pussy—pump you full until it leaks out."

He rutted into me with abandon, one hand splaying over my belly, pressing down like he could feel himself inside me. "Right here," he rasped. "Gonna put my seed right fucking here. Make you mine forever."

I came undone, orgasming around his raw length, milking him with every pulse. He didn't stop, fucked me through it, grunting filthy promises: "Gonna breed you so good, fill you up, watch you swell with my baby…"

His rhythm faltered, thrusts turning erratic. "Fuck—now—take it—"

He buried himself to the root and exploded, hot ropes of cum painting my insides, pulsing deep. I felt every spurt, warm and thick, flooding me, claiming me. He ground against me, making sure not a drop escaped, his groan vibrating through my chest.

We collapsed together, his weight pinning me, cock still twitching inside. He kissed my neck, possessive and tender.

"Two," he murmured, echoing his earlier count. "And we're just getting started."

I smiled against his skin, sated but already hungry for more. This weekend? It was going to destroy me and I couldn't wait.

****

The next three days melted into a fever of skin, sweat, and whispered filth.

We barely left the cabin. Cole fucked me everywhere, bent over the kitchen island while coffee brewed, pressed face-first against the wide windows with fresh snow falling outside, slow and deep on the porch swing under thick blankets as the nights turned bitter. He took me raw every time after that broken condom, pumping me full again and again, growling the same dark promises against my throat: *mine, bred, full of me*. I lost count of how many times I came screaming his name, how many times I felt him spill hot and thick inside me, marking me in a way Tyler never could.

By the third morning, the storm that had killed service finally broke. My phone, charging on the nightstand, lit up with bars.

Cole was spooned behind me, chest to my back, one big hand lazily stroking between my thighs like he couldn’t stop even half-asleep. I reached for the phone, heart thudding. I knew who’d be waiting.

I dialed Jake.

He answered on the first ring, voice cracking. “Jesus Christ, where the hell have you been? We’ve been losing our minds! Search and rescue…”

“I’m okay,” I cut in softly, shifting back into Cole’s heat. His arm tightened, lips brushing my shoulder as he listened. “I sprained my ankle the first day. Got separated. A… guide found me. He’s been taking care of me.”

Cole’s fingers slid higher, teasing my still-sensitive folds, a silent reminder of exactly how he’d been taking care of me. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp.

Jake exhaled hard. “Thank God. I’m coming up right now. Tell me where you are…”

“No, Jake. Really. I’m fine. I’ll come down tomorrow. I just needed you to know I’m safe.”

“Bullshit,” he snapped. “That prick Tyler caused this whole mess. I saw the messages, he thought I was asleep. I’m coming to get you myself, and when I do…”

In the background, Tyler’s voice, desperate: “Let me talk to her, man, please…”

I ended the call before Jake could pass the phone.

The room went quiet except for the fire crackle and Cole’s steady breathing against my neck.

I set the phone down and sighed. “He’ll be here tomorrow morning. I should pack.”

Cole didn’t move. Then he rolled me onto my back, settled between my thighs, his weight grounding me like an anchor. Storm-gray eyes searched mine, serious now.

“You want to leave, sweetheart?” His voice was low, rough. “Want what we’ve built here to end when you walk out that door?”

My throat closed. I opened my mouth, nothing came.

He cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my lip, grip firm. “Because I don’t. I want you for myself, baby girl. Every day. Every night. In my bed, in my life. I don’t know the exact shape of it yet, but I know I’m not letting you go back to a world that doesn’t worship you the way you deserve.”

Tears pricked. “Cole…”

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, voice steady as granite. “Always. After all…” A faint, self-assured smile curved his mouth. “I’m Cole Reilly. CEO of Reilly Holdings. You’ll want for nothing, princess. Safety. Pleasure. Love.”

My eyes went wide. “What?”

Three days of being naked, vulnerable, screaming his name and I’d never once thought to Google him. He’d just been Cole: the quiet mountain man who caught me when I fell.

He chuckled softly at my shock, leaning down to brush his lips over mine.

“That’s right. And starting today, everything I have is yours. if you want it.”

Heart pounding so hard I felt it in my fingertips, I stared up at him.

Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss.

“I don’t want to leave,” I whispered against his mouth. “I want you. All of you. Forever.”

His eyes darkened, possession and something softer, deeper. He kissed me again, slow and claiming, rolling his hips so I felt him hardening inside me once more.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Then let your brother come. He’ll see for himself you’re exactly where you belong.”

He slid into me one last time, slow, bare, perfect and we lost ourselves again, the mountains silent and snow-covered outside, the future wide open in front of us.

I wasn’t the same girl who’d climbed that ridge three days ago.

And I never would be again.

The End