Page 28 of Mountain Daddy
Finally. Fucking finally. He stretches the waistband and pulls his dick free.
My core clenches.
It’s perfect.
Thick and straight, and I need it inside me.
I pull the front of my bra down, freeing my tits.
“Play with them.” He drops his boxer briefs to the floor and climbs back on the bed.
I press my tits together.
My thumbs and forefingers pinch my nipples. Rolling the tight nubs.
“I’m gonna fuck those tits.” He roughly strokes himself again. “I’ll fuck this tight little pussy first. Make you come on my cock. Then I’m putting my dick between those tits, and I’m gonna come all over your neck.”
I pinch my nipples harder. “Yes, please.”
“In three minutes.”
I blink. “Wh-what?”
Luther releases his grip on his cock and bends forward. “Watch the clock, Kendra. Tell me when the time’s up.”
“I don’t—” Luther drops his mouth to my pussy in an open-mouth kiss.
The sensation has my back arching, lifting off the mattress.
A muscled arm drops across my lower belly, holding me down.
His mouth doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t stop.
His tongue presses inside me. Then drags up my slit.
When he reaches my clit, his lips close around the bundle of nerves. And he sucks.
My body can’t stay still. But Luther doesn’t let me move.
His arm presses down harder. Holding me in place as I writhe.
And it’s…
His other arm hooks around my thigh and pulls it away from the side of his head, spreading me open.
“What’s the time?” he asks against my flesh.
Who can read a clock at a time like this?
He drags his tongue roughly over my clit. “Time, Kendra.”
“I… I don’t know.” I tug at my nipples. “I didn’t look.”
He makes a sound of disapproval. “Brat.” Then he licks me again.
And again.
