Page 22 of Her Mountain Boss
“And why do I get to decide?”
“Because it’s your pussy to play with.” Just saying the words makes my clit throb and my pussy drool. It’s so kinky and wrong, and I love it.
He presses the vibrator against my inner thigh, the hum of it sending shivers through me. He trails it up, up, agonizingly slow, until it’s just barely touching my pussy lips. I squirm, trying to press myself against it, but Ford tsks, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“Patience, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “I’m in charge here. I say when you get to come. Not you. Now let Daddy play.”
I whine, my hips bucking, but Ford presses a firm hand against my belly, holding me still. He trails the vibrator up anddown my lips, coating it in my wetness, never quite touching my clit. I’m aching, throbbing, desperate for more.
“Daddy, please,” I beg. I’m completely without shame right now.
He smiles, a slow, wicked grin that sends heat coursing through me. “I love it when you beg, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel. “I love knowing that you need me. That you need this.”
He presses the vibrator against my clit, and I scream, my body arching off the bed. Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and intense. Ford keeps the vibrator pressed against me, circling it slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“I want you shaking before I shove my cock inside your tight little pussy. I want your pussy weeping and drenched when I take you.”
I gasp and writhe, my orgasm building, hovering just out of reach and he gentles the pressure. “Every part of you is mine, kitten, and that includes your sweet little pussy. That includes your orgasms.” I fall back from the edge and then he presses the vibrator against me again, circling slowly.
“That’s my girl. God, look at you… you’re fucking glowing. Skin flushed. Lips swollen. And this perfect little pussy? So wet I could drown in it.”
He teases me with the vibrator, running it over my clit, tracing around my entrance. I chase it with my hips, and Ford presses down on my belly. Not hard, just enough to make me go still.
“Don’t move. Good girls stay still while Daddy plays and edges.”
I whimper, sweat prickling along my hairline. “Please, Daddy. I really need to come.”
“You will. When I let you.”
He presses a button on the vibrator and turns up the speed. I gasp and writhe, trying so, so hard to stay still. I look up at him, and he’s calm. So relaxed. But I can see the possession glinting in his eyes, and it makes me try even harder to be good. The challenge turns me on, making my pussy throb even more. Trying to stay still while he works me with the vibrator makes it feel even dirtier. Even kinkier.
“I love the sound of your sweet little moans. The way your body twitches when you try to stay still. You’re trying to hard to be good for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, a jerky motion. “I want to be good for you. Please, oh fuck, please—” My hips buck, and he pulls the vibe away.
“Not yet, kitten.”
I let out a frustrated sound somewhere between a scream and a moan. My thighs are shaking. My pussy is dripping and throbbing. It hurts, but it also feels incredible.
Ford dips his head and kisses me as he trails the vibrator up my thigh.
“That ache between your legs? That’s how you know you belong to me. I want you needy. Shaking. Aching and begging until I say you’re allowed to fall apart.” He lays the vibrator on the bed, buzzing just close enough to tickle my lips, and then he pets my swollen clit with one finger. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me play with this wet, swollen pussy. Holding still. You doing so well, kitten.” He strokes my clit again, his touch far too light to get me off.
“Daddy,” I whine, my muscles tense.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He continues to pet my clit.
“You, Ford. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” He picks up the vibe again and presses it right against my clit. “But you’re still not allowed to come.
I let out a strangled sob, but I nod.
“Now, do you want to come with this toy between your legs, or would you rather come on my cock.”
“Cock. Your cock,” I say, barely coherent. My pussy is a wet, swollen mess, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
“Are you sure?” he asks, turning up the vibe again. I bite my lip and hold back a scream as I fight not to come.
