Chapter 49Goldie

Chapter 49

Goldie

Two Weeks Later

I can't believe my luck as I stand before my ten rugged mountain men, their sculpted bodies glistening in the warm sunlight by the shimmering waters of the swimming hole.

My heart beats wildly at the thought of having all of them at once, fulfilling my deepest fantasies. When I told them that's what I wanted, they were happy to oblige. But now I'm wondering if I can handle it. My body can, I'm sure of that. But what about my heart?

I gasp as Lynx's calloused hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against his muscular body. The cool water of the swimming hole laps at my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.

His voice, husky with desire, sends shivers down my spine as he whispers, "Are you ready, darlin'?"

I can only nod, overcome with desire as I feel nine other pairs of hungry eyes roving over my naked form. My mountain men. My lovers.

Lynx lifts me easily, holding me against him as his fingers slide inside me, stretching me. I cry out, my inner walls clenching around him. Before I can catch my breath, I feel strong hands on my hips, lifting me off Lynx's fingers, and I cry out at the emptiness. Like being offered a lick of the most tantalizing dessert only to have it pulled away.

"It's my turn first," Luke rumbles.

I nod, unable to speak as lust courses through me. In an instant, strong hands are all over my body, caressing and exploring. Lips trail fire across my skin. I moan as Luke's ginormous fingers tease between my thighs, my pussy so slick with need for all my men.

"So wet for us," he murmurs approvingly, dropping a kiss on my shoulder before entering me from behind. I cry out in ecstasy as Luke fills me completely, his massive girth stretching me deliciously. His powerful thrusts send waves rippling across the swimming hole.

I grip Lynx's broad shoulders for support, bracing myself against his broad chest, my breasts pressed against his warm skin, my legs wrapped around his waist as Luke pounds into me from behind.

"I love seeing that pleasure on your face," Lynx says, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I moan into his mouth as pleasure courses through me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with bliss as my men pleasure me. Hands roam my curves, rough palms cupping my breasts and teasing my sensitive nipples.

"My turn," Ranger rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I whimper as Luke withdraws, only to cry out as Ranger takes his place, his thick length impaling me in one smooth stroke. His tempo is slower, more deliberate, hitting spots inside me that make my toes curl.

"That's it, darlin'. You look so beautiful getting fucked," Hunter says. "How does she feel, Range?"

"So tight, so perfect," Ranger murmurs, his lips trailing along my neck. My body trembles with pleasure as Ranger continues his slow, deep thrusts. "All ours."

"I want to come," I whisper. "Please…"

"You will," Hunter says. "Again and again. But not until you've taken us all."

"Yes, yes," I gasp. "Please, I need all of you."

"Don't worry, darlin'," Nash drawls. "We've got you."

In a dizzying flurry of movement, I find myself lifted off Ranger's cock, out of the water, and carried to the grassy bank. My men surround me, their massive bodies glistening in the sunlight. I reach out, running my hands over rippling muscles and through soft beards. It's too much, and not enough, and just right.

My body trembles with anticipation as my mountain men surround me, their powerful forms towering over me. I feel small and delicate in comparison, but so cherished and protected.

"Our sweet Goldie," Ash murmurs, his calloused fingers trailing down my spine. "So perfect for us."

I arch into his touch, craving more. "Please," I whimper. In an instant, I'm swept up in strong arms. Clay is lying back in the grass and pulls me on top of him, lowering me onto his girth. I moan. I'm not sure how much more I can take. My clit feels like it's about to explode. As if he can read my mind, Luke's hand slides around my belly, his finger slipping into my folds until he finds the spot that makes my thighs tremble.

"Don't let her come yet," Hunter says and I groan.

"You're evil, Hunt."

"That's it, darlin'," Clay growls against my lips. "Take me nice and deep." I laugh.

"As if there's any other way to take you, you silly man." I cling to his shoulders as he begins to move, setting a steady rhythm that has me well on the way to seeing stars. The others crowd around us.

"So beautiful," Buck murmurs, his hand tangling in my hair as he guides my mouth to his thick shaft. I eagerly take him between my lips, relishing his salty taste and the way he pulses against my tongue. Hands and mouths roam my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake as I ride Clay, Luke's fingers expertly working my clit.

But too soon, hands lift my hips, pulling me off Clay. He remains lying on his back underneath me as someone else takes me from behind. It's Lynx, his pace achingly slow as he slides into me, savoring every inch. I whimper around Buck's cock, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. My hips rock with unrestrained urgency, seeking more friction as Lynx continues his torturously slow pace. I moan around Buck's thick length, taking him deeper into my throat.

"That's it, darlin'," Buck groans, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that."

I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder as Lynx finally picks up his rhythm. The dual sensations have my body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Lynx pulls out and I whimper at the loss. Buck gently extracts himself from my mouth too, leaving me so empty I could cry.

"No one comes 'til you do," Luke says.

"Then let me. Make me. Please."

"Not yet, sweetheart," Nash murmurs, his rough hands caressing my curves. "We're not done with you."

"My turn," Rusty growls, flipping me onto my hands and knees. He enters me in one swift thrust, setting a punishing pace that has me crying out in pleasure. My breasts sway with each powerful stroke. Rusty's rough hands grip my hips, pulling me back to meet his thrusts.

Rusty's relentless pace has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. My fingers dig into the soft grass as I struggle to hold myself up, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through my body. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Rusty pulls out, leaving me achingly empty once again.

"Please," I whimper, my voice hoarse with need. "I can't take much more."

"You can and you will, darlin'," Hunter growls, his massive hands gripping my waist as he flips me onto my back. "And it's going to feel so much better when we finally let you let go. You trust us, right?"

I nod. He enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist as he sets a steady rhythm. Hunter's lips find mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans of pleasure. Hunter's powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure coursing through me. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. But just as I feel my release building, he pulls out, leaving me whimpering with need.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Before I can protest, Nash is there, flipping me onto my stomach and pulling my hips up. He enters me from behind, his thick length stretching me deliciously. I moan into the grass, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.

"So tight," Nash growls, his hands gripping my hips as he sets a punishing pace. I push back against him, meeting each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with my cries of pleasure. Nash's relentless rhythm has me teetering on the edge once more, my inner walls clenching around him as my release builds.

"Please," I beg, my voice muffled by the grass. "I need to come."

"Not yet," Nash growls, slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl.

I whimper in frustration, my body trembling with need. Just when I think I can't take anymore, Nash pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.

"Turn her over," Hunter commands. "I want to see her face when she finally comes."

Strong hands flip me onto my back once more. I gaze up at my ten mountain men, their eyes dark with desire as they look down at me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with need. "Please," I whisper, reaching out to them.

"Seven down, three to go," Ash steps forward, his muscular body gleaming in the sunlight. He kneels between my legs, his rough hands caressing my inner thighs. I shiver at his touch, my body aching for more.

"You're so beautiful," Ash murmurs, his green eyes locked on mine as he slowly enters me. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, my back arching off the grass. Ash sets a steady rhythm, his powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure through my body. I clutch at his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he hits that perfect spot inside me.

"So beautiful," Ash murmurs, his lips trailing fire along my neck. "You take us so well, darlin'."

I cling to Ash, my body trembling with need as he continues his steady rhythm. Just when I think I might finally reach that elusive peak, he pulls out, leaving me whimpering.

"Brooks," Hunter calls. "Your turn."

Brooks steps forward, his lean muscles rippling as he kneels between my legs. He enters me slowly, savoring every inch. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, my inner walls clenching around him.

"So tight," Brooks groans, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move. His pace is torturously slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. I writhe beneath him, desperate for more friction. My hands roam his muscular back, urging him closer.

"Please," I beg. "Faster."

Brooks chuckles, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. "Patience, darlin'. We have all day."

He continues his maddeningly slow pace, each deep thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I whimper against his lips, my hips rocking desperately, seeking more friction. Brooks's hands roam my curves, teasing and caressing as he savors every inch of me.

"So perfect," he murmurs, trailing kisses along my jaw. "You feel amazing, Goldie."

I cling to his shoulders, my body trembling with need. Just when I think I might finally reach that elusive peak, Brooks pulls out, leaving me aching and empty once more.

"Buck," Hunter calls. "You're up. Make it count."

Buck steps forward, his massive frame blocking out the sun as he kneels between my legs. Buck's powerful hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide as he positions himself at my entrance.

I gaze up at him, taking in his chiseled features and the desire burning in his eyes. My body trembles with anticipation, knowing he's the last one before I can finally find release.

"Are you ready for me, darlin'?" Buck growls, his voice low and husky.

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Buck enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out at the exquisite fullness, my back arching off the grass.

Buck sets a relentless pace, his powerful hips snapping against mine with each thrust. "Baby," he says with a groan.

Buck's relentless pace has me seeing stars, each powerful thrust sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he drives me closer and closer to the edge. The air is thick with the scent of our passion, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with our moans of pleasure.

"That's it, darlin'," Buck growls, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let go for me. Let go for all of us."

I gaze up at him, taking in the intensity in his eyes, the way his muscles ripple with each powerful movement.

Around us, my other mountain men watch intently, their hands working their thick shafts as they take in the sight of Buck claiming me. Buck's rough hand slides between our bodies, his calloused fingers finding my sensitive bud. He circles it expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure. The dual sensations of his thick length filling me so completely and his fingers working my clit have me arching off the grass, crying out in pleasure.

"Oh god, Buck!" I gasp, my inner walls clenching around him. "I'm going to die."

"You're not gonna die, darlin'," Buck growls, his pace never faltering. "But you are gonna come. Hard."

His words send a shiver down my spine. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of what promises to be an earth-shattering orgasm.

Buck's powerful thrusts and skilled fingers have my body singing with pleasure, every nerve ending on fire.

"That's it," Hunter encourages from beside us. "Let go, Goldie. Show us how good we make you feel."

The combined sensations of Buck's relentless pace, his fingers on my clit, and the hungry gazes of my other mountain men watching us are too much to bear. With a keening cry, I shatter, my release crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure. My body arches off the grass, inner walls clenching rhythmically around Buck's thick shaft, his relentless pace never faltering, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a trembling, gasping mess beneath him. As Buck slowly withdraws, I feel utterly boneless, my body humming with residual pleasure.

I lie back on the soft grass, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My body feels like liquid gold, warm and languid in the afterglow of my intense release. The sun caresses my skin, drying the sheen of sweat that covers me. I gaze up at my mountain men through heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of their powerful bodies. They stand in a loose circle around me, their muscular forms glistening in the afternoon light. Strong hands work thick shafts as they watch me with hungry eyes. The air is thick with the musky scent of our passion. Lynx is the first to reach his peak. He throws his head back with a guttural groan, thick ropes of pearly white painting my breasts and stomach. The sight sends a renewed spark of arousal through me, despite my body's exhaustion.

Luke is next, his massive body tensing as he reaches his peak. He growls my name as he comes, his release joining Lynx's on my flushed skin. The warm droplets trickle down my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Hunter and Ash finish together, their deep groans mingling as they mark me with their seed. I shiver at the possessive glint in their eyes as they gaze down at me, admiring their handiwork.

One by one, my mountain men reach their climax, painting my body with their release. I bask in the possessive gazes of my lovers, feeling utterly claimed and cherished. They are more than just lovers to me, they are my faithful mountain men who have stolen my heart.

THE END

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