Page 32 of Mountain Man Daddy

“Oh, you will, but I’m not finished with this lesson yet, Avery. Not even close.” She wanted to kick her legs in a tantrum, but they were like gelatin from his pleasure-torment. He lifted to his full height and reached over his shoulder to tug off his shirt. Moisture pooled in her mouth. He ran his left hand down his sculpted abs and leered at her. He looked like of one of those professional wrestlers on television—tall, muscled, and bearded, with long wild hair. He exuded a roughness and danger that enflamed her insides, especially because she knew those qualities were equally united with his protective and tender sides.

He unbuttoned his jeans slowly, dragging the zipper down at an agonizing pace. He yanked them off, along with the long underwear and she stared at his hard cock. She wanted to touch it, feel its long smooth skin in her palm and brush the silky tip across her lips. Her expression, a mix of awe and desire, made his grin grow wide. He lowered his eyes to his member and then lifted them back to her with the self-confidence of a man who had reason to be boastful. He walked to the headboard and untied her wrists, kissing each of them where she’d made lines from her struggling.

“Come here and put your hands together.” She came to stand in front of him, and he tied her wrist to wrist. He arched one brow at her. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”

“Oh, I would have been disappointed if you were.” He chuffed, hooked a finger in the silk and walked with her to the living area. He sat her at the table. “I’m keeping an eye on you,” he said and gave her mouth a slow kiss. He went to the fridge and pulled out a jug of water. “Thirsty?” He smiled when she nodded. “Parched, Daddy.”

He poured a large glass and brought it to her, placing the edge against her lips. Her tied hands lifted but he pulled back the glass before she could grab it.

“Daddy’s in charge of your every need right now, little girl.” He watched her intensely until she lowered her hands back to her lap. “Good girl.”

He tipped the water glass to her mouth and made sure it dribbled down her chin, dripping cold droplets on her breasts.

“Oh, look at me, making a mess. Hold your arms up, honey.” He lowered to lap it up with his hot mouth, making sure to suck any from her nipples thoroughly. She felt her belly clench and the almost painful ache between her thighs awaken with even more intensity.

“Still thirsty?” he asked when he’d finished.

“Yes, but not for water.” She eyed his cock. He leaned down with a smile, placed both hands on opposite sides of her hips and lifted the chair to move it back from the table.

He stood before her and crossed his arms.

“May I?” she asked, licking her full lips.

“You may.”

She slid to her knees in front of him and went to take him with her tied hands.

“No hands.” He placed his thumb on her chin and pushed down. “Open and stick your tongue out.” With her mouth open, he slapped his cock on her tongue. For a moment, pure pleasure dominated his expression, and then she closed her lips around his shaft.

Avery had given blowjobs before, but she’d never particularly enjoyed the task, just as she’d had a man’s tongue between her legs but not with the kind of skill Mike had. With Mike, everything was different—more intense, more pleasurable. Her own arousal increased, and she felt her pussy drip from pleasing him. His hand dove in her hair and took charge of her head and her rhythm. He was in total control. He pushed to the back of her throat, making her eyes water, but his moan of pleasure made her suck harder. She wanted to own his desire like he owned hers.

“Enough,” he said, sounding graveled with yearning. He pulled her off his cock. She stared at its thick length and the way it twitched for her mouth’s return.

“You’re denying yourself, too?”

He only smirked, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up. He half guided, half shoved her to the couch. Pushing her roughly over the back, he dipped his cock, still rock hard and throbbing into her wet, slick cunt. She groaned in a pleasure-whimper, and he swore gruffly.

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“Daddy, please, fuck mehard.”

God, he loved when she called himDaddy. It bared her, peeled away layers of societal norms, and exposed her complete submission to him. Nothing intensified his need to protect, care for, and discipline her like those words. Here in the mountains, where it was them against the elements, he was stronger, more knowledgeable, and more capable. She needed him, and he needed to be needed.

Could he even control himself to finish denying her?

“You are so goddamned wet, Avery.Jesus!And tight.” He moved out slowly and back in, hard to the hilt. She gasped and pulled her tied hands to her mouth to bite her fist as he continued. He went deep, again, and the feel of his hard, slick cock filling her made her cry out. He brought her, once again, to the heights of pleasure and then stilled, leaning across her to whisper in her ear.

“Not yet, naughty girl.” He stood and pulled out of her. “Don’t move though. I like you like that.” He swatted her ass, and she arched her back, whimpering.

He tormented her once more, with both his mouth and his cock, bringing her to the brink and denying her at the last second, before he decided she’d been punished enough.

Mike smoothed a hand down her back and across her ass, making an appreciative groan as he squeezed her right cheek and then he slid a condom on. He leaned down and kissed the small of her back, and the dimples at her tailbone. Everything about her was creamy smooth.

“Okay, honey. It’s definitely time I satisfy you.” He pulled her hips, back making space between her and the sofa. He plunged hard this time, and she practically screamed at the depth he penetrated. Grinding against her ass, he reached around to gently slap her clit with two fingers. She lurched and moaned, and he repeated the process a few more times.

“Daddy’s dirty girl likes both her ass and her pussy spanked.” He pounded again and spread her lips, so his fingers could circle her nub. She begged, probably fearing he’d deny her again, so he growled in her ear, “I won’t stop. Not for an avalanche, tornado, or a herd of fucking elephants. I’m going to make you come so hard the earth is going to shake.”

She came, pulsing around his cock as he continued stroking her insides. He clenched his jaw to hold strong; he wasn’t stopping there. He removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to her mouth. He slipped his two fingers past her lips.

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