Page 10 of Mountain Daddy's Girl
“Oh, fuck,” he groans in delighted disbelief. “Are you going to cream from dry humping, cute city girl?”
“Muh-maybe, Mr Grizzly.”
He laughs throatily. “Good fucking girl. Come in your pants. Soak them for me. Get yourself ready for the real deal.”
He bucks his hips back and forth as I slide my hands under his T-shirt, feeling his naked skin, the corded muscles of his back. His manhood feels giant through the thin fabric of his MMA shorts.
He guides his lips to mine. When he kisses me, I know there’s no going back.
His lips are rough and addictive. His taste is just-him, not toothpaste, not his breakfast, just some chemical concoction designed to turn my world upside down.
The kiss deepens and lengthens until the frantic bucking of our hips becomes too much to maintain a connection.
“You’re close,” he growls, biting my neck softly, then a little harder. “I can feel it. Your body is fucking talking to me.”
He’s right.
I’m on the edge?—
A loud knocking on the door.
“What the fuck, Boone? Why’s the door locked?”
“Ignore them,” Boone grunts.
“I can’t,” I whisper, reality suddenly slamming into me. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why the hell not?”
“We met like ten hours ago.”
“I don’t give a fuck, and neither do you. Something amazing is happening here.”
“Boone,” I moan. “Please.”
Boone stays on top of me for long moments.
Finally, he stands up, glowering at the door. “Motherfuckers,” he snarls.
I stand, adjust my clothes. Wetness has seeped through my underwear and into my sweatpants. I feel it sticking to my thighs.
“Uh, thanks for the lesson,” I mutter, walking toward the cage’s exit.
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BOONE
Igo to my bedroom, because there’s no damn way I’m going to be able to focus on training after that.
Kick open the door to the en-suite and tear down my shorts. My manhood springs up, precum glimmering at my end. I stand at the sink like a goddamn beast and close my eyes, thinking of the cage, of her pussy lips grinding against my cock through the fabric of our clothes.
In the fantasy, I rip down her pants and her underwear then push my cock ruthlessly into her tight little hole. She moans and claws her fingernails down my back, her hips going wild, her curvy form shivering with each brutal thrust.
The waking dream is so vivid, I can hear the sound her sweet hole would make, the flesh-on-flesh collision of our desire.
Toward the end, I imagine looking down and seeing my stiff cock drenched with her release, thick globules of white that slide back up my shaft and cream all over her lips and her clit. I rub her clit, driving her into another crescendo, then the hot fire of my come surges up my cock and blows into her slit.
The sink fills with cum, my head clearing somewhat. I catch sight of my reflection. There’s no guilt. Just disappointment. That was nothing compared to the real thing.
