Page 228 of Mountain Daddy
I lick my tongue across his.
Then I tilt my hips up to meet his. “Please, Daddy.”
He groans. “Does my Baby need to be fucked?”
I dig my heels into his lower back. “God, yes.”
Luther pulls back, standing to his full height and breaking all contact.
A pitiful sound leaves my throat, but I don’t have long to worry.
Luther grips the waistband of my sleep shorts and tugs them and my panties down my legs, dropping them to the floor.
Then he shoves his boxer briefs down.
I left the curtains open again tonight. And the moonlight dances over his muscles.
He reaches down and grips the base of his length.
Needing to be just as naked, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up.
When it’s over my head, blocking my view, two hands press my thighs open, and the puff of air on my sensitive skin is my only warning before Luther’s tongue licks the length of my pussy.
He does it again.
And again.
And I get stuck in my damn shirt, writhing and trying not to make noise as he continues to eat me out.
Luther groans, and the vibrations are nearly too much.
My thighs clamp down around his head.
He chuckles. With his tongue on my clit.
And I nearly come.
I finally toss my shirt free, and he looks up, his tongue still working me over.
His eyes are full of smiles.
His mouth is full of pussy.
And I have no regrets over welcoming him back into my life.
I reach my hands up and grip my breasts.
Luther moans.
I play with my nipples as I hold his eye contact.
He presses my thighs open and stands.
I lift my knees, opening for him.
He squeezes the base of his cock. “You have to be quiet. Remember?”
I nod. “I remember.”
