Page 120 of Mountain Daddy
His eyes are fiery but full of understanding.
“You’re doing so well.”
His praise caresses me. And I take a full breath of air.
He’s shirtless now. His flannel on the ground beside the chair.
“Shorts off.”
Keeping my gaze on his, I shift onto my knees and shimmy my shorts down, lifting one knee at a time until I can toss them to the side.
He wipes his finger clean on the thigh of his jeans as he watches me.
When I’m completely naked, Luther leans back in his chair. “Take my pants off.”
I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.”
My pulse jumps as I reach out and grip the top of his jeans.
Then, looking up into his eyes, I work my fingers under the band of his boxer briefs, pausing, waiting for permission to pull them off with his jeans.
Luther dips his chin as he sets his hands on the armrests.
He lifts his hips, helping me.
His cock is tenting the front of his jeans, and when I work the material down, it jerks free.
My mouth waters.
But he hasn’t told me what to do. So I pull his pants the rest of the way off, then sit back.
Wearing absolutely nothing, he spreads his knees. “Closer.”
I move closer.
“Hands on my thighs.”
I’m trembling as I do what he says, my palms pressing down on his muscled thighs.
“You’re going to suck my cock.”
Electricity sparkles across my skin, and I lean forward.
His hand leaves the armrest, snapping out to grip me by the throat. “I didn’t say to start.”
I swallow, his fingers feeling like fire against my skin.
I’m so fucking primed I’m about to start rubbing myself against him.
Rub my nipples against his knees. Grind my pussy against his fucking shin.
I don’t even care what part of him gets me off. I just need it.
Now.
I whimper.
He leans forward, bending down.
