Page 230 of Mountain Daddy

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Where we’re touching is not enough.

I shove my hips harder against Kendra, and she slides a few inches up the mattress.

I put one knee on the bed, and with my cock buried in her, I use my hips to shove her farther up the bed.

Bracing myself over her, I put my other knee on the bed.

I pull my hips back, my length sliding out of her heat.

Then I slam forward.

The bed frame creaks.

I do it again.

And again.

Kendra arches against the onslaught, her mouth opening in a silent cry, and I drop down, latching on to her exposed neck.

My teeth graze her skin.

She moans.

My hips work.

The bed creaks.

I lick her neck.

She drags her nails over my back.

I fuck her deeper.

The bed creaks.

My hand slides between her body and the mattress to grip her ass.

She clenches around me.

My balls squeeze.

The bed creaks.

“Luther. Fuck. Luther,” she pants. And I feel it all the way down my spine.

“That’s right, Baby.” I flex my fingers against her ass, my fingertip teasing her other hole.

Kendra clings to me.

I grind against her.

And she trembles.

I grind harder.

She whimpers.

Pride swells in my chest.

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