Page 30 of Mountain Daddy

I’m the girl who lets him wreck her and begs for more.

The kind whowantsto be ruined.

His good girl—gone deliciously, hopelessly bad.

He teases me with those strong, unrelenting fingers. Slow, then deep. Then just right until my thighs are shaking and I can’t keep my hips still.

Until my breath comes in gasps and my thoughts fall apart.

I’m right there, right on the edge, every nerve strung tight.

Begging—broken, breathless, soaked—for more.

Forhim.

For anything that will tip me over and finish what he started.

And then, like the devil he is, he stops.

“Look at me,” he commands.

My eyes snap open.

He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness. Teasing. Promising.

“I'm going to fuck you now,” he whispers, his voice like a glinting knife. “So hard you’ll forget your name. The way you need it.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”

He thrusts in with one slow, brutal stroke—deep and all at once—stretching me wide around him.

It’s too much. Not enough.

The burn borders on pain, but it’s the kind that makes my toes curl and my lips part on a gasp.

Full. Claimed.His.

And God, it’s perfect.

So fucking perfect I could cry.

He's so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I forgot how tight you are. How good you feel.”

He starts to move then, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force of it drives me up the bed, makes the headboard bang against the wall.

I don't care. Let the neighbors complain. Let the whole building know what's happening in here.

“Harder,” I beg. “Please, harder.”

He grins, feral and devilishly. “Well, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely…”

He grabs my hips like he owns them and gives me exactly what I asked for. Hedrivesinto me.

Hard. Fast. Relentless.

Until I moan and gasp and hiss with each pounding of his cock.

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