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 blurred into a haze of heat and skin and whispered filth.

We barely left the bed, then the shower, then the rug in front of the fireplace. Cole took me everywhere—bent over the kitchen island while coffee brewed, pressed against the wide windows with snow falling outside, slow and deep on the porch swing under thick blankets when the nights turned bitter. He fucked me raw every single time after that broken condom, pumping me full again and again, growling the same possessive 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 deep inside me, marking me in a way no one else ever had.

By the third morning, the storm that had knocked out service finally cleared. My phone, propped on the nightstand to charge, lit up with bars for the first time since I’d fallen.

Cole was behind me in bed, chest to my back, hand lazily stroking between my thighs like he couldn’t stop touching me even in half-sleep. I reached for the phone, heart thudding. I knew who would be waiting.

I dialed Jake.

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

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

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

Jake exhaled shakily. “Thank God. I’m coming up right now. Tell me where you are, I’ll be there in a few hours.”

“No, Jake, really, I’m fine. I’ll come down with. ” I glanced at Cole, who raised a brow. “I’ll get a ride tomorrow. I just needed you to know I’m safe.”

“Bullshit,” Jake snapped. “That prick Tyler caused all this, and is acting like he’s worried sick, but I know what he did. I saw the messages when he thought I was asleep. I’m coming to get you myself, and when I do….”

In the background, Tyler’s voice piped up, distant but desperate. “Let me talk to her, man, please..”

I ended the call before Jake could pass the phone.

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

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

Cole didn’t move for a long moment. Then he rolled me onto my back, settling between my thighs, his weight grounding me. Those cloudy-gray eyes searched mine, serious now.

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

My throat tightened. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

He cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my lower lip, grip firm enough that I couldn’t look away.

“Because I don’t,” he said. “I want you for myself, baby girl. All of you. Every day. Every night. In my bed, in my life. I don’t know exactly what we’ll build yet, but I know I’m not letting you go back to a world that doesn’t treat you like the fucking treasure you are.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Cole…”

“I’ll take care of you,” he went on, voice steady and sure. “Always. After all…” A faint, self-assured smile tugged at his mouth. “I’m Cole Reeves. CEO of Reeves Holdings. You’ll want for nothing, princess. Safety. Pleasure. Love.”

My eyes went wide. “What?”

I’d spent three days with this man, naked, vulnerable, screaming his name and I’d never once googled him. Never thought to. He’d just been Cole, the quiet mountain man who’d 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.”

I stared up at him, heart pounding so hard I felt it everywhere.

Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down 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 with possession and something softer, deeper. He kissed me again, slow and claiming, rolling his hips so I felt him hardening against me once more.

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

He slid inside 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.