Page 14 of Mountain Daddy's Girl
He gently pushes me onto the bed then grabs my pants and pulls them. I grip the sheets to stop from going with them. Suddenly, I’m naked and he’s still fully clothed, staring down at me with amazement, his chest heaving as if he’s going to lose control.
“Fu… fuck.” He falls to his knees. “Your pussy is glistening for me. Shining with your wetness. You’re fucking soaked for me. Soaked.”
“Hmm,” I moan, all I can say.
“You want it,” he growls.
“Yes.”
He looks up at me. “That wasn’t a question. Your perfect soppy slit is evidence enough.”
He stands, tears down his jeans and his boxers. His cock springs up, unbelievably big, a staff of pure lust. His swollen, huge end glimmers with a dollop of precum. In fact, his entire length is shiny with it. He steps to the edge of the bed and guides his thickness towards my entrance. He rubs the huge tip up and down over my slickness.
I whimper as pleasure surges through me.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, zeroing in against my hole. He pushes gently … and again.
Pleasure kisses me, but my body won’t cooperate.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he growls. “If I can’t fit in, it’s because you drive me so wild that I’ve forgotten my manners. I need to make you good and slippery first.”
He falls to his knees, grabs greedy handfuls of my thighs. Every touch pushes me closer to the edge. I’m gushing like a waterfall, every second getting wetter, hornier, readier.
“It might be because I’m a virgin,” I say softly. Barely loud enough to hear my own voice. His hands claim more of my thighs, squeezing possessively. “What did you just say?” he growls. “Repeat.”
“I’ve never done this before. Maybe that’s why?”
He shudders. “Nobody’s ever touched this horny-as-fuck hole before?”
“No,” I whisper. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Anythinglike this?”
When I shake my head, he looks at my pussy with a new sense of appreciation. He’s feasting on me with his eyes.
“Nobody’s ever tasted these juices? Never fingered this little hole?”
“Never,” I moan.
“Fuuuck!”
Forget about feasting with his eyes. Now, he just feasts.
He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me against him, opening his mouth wide and pushing it against my pussy. His tongue devours as if he can’t get enough of my taste, stroking over my lips and my hole and my clit. I twitch when he focuses on my nub.
He reads the twitch, his fingers grip into me with more pressure. It’s like he wants to hold me in place as he claims me with his tongue.
He focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, pushing his tongue against it. His groans and grunts are somehow the sexiest part. A bear satiating itself. Indulging. I’m his prize. I’ve never felt so wanted.
Soon, the pressure in my inner thighs becomes too much.
An orgasm shatters. My toes curl. My hole pulses and shivers with the release.
He moves his hand to my clit and keeps rubbing as his mouth opens over my mouth, tasting my juices.
When it’s over, he stands again, rubbing his palm over my slickness and stroking it up and down his solid length.
