Page 21 of Mountain Daddy's Girl
Then she rocks forward towards me, sliding all the way so that my tip is kissing her hole, hungry for more.
“I’m going to explode in your tight hole,” I snarl. “I’m going to fill your young body up. But first. You …” I spank her ass. “Have to.” I spank her harder.“Come.”
Each slap causes her ass to ripple, her thickness to shimmer and dance for me. She gasps and whines with pleasure each time my palm makes contact.
I’m completely lost, unable to focus, watching my hand collide with her creamy ass as she rides harder, deeper. Her growing confidence is what really pushes me to the edge.
She tosses her head, letting her hair fly wild, bouncing like she owns my cock as much as I own her young body. She owns this moment. She owns us.
She lets her moans fly confidently, bucking her hips wildly like a rodeo. I slide my hands to her hips and cradle her, lifting her up as she slides away then pulling her in tightly as she glides down, causing my rock-hard cock to pulsate with each collision.
“Fu—fuh …” She can’t finish the word.
I can’t even begin any words.
She throws her head back and lets out a scream of release.
She seeps wetness all over my dick, thick layers of white release flowing down me until it gets soppy and flows over my balls and drips onto the mattress. I stare, fucking mesmerized, incapable of looking away as she creams and bounces and drenches me.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“I know,” she says quietly.
“Fuck, Snapshot.”
I don’t want this to end.
Somehow, I keep those words back.
I think of my fight. Her college work. The fact they’re going to drive out of here within the hour most likely.
She gently climbs off, turning to me with red cheeks, her eyebrows raised nervously.
I stand and loop my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.
“Hold me, Boone. Don’t let go. I don’t want to leave right now”
“Now, we do our best not to go insane,” I tell her. “We’ve got business to take care of. I’ve got to train, to fight, to dominate. And you’ve got to study, and fight, and dominate your college work. But after …”
She claws against my chest, looking up at me as though she’s afraid. “You don’t know how you’ll feel when we’re apart. When this …”
“Shhh..”
“When thisspellis broken.”
“I know one thing,” I snarl. “When I come find you, if another man has you on his arm, or if there’s one so much as sniffing around, I’m going to shatter his fucking jaw.”
She gasps, pushes against my chest, as if she’s going to push herself away. But I hold her too tightly.
“Boone, now’s not the time” she moans.
“You belong to me now,” I growl. “Just because real life is going to get in the way for a while, don’t forget it.”
A knock comes at the door. “Uh, Lila?”
“Rosa?”
“We’re ready to hit the road … when you are.”
