Page 12 of Her Mountain Boss
Dark lust floods my veins at the thought of her using a toy to make herself feel good. Christ, that’s hot. “Good girl,” I praise, my hand cupping her jaw, my thumb brushing against her lowerlip. “I want you to use it tonight. I want you to think about all the ways you can be good for me. All the ways you can please me. Make yourself come as many times as you need to make the ache go away.” My hand slides down to her hip, gripping her as I grind my cock into her ass. “Think about being my sweet, good girl. Think about how fucking good it’ll feel to let your step-uncle be your Daddy. And come hard, kitten. Come so hard you see stars.”
She nods, her breathing ragged. “Yes,” she whispers, and I pinch her hip gently.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers instantly, flawlessly, perfectly. This girl’s going to ruin me and I don’t give a fuck. “I can do that for you.” She glances at me over her shoulder, her big eyes full of lust. Full of trust. She licks her lips, her chest rising and falling quickly. “And what will you be doing?”
I brush my lips against her ear again. I deserve a medal for the restraint I’m showing right now. For not already being balls deep in what I’m positive it’s the world’s hottest, tightest cunt. “I’ll be in my bedroom, cock in hand, thinking about you.”
She moans and fresh precum leaks out of my slit. I’ve pushed both of us far enough for one night, and I take a reluctant step back from her.
“Back to your cabin know, kitten. Go make yourself come, and know that I’ll be doing the same.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says in a way that makes my balls throb almost angrily. “I will.”
And with that, she turns and heads back towards the employee cabins, leaving me standing there, my cock rock hard, my heart a drum in my chest. I watch her go, her flared hips swaying gently, her ass outlined through her towel.
Fuck, my little step-niece is perfect.
And I’m going to claim every single part of her.
Five
Sophia
Four.
That’s how many times I made myself come last night thinking about Ford. Thinking about worshipping his cock while on my knees, thinking about spreading my legs for him whenever he wants, thinking about doing whatever he tells me to do as long as he does it in that gruff, bossy way that absolutely ruins my panties.
After exhausting myself, I fell into a deep sleep where my dreams were filled with Ford. His deep, commanding voice, his huge, calloused hands, his massive body.
I press my face into my pillow and squeal. I don’t fully understand what’s happening between me and Ford, but I know that I like it. That I want more of it.
My phone pings with a text message, and I rumble for it. I squint at it and then reach for my glasses on my bedside table, shoving them on my face. It’s from Ford.
Meet me at the main lodge. I need help with a catering order.
I’m tempted to text backYes, Daddybut I’m wary of blurring the professional and personal lines we’re already dancing on, so instead I fire back a thumbs up and scramble out of bed. I stretch, my muscles feeling a bit tight, and then start getting dressed. It’s a beautifully sunny morning, but cool, so I pull on a cozy sweater that hangs down past my hips and a pair of black leggings. I quickly run through my morning routine, brushing my teeth and pulling my hair up into a messy bun, swiping some mascara onto my eyelashes and spritzing on a bit of body spray.
When I step outside, I take a deep breath, pulling the crisp morning air into my lungs. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves in the trees, dappled sunshine spotting the ground. It smells good out here, like apples and pine. It’s the kind of smell you want to wrap yourself in because it’s so comforting and cozy.
I head to the main lodge, and with every step, my nerves start to grow. I honestly don’t know what came over me in the hot tub last night. I’m not usually that bold. That forward. But what I said was true; I wanted his attention. In the end, I got it, along with the promise of so much more.
My stomach dips and swirls as I think about that. I want Ford. I don’t care that it’s wrong. I want him, and he wants me. I like that he’s older, and it’s not as though we’re related by blood.
The main lodge comes into view, and I can see Ford by his truck, loading trays of food from a trolley into the back. He looks up as I get closer, those piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. He looks delicious this morning. His thick hair is perfectly tousled, his beard neatly groomed. He’s wearing what I’m starting to suspect is his favourite black and red checked flannel shirt and a pair of worn jeans that fit him perfectly.
I sigh. Actually sigh, because how can I not? He’s gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.
The corner of his mouth ticks up as we stare at each other, and I blush. Everything he said to me last night plays through my mind on a loop.
You know what happens to good girls? They get rewarded. They get taken care of. They get touched, and kissed everywhere. They get fucked so hard and deep that they can’t walk straight. Good girls get their tight little pusses licked and kissed until they’re dripping wet. They get to come, over and over again.
I’ve never thought about being anyone’s good girl before, but I desperately want to be Ford’s. The idea excites me in a way I don’t fully understand.
But I want to.
“Morning,” I say, my voice coming out all high and breathy. I clear my throat as my blush deepens.
