Page 9 of Mountain Daddy's Girl
“Do you want to try?”
“Okay.”
“What are you doing?” he asks when I move to stand up. “I’ll just sweep you.”
“Sweep me?”
“It’s when I get on top. Look.”
He grabs one of my arms then rolls onto his side. Suddenly, the room is spinning and then I’m on my back.
“Oh, and look here,” he says. “If you wrap your legs around me now, this is called full guard.”
“Like this?”
I hook my ankles under his firm butt.
“Yeah,” he says, pushing against me, rocking his hips. “With your legs, you can off balance me. But we’re working on mounting right now. Open your legs for me.”
Don’t you think I’ve thought of that already?
He climbs fully on top of me.
“Put your hands where I showed you and bridge.”
I place my hands against his hip bones. Even they’re covered in a layer of muscle.
I push him up. He laughs genuinely. “That’s actually pretty damn amazing.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
He winks. “Now, sweep me so you’re on top. I’ll show you a couple of details.”
“Like … this?” I grab his arm.
“Yeah. Good job. You’re a quick learner.”
“Then I roll?”
“Yep.”
I do it like he did. Roll over. End up in his ‘guard’. His cup surges against my slick sex. His body is so hot to the touch, a fiery mass of hardness and unwavering attentiveness.
“Is it comfortable wearing a cup?” I ask. “It doesn’tfeelcomfortable.”
“I’m not wearing a cup.”
Oh, God.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he snarls. “I haven’t been wearing a cup this entire time.”
“Then …”
He lies down, pressing his solid torso against my body, his breath warm in my ear. “I can’t stop myself from being rock-fucking-solid for you, Lila. I can’t even try.”
He begins to shift his hips. A crazed instinct takes me over and causes me to move in time with him. He moans in my ear as I spread my hands over his back, clawing at his T-shirt, my pussy sizzling with unstoppable desire, my hole getting so wet, I can’t even take it anymore.
