Page 17 of Her Mountain Boss
“And who do you need to make you come, kitten?” he asks, his voice dark and demanding.
“You, Daddy,” I moan. “Please.”
He rewards me with a slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers, curling them inside me again. “That’s right, baby girl. Only Daddy can make you feel this good. You know why?” His thumb presses harder against my clit, and I can feel the edge approaching fast. “Because this is my cunt now.”
Why is that so hot? It shouldn’t be. But it is. My god, it is.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg again, my body trembling with need. “Please let me come. Please can I come?”
“You beg so sweet,” he murmurs, scraping his beard over my throat and jaw, marking me. His fingers move faster, rougher, and I can feel myself coming undone.
“Come for me, kitten,” he whispers. “Come all over Daddy’s fingers like a good girl.”
So I do. The words send me spiraling, and I come undone, my body convulsing around his fingers. Waves of pleasure crash over me, and I scream myself hoarse, my voice echoing against the trees, the mountains, the sound flying into the open sky. Ford’s fingers continue to move inside me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I’m a boneless, breathless mess in his arms.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. “That’s my good girl. You’re so pretty and sweet when you come for me.” He slowly withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss, my body still throbbing with aftershocks. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes locked onto mine. The sight is so erotic, so filthy, that it sends another wave of need pounding through me.
His lips brush against my temple, the touch so tender it makes my throat clog with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, kitten,” he says, his voice low and rough. The words send a surge of warmth through me, settling in my chest. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.You’rethe most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Tears prick at my eyes, and I swallow rapidly. “Thank you,” I whisper hoarsely, overcome with a sudden onslaught of emotion.
He helps me tug my panties and leggings back into place with a gentle tenderness that only makes my eyes sting more. And then he holds me, wrapping his massive tree trunk arms around me, his hand stroking up and down my back.
“This is crazy,” I whisper, snuggling my face into his solid chest. I breathe him in, letting his scent wrap around me like a comforting blanket.
“Absolutely batshit,” he agrees. “But you and I both know this is right, don’t we?”
I pull back and look up at him. “We do. When I first saw you, it was like my entire world tilted on its axis in a way I didn’t understand.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I know exactly what you mean, kitten.”
“I’m glad you’re not fighting this anymore.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and low. “Me too.”
We lose track of time up there, curled around each other, stealing kisses, watching the breathtaking scenery. It feels as though we’re the only two people in the entire world. Like nothing else matters but being here with this man who’s completely off-limits.
I bite my lip, snuggling into him more, working up the courage to ask the question that I can’t stop thinking about. “When are…when will you…?” I blush furiously, and he slides his fingers under my chin, tipping my face up to his.
“You asking when I’m going to take your virginity?”
I nod.
“Soon, kitten, but there’s no rush. A little anticipation never hurt anyone.” He drops his head and kisses my neck. “Why? Does your little pussy need some more attention?”
“Always, Daddy,” I say with a little grin, and he groans.
“Fucking love when you call me that. It’s so sweet and filthy at the same time.”
I don’t know how long we spend making out on the hood of his truck. Just kissing and touching, Ford working his cock against me in a maddeningly slow grind. It’s thrilling how controlled he is. If it were up to me, I would’ve already been bouncing on his dick in the front seat of his truck. But he’s right. The anticipation is thrilling.
Seven
Ford
It’s dark, and I can’t find Sophia anywhere. She’s not in the main lodge, she’s not in her cabin, she’s not in the hot tub. And I’m sure she’s fine. I’m not worried, exactly. But I haven’t seen her in over twenty-four hours, and I think I’m about to lose my mind.
It’s crazy that a week ago, I didn’t know her at all, and now I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s the sweetest, prettiest curveball that I never saw coming, but I’m not mad about it. Not even a little.
