Page 29 of Hard Bounty

Now that was a surprise.

He reached up and cupped her breasts. She ground her hips on him, rubbing his stiff manhood.

John groaned. He was already throbbing. Pre-cum seeped from his tip. Damn, he needed her just as badly as she seemed to need him.

In fact, her forwardness shocked him as she grabbed his shaft and guided it between her legs.

"Daddy!"

John moaned as his cock disappeared inside her.

"Mary," he growled.

He let her ride him for a moment, loving the feeling of her fingers as she raked them across his chest as an animalistic lust flashed in her eyes. While it was getting harder and harder not to shoot his seed, he wasn't ready for this to be over yet. And she needed to know what it was like for Daddy to be in control.

So, after a moment of letting her have her way, he flipped her back over and pinned her to the bed.

"Daddy!"

"I'm here, honey. Daddy's here."

John pushed his cock inside her once gain and began thrusting. She was still so wet, so damn tight. He grunted and groaned, loving the way her pussy engulfed him.

He could see she was close again. He didn't want to come just yet, but it was almost impossible to hold out. He was throbbing. The pressure was immense.

But he managed to stave off the impending explosion, wanting to drink in the sight of her a bit longer.

She was beautiful, her face contorted in pure ecstasy. He wasn’t ready for their coupling to end. In fact, he wanted to make it last forever. But that wasn’t in the cards, it seemed. Her pussy had him in a vise-grip and he wasn’t sure how much longer her could hold out.

He continued to drive into her relentlessly, pushing them both further toward the sensual cliff’s edge.

Just when he thought he couldn’t go another second, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she released a frenzied cry as her entire body spasmed.

He cried out, too, while his seed gushed, filling her. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, pulling him in deeper.

Every last drop drained into her womb, and he wondered if there would be any repercussions from this act of wanton passion. It was too late to worry about that right now, he realized. What’s done is done, he figured.

Besides, his body and mind were exhausted.

All he could do was hold his little girl tight as they both fell asleep, tangled together atop the bed.

It was the best sleep either one of them had had in months. Maybe even years.

Chapter Seventeen

Mary wasn’t sure what the new day would bring.

They’d slept far longer than they’d intended. The original plan was to already be on the trail to Fort Smith by now. But upon waking up, they’d made love again before spending another hour in each other’s arms.

She’d never experienced anything like that.

They’d then had breakfast at the hotel restaurant before checking out and walking toward the livery stable.

The whole time, her heart was sinking. Part of her just wanted to stay in McAlester. They could build a life together right there in the green, rolling hills of Indian Territory.

She wondered if John was thinking the same thing. Wondering was all she could do, too, because he hadn’t said much. In fact, he hadn’t offered a single clue as to what was going through his mind.

Now, with McAlester behind them and the winding, twisting trail and a lot of mountains in front of them, he finally spoke.

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