Page 74 of Mountain Daddy

"Look at me," I command.

Her eyes meet mine.

"I want to watch your face when I fill you up."

I push inside slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her expression change from want to wonder to pure bliss.

When I'm fully seated, we both freeze. Adjusting. Remembering.

"Fuck," she breathes.

"Feel good?"

She nods and whimpers.

I start to move. Slow, deep strokes that make her moan with each thrust.

"That's it," I growl. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."

She's not quiet. Never has been. Each thrust punches a new sound from her throat—gasps, moans, my name whispered like a prayer.

"Harder," she begs. "Please, harder."

I grip her hips, change the angle. Drive into her with enough force to make her breasts bounce out of her bra.

"Dear God!" she screams.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the storage room. Her nails claw into my shoulders, a delicious sting that makes my cock throb harder inside her.

Good. I want her marks on me. Proof that this isn’t a dream. That I’m here. Inside her. Claiming her.

"Feel that?" I growl against her ear, dragging my teeth down her neck. "Feel how you squeeze me?"

"Yes," she moans, breath hitching.

"This cunt was made for me. Made to be fucked by me."

She moans, walls clenching around my cock. Every thrust feels like lightning ripping through my spine. She’s hot and perfect and so fucking wet, I swear I could lose myself in the way she clenches.

"You like it when I fuck you like this?" I grit out, voice low and ragged.

"Yes."

"You like feeling me stretch you open?"

"God, yes."

Her words pour gasoline on the fire already tearing through my control. My hands grip her hips and I slam into her harder—relentless now. Hungry.

"Tell me what you want," I demand.

"Want you to fuck me harder. Want you to make me come."

"That’s right." I change the angle, grind deep, hit the spot that makes her entire body jolt. "You want to come for me, don’t you?"

"Yes—"

"Then fucking do it."

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