Page 119 of Mountain Daddy
He spanks me again.
“Relax.” His fingers keep rubbing me… there. “Have you ever taken a dick here, Baby Doll? Have you ever had your ass filled?”
I shake my head.
I shake my head again.
This.This is why you date experienced men.
None of my exes have ever so much as hinted at wanting to…
The tip of his finger presses into me.
“Words.”
I open my mouth, but he pushes his finger deeper.
His other hand spanks me again. And this time, when my body reacts, squeezing my muscles around him, it’s more intense.
He doesn’t go deeper.
But he jiggles his finger.
And this time, my body tenses for a different reason.
I’m going to come.
Is that even possible?
“I’ve never…” I pant. “I’m going to…”
His hand stills.
“You don’t get to come yet, Brat.” He pulls his fingertip free from my body. “Turn around.”
Staying on all fours, with my shorts around my thighs, I shuffle around to face him.
I’m so close to losing it that a breeze against my clit will probably be enough to get me off.
And I don’t know how to feel about it.
I’m buzzing.
My body is lit up.
But my nerves are frazzled.
I’m frustrated.
My nipples ache.
My clit aches.
And now even my ass feels empty.
I lift my gaze to Luther’s.
I’m finally understanding this punishment thing.
