Page 47 of Mountain Daddy

He stops moving. Just watches me squirm.

I gasp, eyes fluttering open, meeting his.

“Use your words,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m not a mind reader.”

“I want you to ruin me,” I whisper. “Right here. Right now. Don’t stop until I forget my name.”

His finger slides inside me, making me cry out. “That’s right.”

He adds another finger, curling them inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars. His thumb stays on my clit, circling, pressing, driving me to the edge.

“That's my girl,” he murmurs. “There she is. My perfect, filthy girl.”

Good girl gone bad.

The thought flickers through my mind like a neon sign.

That's what I am with him. That's what I've always been.

The responsible single mother disappears. The careful, cautious woman vanishes.

In her place is someone who digs her nails into his shoulders. Someone who spreads her legs wider, begging for more.

Someone who comes apart at the seams when he adds a third finger and whispers dirty promises in her ear.

“Come for me,” he commands. “Right here against this wall. Show me how much you missed me.”

And I do.

I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me like lightning, making my legs shake, my vision blur.

I'm only standing because his body pins me to the wall.

“Fuck,” he breathes, watching my face as I fall apart. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful when you come.”

Before I can catch my breath, he's turning me around. Bending me over the small table we use for prep work.

His belt hits the floor. Then his pants.

When I feel him behind me, hard and ready, I spread my legs wider. Arch my back. Offer myself like the shameless thing he makes me become.

“You want this?” he asks, running the head of his cock through my wetness.

“Yes.”

He thrusts in with one brutal stroke that steals my breath. Fills me completely. Stretches me until I'm gasping.

He pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in.

His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he sets a punishing pace. “You're not running from me again,” he growls.

Every thrust punches a moan from my throat. Every slap of skin on skin drives me higher.

I shouldn't want this.

Shouldn't crave the pain laced with pleasure.

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