Page 267 of Mountain Daddy
She curls her fingers around the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugs them and my jeans down.
My cock is painfully hard and bobs free, inches from her face.
She releases my pants, and they drop to my ankles. “What now, Daddy?”
“Now you practice for our honeymoon, Wife.” Using my hold of her hair, I tip her face forward until her lips are level with my dick. “Open your mouth.”
She does as she’s told. And when her lips wrap around the head of my cock, I groan.
She sucks.
She licks.
She moans.
And I work myself deeper.
“Such a good wife.” I drag her mouth off my length.
Kendra blinks up at me with tears of lust on her lashes.
Then she smirks. And I notice the hand between her legs.
My smile is full of teeth. “Good wife, but what a slutty little girl. And slutty girls don’t get fucked in the back of a truck.” Iloosen my hold on her hair and drag my hand around to the front of her throat. “They get fucked on the ground. In the grass.” I release her. “Get on all fours.”
She pulls her fingers free of her panties, and they shine in the sun as she turns and reaches for the ground.
I drop to my knees behind her.
My feet are still trapped in my jeans, but I’m not taking the time to remove them.
I pat the inside of her thigh, and Kendra widens her stance.
I slide a finger up her slit, feeling the soaked fabric. “Eyes open.” I pull the fabric aside. “Mouth shut.”
Kendra moans.
She can’t hide how much she loves following orders.
And—gripping my dick—I can’t hide how much I love giving them.
I line my cock up with her entrance.
“Ready?” I grit my teeth.
My wife nods.
My fingers dig into the soft skin of her hips. Then I pull her back as I thrust forward, filling her.
And I’mnot gentle.
My head falls back as her heat surrounds me.
And we aren’t quiet.
We’re loud.
Our moans fill the forest.
