Page 35 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

And when she came, loud and shaking, thighs clenched tight around my head, I didn’t stop.

I kept sucking, kept stroking, kept her right on the edge until she was begging.

“Asher. Please…please, I can’t.”

I stood up, letting her see what she did to me, my jeans tented hard, straining.

“You sure?” I asked, unzipping slowly.

Her eyes locked on my hand. “Get. Inside. Me.”

Jeans hit the floor. Condoms were somewhere, drawer, bag, didn’t matter. I found one, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it on.

Then I grabbed her hips, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and thrust in hard enough to knock the air out of both of us.

“Shit,” I groaned, head dropping to her shoulder. “You feel,fuck, Riley.”

She was so tight, so hot, taking all of me like she’d been made to fit.

Her legs wrapped around my back, urging me deeper. Faster.

And I gave her everything.

Flesh slapping, sweat slicked, moans and curses tangled between us. I gripped her throat—not hard, but enough to feel her pulse—and she arched into me like she wanted to be ruined.

“You like it rough?” I whispered, fucking her harder.

She bit her lip, nodding. “Yes. Hell, yes.”

So I gave her rough.

Pinned her wrists. Drove in so deep she screamed. Fucked her into the mattress, every thrust shaking the frame.

She came again, violently, whole body seizing beneath me, and I wasn’t far behind. Her name left my mouth in a ragged growl as I buried myself to the hilt, stars exploding behind my eyes.

After, I collapsed beside her, chest heaving, skin slick.

Neither of us said anything.

She rolled over, hair wild, face flushed, eyes glassy.

“I’m still bored,” she whispered.

I laughed, breathless, and pulled her close. “Liar.”

We hadn’t moved much. Still tangled, still flushed, still coming down from the kind of high that made the world feel hazy and slow.

But the thing about Riley Brooks? She was addictive.

One taste wasn’t enough.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, hair a wild halo, fingers dragging down my chest like she owned every inch of me. Her body slid against mine, skin on skin, wet and wanting.

“How's your stamina?” she asked, voice husky, lips brushing mine.

I groaned, hands gripping her thighs. “It’s good. I’m so not done with you.”

She reached between us, teasing me back to life with maddening slowness. I watched her through half-lidded eyes, completely at her mercy, my breath already catching again.

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