Page 19 of Her Mountain Boss
I kiss her again, slow and deep. I can feel her heart racing, her body trembling. I know she’s close to the edge, and I want to push her over. I want to make her come, right here, right now.
But I also want to savour her. To take my time with her. To make this last.
So I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged pants. I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for the willpower to not take her cherry right here where anyone could walk in. “I want to do so many dirty things to you, Sophia,” I whisper.
“Like what? Tell me. I want to know. Please, tell me.”
Perfect little kitten that she is, she leans back slightly on the table and spreads her legs wider. I can feel the heat of her through her leggings, and I rub her, slow and firm. She gasps, her hips jerking against my hand. I lean in, my mouth against her ear.
“I want to teach you how to suck my cock, Sophia. I want to feel your pretty lips wrapped around me, your tongue licking every inch. I want to teach you how to swallow my cum like a good girl.”
She moans, her hips moving in time with my hand. I can feel her getting wetter, her leggings damp under my fingers. “I want to tie you up, kitten. Spread you out on my bed, naked and helpless. And then I’ll make you come, over and over again, until you’re begging me to stop.”
I slide my other hand up, under her sweatshirt, and cup her breast. I groan when I discover that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple is hard, and I roll it between my fingers, pinching slightly. She gasps, her back arching. “I want to slide a plug in your tight little ass, Sophia. Stretch you out, get you ready for my cock. And while you’re plugged, I’ll lick your little pussy until you come with your ass full.”
I slip my hand inside her leggings, beneath her panties. She’s soaking wet, her pussy hot and swollen. I groan, sliding my fingers up and down her slippery slit. “I want to use all of your toys on you, Sophia. I want to fill you up, fuck you with them. I want to edge you, make you beg and plead. I want to make you cry because you need to come so badly.” My balls are throbbing angrily, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. I’m dripping into my boxers, and I know I’m walking on the knife edge of control right now.
I slide two fingers inside her, and she cries out, her hips bucking against my hand. I fuck her, slow and deep. “And sometimes, kitten, I just want to make you sit on my cock. Make you keep it warm for me while I play with you, while we watch a movie, while we cuddle before bed. Because this cunt is mine, and once I’ve been inside you, I’m going to want to be inside you all the fucking time. Even when we’re not fucking, I’ll want to be inside you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans, rocking against my hand. “Yes, please. I’ll be so good for you. I want all of that. I want you to play with me and use me and fill me up. Please, god.”
I slide my fingers from her tight little cunt, lift her onto the table, and drop to my knees, the wooden barn floor creaking beneath me. I look up at Sophia, her hazel eyes wide and hazy with need, her lips parted. My heart thuds hard and fast against my ribs and for a second, I forget to breathe. She’s so fucking beautiful that she literally takes my breath away.
I tug her shoes off and toss them aside, and then hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties, tugging them down. She lifts her hips, helping me, and I pull them off completely, dropping them to the floor. I settle myself between her spread legs, my hands gripping her thick thighs. I can see her pussy, pink and glistening, and I can’t wait to taste her.
“You have the prettiest pussy, kitten,” I murmur, my voice rough. I use my thumbs to spread her open, to expose her completely. “Such a tiny, tight little hole. And look at this clit.” I gently pull back the hood, exposing her. “So cute and pink.” I blow a stream of air over it, and she whimpers, her hips jerking slightly. Fresh juice trickles out of her and my dick throbs. “So wet for me. So needy.” I lean in, inhale her scent. She smells like heaven, like sweet, musky perfection. I groan, low and deep. “I’m going to lick this sweet pussy, Sophia. I’m going to make you come all over my face.”
I lean in, press a soft kiss to her inner thigh. She trembles, her breath hitching. I do the same to the other thigh, then trail kisses upwards, towards her cunt. I can feel her heat, can smell her arousal. My mouth is watering. I need to taste her. Now.
I lick her, a slow, gentle stroke of my tongue. She moans, her hips bucking. I do it again, another slow lick right up the center of her, tasting her, learning her. She’s sweet and tangy, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. After sucking her off my fingers, I knew she’d be sweet, but lapping up her taste right from the source is even better. I groan against her, the vibration making her gasp.
“Ford,” she whispers, her voice shaky. I look up at her, meeting her hooded gaze.
“What do you need, kitten?” I ask, my voice rough. With my eyes still on hers, I slide my tongue up and down her juicy slit again, then circle her clit gently. She cries out, her hips jerking.
“More,” she gasps. “Please, more.”
I growl, the sound low and feral. “Greedy girl,” I murmur against her. “You want more of my tongue? You want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Daddy. Please make me come. I’m already so close.”
God, I fucking love it when she begs. I bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking and devouring her like starving man. I’m obsessed with her taste, with her breathy little moans, with making her feel as good as possible. I slide my tongue inside her, fuck her with it, then move up to circle her clit. She’s writhing against me, her hips bucking, her hands gripping my hair.
This, right here, is heaven.
I growl against her clit, the vibration making her writhe against my face. I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. She comes with a scream, her hands tugging at my hair, her thighs clamping around my head. My dick jerks in my jeans, desperate and eager. I’m so hard I might bust right through my jeans. I can feel her pulse against my tongue, and then a small spurt of liquid squirts out of her pussy as she comes.
Fuck, yes.My girl can squirt. I want to make her do it over and over again, cover myself in her.
She’s still coming, moaning and shaking, pussy convulsing, and I don’t fucking stop. I keep devouring her, my tongue sliding all over her gushing cunt, circling her clit, then fucking her tight little hole.
“Daddy, please,” she gasps, trying to squirm away, but I hold her firm, my hands gripping her ass, keeping her right where I want her.
“I’m not done with you, yet. You taste too fucking good, kitten,” I snarl against her pussy, licking and sucking every inch of her. She’s swollen, sensitive, and I know it’s almost too much for her. But I don’t care. I want her to come again. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body.
I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them to hit that spot that drives her wild. She cries out, her head thrashing from side to side. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body coiling like a spring. I suck her clit back into my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth. She detonates, her scream echoing through the barn, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She squirts again, more this time, and she gushes around my fingers, her cum soaking my hand, dripping down my arm, making a little puddle on the floor.
I wonder if she’s ever made herself squirt before. The fact that I just did makes me feel like a goddamn king.
