Page 124 of Mountain Daddy
And I’ve never felt happier.
He presses his lips against mine one last time, then he relaxes back into the chair.
I blink at him, clearing my blurry vision.
Luther’s eyes are focused on mine. “You okay?”
A grin cracks across my face, and I drag my hands over his shoulders, pressing my palms to his chest. “I’m great. Are you okay?”
His mouth pulls into a smile. “I think that orgasm might’ve shaved a few years off my life, but it was worth it.”
I huff a laugh, which makes my muscles clench.
Luther groans as his body twitches in response.
“Sorry,” I chuckle again.
He slides his hands to my hips, holding me still.
He grips me much gentler than before, and I wonder if I’m going to have handprints on my skin tomorrow.
I kind of hope I will.
“I think we need a shower.” Luther’s thumbs trace circles on my skin, making me shiver. Causing my muscles to clench, again. “Dammit, woman.”
I press my lips together and widen my eyes, knowing if I try to talk, I’ll laugh, making it worse. So I nod, agreeing to the shower.
Taking a slow breath, I gather my composure.
Luther pats my ass. “You gotta get up first, Baby.”
I look down between us. “It’s gonna be messy.”
Luther shrugs. “Leather is easy to clean.”
I make a face.
He’s not wrong, but the visual of cleaningsex messoff a chair is… gross.
Moving my hands back to his shoulders, I try to lift my hips. But my quads shake, and I barely budge.
That’s it. I give up trying, accepting my new existence. Stuffed with cock.
Luther is biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
“I think you’ll have to toss me over the side of the chair,” I tell him seriously.
Luther lifts a big shoulder, then lifts me—his dick sliding free—and shifts his weight like he’s going to seriously tip me onto the floor.
“Luther!” I screech, clawing at his shoulders.
The laugh that comes out of him is the loudest I’ve ever heard.
He drops me back onto his lap, his dick under my ass but no longer inside me. And while I try to clench my core muscles for all I’m worth, he continues to laugh.
“You’re impossible.” I slide one of my hands down, cupping my vagina, trying to keep the mess from going everywhere.
Bareback sex is hot. But the aftermath is real.
