Page 126 of Mountain Daddy

I don’t need to.

He’s behind me. Towering.

Then his hand slides up my back, pressing me down between my shoulder blades. The other slides up my spine, making me tremble in anticipation.

“Stay right there,” he growls, voice dark silk. “Ass up. Legs wide.”

My whole body lights up at the command.

And I obey. Instinctively. Desperately.

Ready for whatever comes next.

I hear him spit. Feel the wet head of his cock slide between my folds. Not entering. Just teasing. Rubbing against my still-sensitive clit.

“Please,” I whimper, pushing back against him.

“Please what?” His voice is smoke and sin. “Tell me what you want, Lilly.”

“I want you in me. Now.”

His hand slides up to the back of my neck, wrapping gently but firmly. Controlling. Possessive.

Then he's pushing inside me in one long, slow stroke that steals the breath from my lungs.

“Fuck,” he groans once he's fully seated. “So tight. So perfect.”

The feeling is indescribable. Full. Complete. Like a missing piece slotting into place. His cock stretches me in the most delicious way, hitting spots I didn't know existed.

He pulls back slowly, then slams back in. The force of it shoves me forward on the table. My breasts drag against the polished wood.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, setting a punishing rhythm. “My cock deep inside you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, each thrust driving the word from my lips. “God, yes.”

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me. The sound of skin on skin fills the cabin, mixed with our gasps and moans.

One hand slides up my back, tangles in my hair. Pulls just hard enough to arch my back, changing the angle. His cock hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars.

“Right there,” I sob. “Don't stop.”

“Never,” he promises, voice strained with effort. “Never gonna stop fucking you like this.”

The coil of pleasure builds again. Tighter. Higher. My fingers scrabble for control on the smooth table.

Then he's pulling out, flipping me over like. My back hits the table, and he's between my legs again before I can protest the loss.

“Want to see your face,” he growls, pushing back inside me. “Want to watch you come apart on my cock.”

In this position, I can see everything. The sweat glistening on his chest. The muscles in his arms bulging as he holds himself above me. The place where our bodies join, his cock disappearing inside me.

His eyes never leave mine.

“You're mine,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Say it.”

“I'm yours,” I gasp. “Always have been.”

One of his hands slides between us, finds my clit. Circles it in time with his thrusts.

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