Page 21 of Mountain Daddy

“Nikolai,” she gasps, arching into my touch.

“I love the way you say my name.”

Her hands fumble at my belt. Impatient. Desperate. I help her—shoving my pants and boxers down in one move. When I stand, she’s staring. Wide-eyed. Silent. Wrecked already.

“God,” she whispers. “I forgot how...”

“How what?”

“Big.” Her tongue wets her lips and my cock jumps. “You're so fucking big.”

Holy Hell.

She's sinking to her knees.

She’s bare from the waist up, eyes locked on mine, my cock inches from her mouth.

That look—wide-eyed, hungry, fucking perfect—nearly undoes me right there. One breath from her and I’d come like a rookie.

“Lilly—”

She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and strokes—once, twice, slow. Pre-cum beads at the tip. She leans in and licks it off like it’s dessert.

“Fuck,” I groan, head falling back against the wall.

She smiles—actually smiles—and then takes me into her mouth.

Hot.

Wet.

Perfect.

She starts slow, just the head, swirling her tongue around the crown. Then she takes me deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

“That's it,” I breathe, threading my fingers through her hair. “Just like that.”

She moans around me, sending shockwaves through my system. Her head bobs. I go deeper and deeper and deeper. Until I hit the back of her throat and see stars.

“Such a good girl,” I groan and she whimpers. “You like that? Like being on your knees for me?”

She nods with my cock in her mouth, eyes watering. They never stray from mine.

I watch, mesmerized. Her lips stretched around my girth, the way her throat contracts when she swallows.

It's too much. Too perfect. I'm going to come down her throat if I don't stop her soon.

“Enough,” I say, gently pulling her off me.

She releases me with a wet pop, lips swollen and slick, a question in her eyes.

This woman has no idea she could ruin kings with that mouth aimed right.

I help her to her feet, backing her against the wall again. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Her jeans and panties hit the floor, joining the growing mess we’re making. I grab her ass, lift her easily—she wraps her legs around my waist, her pussy dripping against my cock already.

I carry her to the bedroom, her mouth on my neck, teeth grazing skin. She’s making these soft, desperate sounds—half moans, half whimpers. Fuck.

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