Page 94 of Five Mountain Daddies

“Goddamn, girl, you ride me like you were born for it,” hesays.

“I’ve been needing this,” I admit tohim.

He smirks. “I know it. Go ahead, girl. Come on my bigcock.”

I grunt and groan as I ride him faster. He slaps my ass and I can feel it building deep in my core, that pure pleasure. It’s building and growing from the stress, the pain, the pleasure, everything mixing in this moment, everything coming together to push me closer andcloser.

“Lose yourself on my cock,” he whispers in my ear. “This is fucked up, what we have together. We both know it’s wrong. But we both know it feels too fucking good toignore.”

I groan and I know he’s right. He bites my bottom lip and slaps my ass again as I ride him faster, grinding and moving my hips, working myself into a frenzy. He guides me with his big strong hands, letting me do most of the work, but his heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure and the dirty words he whispers in my ear keep pushing me forward, faster andfaster.

And I reach the peak. I come hard, but he doesn’t relent. He starts fucking me, thrusting into me as I orgasm hard on his big cock. He groans and I can suddenly feel his warm, spurting cum filling me up as we both get off at the sametime.

It feels so fucking good. I almost black out, the pleasure is that overwhelming. I come hard and slowly come down as he pulls me close against him. We breathe like that together, his cock still inside of me, both of us sweating and tired andspent.

“You’re good at negotiating,” he saysfinally.

I laugh softly, shaking my head. I climb off him, and I try not to feel bad as he winces. He gets up and I help him get his shirt back on, then he helps me get my skirt back up. Once we’re dressed, I sit down in my chair again, catching mybreath.

“Well, that was a productive meeting, Mr. Carter,” I say tohim.

He laughs. “Yes, very productive.” He glances at the stack of papers on my desk and frowns. “Two days,Amelia.”

“Two days,” Irepeat.

He nods and hesitates like he wants to say something more, but he just turns and leaves my officeinstead.

I sit there and watch him go. Once he’s gone, I lean back in my chair and stare at theceiling.

I’m stuck in the middle of this, and I don’t know what to do. I want to help him so badly, but I just don’t know how. Still, I want more of him, I crave more of him. I need it so badly that it almosthurts.

And throughout it all, this baby isgrowing.

I pick up the stack of papers and startreading.

16

Samuel

Idon’t know why, but I feeloptimistic.

It’s probably a waste of energy. My experience so far tells me that whenever something looks like it’s about to go my way, something else is going to come around and fuck it all up. Nothing good lasts forever, and there’s more shit out there than positivestuff.

I feel optimistic anyway. Down in the mine, running the machine, I can forget all about my troubles. The creaking and cracking of the mine, the scream of the machine, the practiced way I work with the other guys to get our job done feels fuckinggood.

Not to mention everyone’s on board for this walkout. There isn’t a single guy that’s said he won’t do it. I expected some push back and worry, but there hasn’t really been any of that. In fact, the guys seem downrightexcited.

I don’t really understand it. I think they want to give it to corporate, make them see that we’re not just some idiot miners with no power down here doing slave labor. The guys want to be a part of something, even if that something might lead to them getting their asses fired. I’m trying to make them understand the risks but everyone still wants to doit.

Which is a good thing. I don’t know why I’m second-guessing it. Maybe that optimism isn’t as strong as I thought itwas.

After an hour of digging and collecting, we walk the machine back to the main cavern. Vernon gives me a little wink as we park it and start unloading our haul, getting it set up in tractors that’ll pull it all back to thesurface.

“What do you think?” he asks me as we finish. We lean up against the wall of the cave, lights on and trying to get a little breath back before we head down again for anotherload.

“Aboutwhat?”

He shrugs. “All this shit. Thewalkout.”

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