Page 26 of Mountain Daddy

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And I’m so turned on.

He uses his grip to rock me faster.

Rougher.

And the friction.

The two layers of underwear between us.

It only amplifies it.

And…

Oh shit.

I…

I dig my nails into his back and bury my face in his shoulder.

“Fuck,” Luther growls into my hair. “Are you that ready for me, Baby? Are you gonna come for me? Just like this?”

I open my mouth to answer, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m nearing the cliff at a sprint.

It’s too soon.

Too fast.

But it’s been so long.

And he feels so good.

My lips press against his bare skin, and I breathe.

I just breathe as this man bounces me in his hold, rubbing his cock against my clit.

I arch into it.

I trust him not to drop me.

I…

One of his hands slides farther between my legs.

One of his fingers rubs against my entrance, over my panties.

He applies pressure.

I soak the material.

He pulls my panties to the side.

“Let go.” A finger pushes inside me. “Come for Daddy.”

I tip over the edge.

His finger shoves in deeper.

I shake.

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