Page 9 of Her Mountain Boss
I want to taste her. Her skin. Her pussy.
My cock is rock fucking hard, straining against my jeans, begging to be let out. Begging to be inside her. I’m so hard it hurts, even though I fucked my fist in the shower this morning, imagining her lips wrapped around me. Even though I stroked myself before bed last night, wondering if my step-niece is a virgin.
She shifts in the hot tub, making her cleavage jiggle. I want to strip that tiny bikini off her, toss it aside, and make her my next meal. I want to suck her nipples into my mouth, tease them with my teeth. I want to lick every drop of water off her skin, trace her delicious curves with my mouth. I want to spread her luscious thighs and bury my face in her pussy. I want to taste her, feast on her until she screams my name. Until she’s so sensitive and wrung out that she begs me to stop.
Never in my life have I wanted to fuck so badly. The thought of sinking my cock into her, claiming her, fucking her hard as I stuff her full, has pre-cum leaking from my cock. Has my balls drawing up tight. I want to fuck her. Fill her. Stretch her little cunt around me. Watch my cum drip out of her. I want to mark her, leave my bruises on her soft skin, bite marks on her neck, her tits, her thighs, my hand print on her ass. I want to fuck her until she can’t walk straight, until she can’t sit down withoutremembering who wrecked her sore pussy. I want her aching and begging.
And then I want to hold her all night. I want to make her breakfast in the morning. I want to know every single thought, every single feeling, every single hope and fear and like and dislike she has. I want every single part of her.
I want her. I want her so fucking bad that I might actually lose my mind. I amconsumedwith want.
But I can’t have her. I can’t fucking touch her. She’s off-limits. Completely forbidden.
And yet, here I stand, like a fucking creep, staring at her, wanting her, imagining all the filthy, depraved things I want to do to her. I’m a sick bastard. A fucking pervert. But I can’t stop. I can’t look away.
She shifts in the water, her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping from those bee-stung lips. My cock throbs, desperate for relief. Desperate for her. Desperate for what it can’t have. I reach down, adjusting myself, trying to ease the ache, but it’s no use. There’s only one thing that will satisfy me, and it’s not my goddamn fist. It’s her. Only her.
I’m so fucked. So completely, utterly fucked.
Just then, Sophia turns, her eyes meeting mine. A lazy, relaxed smile spreads across her face, lighting her up. “Hey, Ford. Come to join me?”
I growl. “No.”
She tilts her head, her pretty smile firmly in place. “Are you always this grumpy, or just with me?”
I step closer, my boots thudding softly on the paving stones surrounding the hot tub. “I’m not grumpy.”
Sophia raises an eyebrow, a playful glint dancing in her hazel eyes. “Really? Because the look on your face,” she says, lifting one hand out of the water and drawing a circle in the air withher index finger, “is very grumpy. And you just growlednolike I offered you poison.”
“I’m just thinking. This is my thinking face.”
“Thinking about how grumpy you are?” She laughs, the sound musical, magical. “Or about how you’d rather be anywhere else than right here?”
I take another step closer, the steam from the hot tub curling around me. “Not even close.”
“No?” She leans back, her arms resting on the edge of the hot tub. The movement makes her tits strain against the tiny triangles of her bikini top and my brain goes fuzzy for a second. “Whatareyou thinking about, then?”
I’m not walking into that trap. Sophia’s flirting with me. She wants me. This chemistry, this attraction, isn’t one-sided. But I can’t do anything about it.
I should probably stop staring at her tits, in that case.
“I’m thinking about how you shouldn’t be out here alone. It’s not safe.” My words sound hollow, even to my own ears.
Sophia rolls her eyes. “I’m perfectly safe. Besides, I thought Blackwood Lodge was all about the great outdoors and communing with nature.” She gestures at the lake and mountains behind her. “Look. Nature.”
“Blackwood’s safe. But that doesn’t mean you should be out here alone at night.”
She smirks, and her eyes twinkle. “Are you worried about me, Uncle Ford?” she asks, the sassiness dripping from her voice. “Afraid I’ll get eaten…” She bites her lip and pauses before continuing. “…by a bear?” Pure delight shines out at me from those gorgeous eyes. She’s winding me up, and she knows it.
I can’t stop the growl from pushing up out of me. “I’m not your uncle, and I’m worried about a lot of things when it comes to you, Sophia.”
She bites her bottom lip again, her eyes searching mine. “Really? Like what?”
I lean down, my hands gripping the edge of the hot tub. Our faces are inches apart, her breath mingling with mine. I can’t kiss her. If I kiss her, it’s over. I won’t stop. I know I won’t. “Like the fact that you’re driving me crazy,” I say, my voice low and hoarse. “Like the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you. Like the fact that I want to—“ I cut myself off, jaw clenching.
Her eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. “You want to what?”
I straighten and take a big step back from the hot tub. Christ, that was close. This bratty side of her is going to kill me. I swallow and take a breath, fighting for control. “I want to make sure you’re safe. That’s all.”
