Page 30 of Mountain Man Daddy

“Better, but not back to normal,” she answered seriously.

“I just want you to rest. You think you’re all healed, but I know better, and it’s been an emotional day.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She smiled shyly, looking through her lashes at him.

“And now I think you deserve some good attention.” His palm went for her bottom again, only this time his open palm rested on her cheek a moment before it began circling. He had only been rubbing a few minutes, and she was practically panting with desire when she shifted onto her side to face him. “You’re not helping.” She narrowed her eyes and frowned.

“Oh?” His brows lifted. “That so?”

She nodded.

“Should I stop then?” He removed his hand, raising it from her reaching fingers. She shook her head in protest.

“How about you touch me more,” she whispered, giving up trying to reach his hand, and smoothing his bearded cheek with her palm instead. Reaching her palm around to grab his neck, she pulled his face to hers. He resisted a moment with narrowed eyes.

“Please, Daddy.”

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The kiss started slow, and her eyes fluttered closed with the gentle nipping of lips until his warm mouth took hers thoroughly and he rolled on top of her. His arms took his weight, and he held himself over her, so no part of him touched her except his mouth. He kissed from her mouth down her neck to her collarbone. She mewled.

“Please, more.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him, but he didn’t budge.

“Who’s in charge here, little girl?” he said, abruptly stopping his kisses. “It seems to me you think you are.”

“Oh, no, Daddy, I know it’s you,” she purred, running her hands up his pecs, enjoying his playfulness.

“Correct.” He lowered slowly, sucked in her bottom lip and pulled off roughly, making her inhale sharply. Taking the bottom of the sweatshirt she wore, he slid it up, exposing her breasts. He gave them an appreciative leer and yanked the garment off. “Hands flat on the bed, little one.” His order was part growl and her pussy clenched.

His breath heated a trail from her mouth down her neck and between her breasts until he turned his face and took in her tightened pink bud. His hot mouth pulled on her, causing her hips to undulate beneath him and her hands to fist the sheets. The tugging was so deep it felt as if her nipple was directly connected to her clit.

“God,” she swore, arching partly from the intense pleasure and partly from the scraping of her hot, sore ass against the sheets. He released his steely hold on himself and pressed against her, wrapping his big hand around the back of her neck and taking her other nipple between his lips. He rolled it before tugging it into the warmth of his mouth. She moaned, and he ran his hand down her ribs to her hip, roughly pulling her against him to roll onto his back. He pulled his mouth off her nipple sharply, and she cried out at the intensity. “Sit up,” he ordered in a voice graveled with arousal. Avery straddled him. His eyes devoured her tightened pink blossoms and his cock hardened further. “That’s my girl. Now touch your breasts.” A slow smile grew at her hesitation. “Come on, honey, don’t make me spank you again so soon.” She swallowed hard and began touching her breasts—cupping them first, and then kneading.

“Wet your fingers and pluck at your nipples until they’re so hard they hurt.” Her eyes widened at his demand, her hands stalling. He frowned. “Now, little girl. Daddy’s hand is just itching to be against that sweet ass again.” Her face heated and she bit her lip, but when his expression hardened further, she obeyed.

“I wantyouto touch me, Mike,” she whined as she rolled her nipples between her slick fingers. His hand clapped against her left ass cheek, and she hissed, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. He was intoxicating. Both pleasure and pain battled within her for dominance.

“Now touch your clit, baby.” She felt her face flush, and his palm cracked off her ass, lighter this time, but still solid enough to sting. “Up on your knees.” He pulled her hip until she was on her knees and his hand could swat the more tender flesh of her bottom. Her breathing became labored as he released her hip and took her wrist to guide her hand to her folds.

“Pleasure yourself.” The excitement glinting in his eyes made her arousal intensify and pulse deeply in her. “One hand pinching those luscious nipples and the other rubbing your swollen clit.” She only nodded, and he put both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed until she called out.

She swallowed as his hard cock pulsed beneath her. The feel of him, vast and throbbing through his jeans against her naked pussy, caused her heart to pound, but when she paused in her finger play to shift and touch him, he grunted.

“Disobedient little girl.” He shook his head. “I didn’t say you could stop, did I?”

She shook her head, her spiral curls falling across her breasts, tightening her nipples further.

“I wanted to feel you, Daddy.” She reached for him again, scowling. “I can play with myself anytime I want. I wantyouto touch me!”

“Oh, you’ll feel me, little girl, but not until I’m good and ready to let you.” He ground himself up against her. “Put your hands on your head.” When she obeyed, he wrapped his huge hands around her waist, lifted and moved her up, so she straddled his face.

“Keep those hands on your head.” His breath was hot against her center and her clit pulsed in anticipation. His tongue touched the shell of her pussy gently, and he ran the tip up and down, making her squeeze her eyes tight and tremble for more.

“Please, oh,please?” she asked breathlessly. She could feel her clit swelling with arousal when Mike’s tongue suddenly shoved past her lips to part them. She cried out, and he flicked her twice, making her buck. He swirled around her nub and lapped at her, making her slick with her own juices and his. He continued to flick and circle until she lowered her hands to grasp his hair.

“Oh, Jesus! God, Mike!” She bit her lip as she got close and he stopped. He nipped her inner thigh hard enough to make her call out.

“Young lady, stand up. You are more than a little defiant right now, aren’t you?” His scolding further aroused her. She stood on the bed, and he got up to stand at the side of the bed. He pulled her hips roughly until she was on the edge of the mattress, facing him. “Grab my shoulders.” She put both of her hands on his shoulders, nervous anticipation zipping through her.

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