Page 73 of Mountain Daddy

My hands slide up her thighs, thumbs tracing the edge of her panties. She's already wet. I can feel the dark patch spreading through the fabric. I bite into her lower lip and she jerks, my finger digging into her panties.

God. I need more. My entire body is now tuned to hers.

Turned on for her.

I pull away. Stare into her eyes as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly, I drag them down her thighs. Kiss the inside of her knees as I go. Make her wait until she trembles. Then, I let them fall to the floor.

I straighten and tower over her, my hands between her thighs as I push wider. "Spread."

She obeys. And fuck me, she's perfect. Pink and slick and begging for my attention.

She’s a wet little mess for me and I slide one finger through her, only to find it drowning in her warmth. She gasps, hips bucking.

"So wet already. What were you thinking about?"

"You."

"Be specific."

"You bending me over this table. Taking what you want."

I slide one finger into her.

Her back arches.

A moan rips out of her throat.

"What else?"

I press harder on her clit and curl my fingers just right. Hit that spot over and over, relentless, brutal, tender. She’s gasping now.

Whimpering.

Trying to hold back and failing.

"Come for me," I growl against her throat. "Let go, baby."

She shatters. Her body goes rigid. Back arches off the table. A choked scream tears from her lips as she pulses around me, wet and wild and fucking beautiful.

I let her ride out her orgasm. I don’t stop until her whole body slumps forward, spent and trembling in my arms.

I pull my fingers free, soaked and sticky.

Bring them to my mouth.

Taste her.

Perfect.

"Good girl," I murmur, holding her against me.

"But we’re just getting started."

I unbuckle my belt. Shove my pants and boxers down.

Her eyes widen at the sight of me. Hard and ready and desperate for her.

I position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slides through her wetness, making us both groan.

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