Page 27 of Letters from a Lonely Mountain Man

Finally, the door clicks open and he walks in. He holds up the food from Ernie’s diner.

“Where were you?” I hiss.

“Getting lunch,” he answers innocently and sets the bag of food on my desk.

I take a deep breath and decide to play his game. I can act completely normal too. I open the bag and find only one burger and fries. I look at him. “Where’s your lunch?”

He locks the door and gives me a grin. “I was planning on eating my wife’s pussy for lunch.”

I moan his name and come around the other side of the desk so we have more room. I sit on the edge, and he tugs down my scrubs before dropping to his knees.

He licks me all over, working me higher and higher. I have to bite down on my lip to keep quiet. I finally explode, tugging on the short strands of his hair.

When it’s over, I slump boneless and exhausted, but still not nearly sated.

He stands, already knowing I need more. He yanks down his pants, aligns our bodies, and pushes inside of me. Carefully, he maneuvers me until I’m pinned between his hard body and the wall. Then he bounces me on his cock, setting a relentless pace as he plays with my clit.

It’s only a matter of seconds before I come again, stars exploding behind my eyes. He keeps going, fucking me through the orgasm like a man on a mission.

When I realize he hasn’t come, I lean close. I know exactly what to say. We’ve been talking about this for a while now. I finally made the decision this morning, but I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet. I whisper in his ear, “I threw away my birth control pills.”

That’s what does it. All of a sudden he’s filling me with long, hot spurts of his come. As he holds me trapped against the wall, he just keeps coming and I’m helpless to do anything but take it.

Even when our breathing has started to even out, and his thick cock is beginning to soften, he doesn’t pull out. He stares down at me, a wild look in his eyes. His voice is rough. “Are you going to give me a baby?”

I have every intention of doing that. “Yes, husband. I’m going to be a good wife and give you a baby.”

He hardens again and begins pumping into me. At this rate, I might just have to call in sick for the rest of the day. Not that I’m complaining. There’s nothing like the feeling of my strong husband breeding me for his pleasure.

After we both come again, he collapses into the chair. But he hasn’t let me go. I’m still in his arms, and I curl up on his chest while he feeds me french fries and presses soft kisses to the top of my head. I breathe in his scent and relax against him.

“I take it you liked my most recent letter,” he murmurs.

I chuckle. “I loved it. I can’t wait for you to write more of them.”