Page 32 of Mountain Daddy

He releases my hair, both hands moving to grip my breasts. His fingers find my nipples, pinching and rolling them until I'm writhing beneath him.

“Such perfect tits,” he groans. “Made for my hands.”

The way he pounds into that spot deep inside me. The way hands grip my breasts like fruits for the taking. It’s perfect. It’s too much.

My body’s spiraling, that pressure building low in my belly.

Tight.

Hot.

Merciless.

I’m right there,seconds from coming apart, and heknowsit.

He's dragging it out. Driving me mad.

And I want to break for him.

Hard.

“I'm close,” I gasp.

“Not yet,” he commands. “Wait for me.”

His pace becomes erratic, his breathing harsh. I can feel him getting close too, his control finally starting to slip.

“Now,” he urges me.

That’s all it takes.

His permission detonates something inside me. I break—hard.

The orgasm hitslike a goddamn tsunami, ripping through me, stealing my breath, leaving me shaking, wrecked, undone.

I collapse forward,barely able to moan, when he follows. A grunt. His hips slamming in a few final times, then holding deep as his whole body locks up.

I feelhim come inside me, hot and heavy. I shudder harder.

I’m ruined.

Completely,beautifully ruined.

We collapse together onto the bed, sweaty and spent. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest.

“Mine,” he whispers into my hair.

I want to say it back. Want to tell him he's mine too. But the words stick in my throat because I know this isn't real.

By now I know he’ll be gone tomorrow.

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LILLY

The nausea hits like a freight train the minute I wake.

No warning. No mercy.

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