Page 81 of Mountain Daddy

"Nikolai, please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

"I am touching you."

"You know what I mean."

His thumb brushes over my clit through the fabric. Light as a feather. Nowhere near enough.

"This?"

"Yes."

"Ask nicely."

"Please touch me. Please make me come."

"Good girl."

My panties join the growing pile of destroyed clothing.

Then his mouth is on me. Tongue sliding through my folds. Finding my clit. Circling it until I'm gasping.

"God, you taste good," he groans. "Could do this all day."

But I don't want his mouth. Not right now.

I want him inside me. Want him filling me. Claiming me.

"I need you," I pant. "Now."

He lifts his head. Eyes dark with hunger.

"Turn over."

I flip onto my stomach. Rise up on my hands and knees.

The bed dips as he moves behind me. His hands grip my hips. Pull me back against him.

I feel his cock slide through my wetness. Hot. Hard. Ready.

"You sure about this?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Good. Because I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget how to lie to me."

He positions himself at my entrance. Pushes inside with one brutal thrust.

I cry out. Can't help it. He's so big. Stretches me so wide it borders on pain.

But it's good pain. The kind that makes my toes curl and my vision blur.

"Fuck," he groans. "So tight. So perfect."

He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just starts moving. Hard. Fast. Relentless.

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