Page 67 of Mountain Daddy
What I want.
I tighten my grip on her neck and turn her again until she’s facing the back wall.
She sees my destination.
Three steps later, she’s reaching out again, this time opening the door to the cramped laundry room.
The room is tiny. Barely room for both of us.
The washer and dryer are side by side, backed up against the wall that separates the living room from the garage.
I’ve been in the house when these are going, so I know this wall isn’t soundproofed.
“You need to be quiet.” I whisper the demand as I shut the door, trapping us in the dark.
In the dark, there’s only touch.
Kendra turns to face me, causing my palm to drag around her neck until I’m holding her by the throat.
Hands press against my chest.
Her fingers feel cool through the thin cotton of my shirt.
I grip her waist with my free hand. “Tell me you can be quiet.”
“I can be quiet, Daddy,” she whispers.
My cock throbs.
It’s been a week.
A week since I’ve heard her call me that.
Another week since I’ve been inside her.
With my hold on her neck, I tip her head back. “No kissing.”
“What? Why?” Her disappointment fans my ego.
“Because,” I growl.
I use my hold to turn her so her back is to me and her front is to the dryer.
I slide my hand on her waist around to her stomach. “Because the next time you put your lips on me, you’re wrappingthem around my dick.” I slide my hand lower, cupping her sex through her dress. “And when you put that hot little mouth on my cock, I’m going to fuck it.”
She moans, arching into me.
“Dirty little brat.” I press my hand up under her chin until she’s resting her head back against my shoulder. Then I speak against her ear. “You want that? You want to walk out there with puffy red lips and tear tracks down your cheeks? You want everyone to know what a slutty little Daddy’s girl you are?”
I close my teeth over her earlobe. Biting just hard enough to hold her still as I let go of her throat and move my hand down to her cleavage.
Her dress is tight.
But not so tight I can’t get my fingers between the material and her tits.
Her breathing spikes.
I lick over the bite mark in her flesh before I release her ear. “The perfect fucking handful.”
