Page 68 of Mountain Daddy
I palm her breast and spread my fingers, then bring them together until her nipple is pinched between two of my fingers, applying even more pressure with my other palm against her mound.
Kendra arches her ass against me, and there’s no hiding the fact that I’m hard.
So damn hard.
“Luther.”
I exhale against her skin. “When we fuck in this house, you call me Daddy. Now reach back and take my dick out.”
She does as she’s told.
And the feeling of her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans has my cock fucking dripping.
While she works, I use my fingers to scrunch up the front hem of her dress. And she pulls my zipper down just as my fingers reach her panties.
Her red thong.
I can’t see it. But I don’t need to.
Her skirt drapes over my wrist, but now the only thing between my hand and her hot pussy is a thin scrap of lace.
I rub.
The material is already wet. Soaked through.
“Hurry up, Baby.” I press my fingers against her clit. “We have to be quick. And you better get my cock inside you before you come.”
Her chest is heaving.
I pinch her nipple. And I feel her pussy clench.
Finally, she hooks her fingers around the top band of my boxer briefs and tugs them down, freeing my length.
I pull her panties to the side. She pulls up the back of her dress. And the darkness amplifies the feeling of my bare cock slapping against her uncovered entrance.
I drag my middle finger up her slit. She’s so slick.
When my fingertip circles her clit, she slaps her hands down on the top of the dryer.
I rub her clit as I bend my knees. “Reach between your legs and put me in.”
“Fuck,” she gasps.
I shove my finger into her channel. “Exactly.”
Kendra bends forward, and I slide my hand out of the top of her dress.
I don’t want to. I want to always have my hands on her tits. But I’m going to need this hand to hold her steady. To hold her body against mine.
Reaching down between her legs, her fingers close around my cock. I shift, helping her line me up with her hole.
And then voices that aren’t ours fill the garage.
Kendra freezes.
It’s not her dad. Not anyone coming to do laundry. Just a couple people looking for extra drinks.
I push my hips forward.
