Page 82 of Mountain Daddy

Each thrust drives me forward. Makes the headboard bang against the wall.

I grab the wooden railing. Hold on for dear life as he pounds into me.

"That's it," he growls. "Take it. Take all of me."

His hands slide up my back. Cover mine on the railing. Fingers thread through mine.

The intimacy of it nearly undoes me. Makes this more than just sex. Makes it feel like something real.

Then he changes the angle. Hits that spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

"Oh God," I sob. "Right there. Don't stop."

"Never."

His free hand slides down my spine. Curves over my ass.

Then he smacks me.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. Stings in the best possible way.

"Again," I gasp.

He obliges. Again and again until my skin burns and I'm sobbing with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he pants. "Like it when I mark you."

"Yes."

"Mine," he growls, punctuating the word with another thrust. "You're mine, Lilly."

I can’t bring myself to say it. He doesn’t ask me to. But his control finally snaps.

He fucks me harder. Faster. Like he's trying to claim every inch of me because I won’t admit I’m his so he’s going to prove it to himself.

I can feel my orgasm building. Coiling tight in my belly.

"I'm close," I gasp.

"Hold on. Wait for me."

His rhythm becomes erratic. Desperate.

Then his hand slides around. Finds my clit. Rubs hard circles that make me scream.

"Now," he commands. "Come for me now."

I shatter.

The orgasm rips through me like lightning. Makes my whole body shake and spasm around him.

He follows me over. Roars my name as he empties himself inside me.

We collapse together. Sweaty. Breathless. Completely wrecked.

His arms wrap around me. Pull me against his chest.

I should leave before he gets any ideas. Before he asks about Chleo again.

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