Page 122 of Mountain Daddy

His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and fucking desperate. I claw at his shirt like it’s the only thing standing between me and salvation—because it is.

I need skin. Need him. Need to feel every hard, ruthless inch of him wrecking me into a state of disorientation.

We’ve been circling each other all night like two animals in heat. And now? We’re finally alone.

And the hunger between us doesn’t simmer.

It detonates.

Gasoline on fire. That’s what this is. Instant combustion. I bite his lower lip just to make him groan.

He slams me into the wall so fast the air leaves my lungs—but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around him, grind up against his hard cock, shameless and soaking for it.

“I want you,” I breathe, dragging my nails down his back. “No, I need you to fuck me into ruin.”

He growls like a man on the edge. Good—because I’m not here for sweet.

I’m here to burn.

My body presses up against his, all heat and greed, and I feel everything—every rigid inch of him pressing against my core. I’m soaked through my panties, and we’ve barely started.

His hands slide under my ass and he pulls up, squeezes like I’m his little plaything. And that’s exactly what I want to be.

I want him to fucking play with me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me straight off the floor.

My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, grinding into him with a shameless whimper. I want to feel it tomorrow when I sit down. I want to be marked.

“Fuck, baby, you’re wet already,” he mutters, voice thick with hunger.

“Keep talking and you’re gonna find out how wet when you’re licking it off your chin,” I pant into his mouth, drunk on the way his cock bucks at that.

He slams me back against the nearest wall, and I gasp.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, sweetheart,” he growls, grinding against my soaked heat. “Now you’re gonna pay for it.”

“Take me to the bedroom then,” I gasp against his mouth.

“Too far,” he growls.

His hips grind into mine, cock thick and hard, right where I need it. Despite the clothes, the friction is enough to make me whimper like a little slut. And god, for him? I’ll be anything.

I roll my hips up into him, chasing the pressure like a girl who knows what she wants.

Because I do.

I want him inside me.

Now. Fast. Filthy.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he trails kisses down my neck. “Watching you in that dress. Wanting to tear it off you.”

“So do it.”

His eyes lock with mine.

Dark.

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