Page 25 of Mountain Daddy
I try to slide my hands between us.
Luther lets go of my hair, and I think he’s going to step back, to let me touch him.
But he slaps his hands down against my ass.
The sting is minimal, even though the sound is loud.
“Luther!” I gasp.
Instead of replying, he closes his mouth down on my neck, right where it meets my shoulder.
As his teeth graze my skin, he palms my ass with both hands.
My ass is big.
And so are his hands.
I moan.
“You can call me Luther.” His tongue drags across my skin, soothing his bite. “Or you can call me something else. Either way, you’re mine for the night, Kendra Doll.”
And then he slides his hand down, wedging his grip between my legs.
My blood sizzles.
My arms reach up.
And he lifts me.
My thighs part.
My legs wrap around his waist.
I hold him around the neck.
And I revel in his strength.
I don’t think anyone has picked me up as an adult.
Then, as I flex my legs around his hips, I feel it.
His arousal.
His hardness.
Pressing against me.
Right. There.
Right where I need him.
He pulls me in tighter, grinding his dick against my center.
“Oh god.” I rock my hips.
It’s so good.
He feels so good.
