Page 11 of Her Mountain Boss (Honey Ridge #3)

Six

Sophia

I barely tasted my pancakes after the kiss that literally rearranged my DNA, transforming me into someone new.

Someone I have the feeling I’m always meant to be.

All I could do was eat and stare at Ford’s mouth and restrain myself from climbing into his lap and asking for another.

But he didn’t kiss me again. Instead, we ate, and chatted about the lodge, about where I went to school for hospitality, about my impressions of the town.

It’s dizzying, this swinging back and forth from deliciously dirty to regular, everyday conversation, but I like it. As though everything about this is completely normal.

Now we’re back in Ford’s truck, his hand on my thigh again, as we head back up the mountain.

The sun is shining, and it’s a gloriously pretty fall day.

The blue sky is dotted with fluffy clouds, and the trees are an explosion of colour.

It’s beautiful and peaceful, and it only adds to the sense of happiness swirling through me.

Instead of taking the road that leads back to the resort, Ford turns down a small, gravel path that takes us deeper into the forest. We’re surrounded by trees, and I can see the mountain range rising up in front of me.

We wind higher, the trees so dense that branches scrape against the side of the truck.

I don’t ask where we’re going. Ford can take me anywhere he wants. I trust him to always take care of me.

He pulls to a stop when we come to small clearing, and when I step out of the truck, all the breath whooshes out of my lungs.

We’re completely alone at the edge of a precipice that looks down onto the same lake that borders the lodge.

We’re surrounded by mountains, trees, sunshine and fresh air.

Far, far below, I can hear the soft burbling of water.

Birds sing merrily. It’s like a fairytale.

“This is beautiful,” I say, turning in a slow circle and taking it all in.

“It is,” he says, but when I turn to face him, he’s not looking at the scenery. He’s looking right at me. “I thought it would be a nice spot for me to make you come for the first time.”

I whimper as my knees turn to jelly, and nod shakily. My body’s been one giant throb since he kissed me in the diner, and I’m ready and eager for more.

Ford’s hands grip my hips, and he lifts me effortlessly onto the hood of his truck.

The metal is cool against my thighs through my leggings, but his touch is scorching, branding me.

His mouth crashes onto mine, rough and demanding.

He kisses me like he owns me, like he’s claiming every inch of my body with his lips and tongue.

I melt into him, my hands gripping his thick hair, pulling him closer.

His hand wraps around my throat, gently but firmly, holding me in place as he devours me.

I gasp into his kiss, my body igniting with a need so intense it’s almost painful.

His other hand slides under my sweater and finds my breast, teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra.

He pinches and rolls it between his fingers, making me moan into his mouth.

“You like that, kitten?” he growls against my lips, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “You like when Daddy plays with your pretty little nipples?”

I whimper in response, arching into his touch. He rewards me by slipping his hand lower, cupping me between my legs. His palm presses against my clit, and I grind against him, desperate for more friction than I can get with my leggings and panties in the way.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmurs, releasing my throat as his lips move to my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. “Ride Daddy’s hand. Show me how much you want it.”

I moan again, my hips moving on their own, chasing the pleasure that’s building inside me. His hand is firm and possessive, cupping me entirely, his fingers pressing into the fabric, teasing my entrance. I can feel the heat of his touch, the promise of what’s to come, and it’s driving me wild.

“Ford,” I gasp. “Please…”

His eyes meet mine, a dark, hungry gaze that sends a shiver down my spine. “Please what, kitten?” he asks, his voice low and rough, like he’s just swallowed a pound of gravel. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“You,” I breathe. It’s all I can manage. He’s still teasing my nipple, still cupping my aching pussy.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and panties, yanking them down in one swift motion all the way to my ankles.

The cool air hits my bare skin, but it’s the heat in Ford’s eyes that makes goosebumps erupt.

He spreads my legs wide, positioning me so that I’m completely open to him.

I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on.

“Fuck, kitten,” Ford growls, his eyes devouring me. “Look at this pretty little cunt. All pink and wet for Daddy.” He runs a thick finger through my slit, and my hips buck as I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking wet, Sophia. Is all this sweetness for me?”

“Yes,” I manage to whisper, my hips moving in time with his finger. “Only for you, Ford.”

He rewards me with a slow, deliberate stroke, circling my clit before sliding one thick finger inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, my body clenching around him. He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me in a way that both stings and feels incredible.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmurs, his fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. “Let’s work this little virgin cunt open.” His fingers are rough, calloused from years of hard work, and they feel incredible inside me. He curls them, hitting a spot that makes me see stars.

“Ford,” I moan, my hands gripping the edge of the truck’s hood for support. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Never, kitten,” he says, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Daddy’s going to make you come all over his fingers. I want to feel this pretty little cunt squeeze me tight. I want to hear you scream my name.”

His words are filthy, his touch even more so, and I’m lost to the sensations.

The pleasure builds, coiling tight low in my belly, and I feel ready to snap at any moment.

His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit.

My pussy squelches, gushing around him. Distantly, I think I should be embarrassed that I’m dripping all over his truck, but I’m not.

I’m too close to coming all over his hand to care.

His curled fingers rub over that spot that makes my body jolt and my muscles tense.

I’m gasping for air, my pulse a steady thrum in my ears.

His beard scrapes against my jaw as he kisses my neck, as he licks a stripe up my throat, and it’s so fucking rough and primal that I can feel myself losing control.

“You feel so fucking good, kitten. So tight and wet around my fingers.” I’m making a mess, creaming all over his hand, and I don’t care.

I’m too wrapped up in pleasure, in this moment, in this insanity I’ve found with him.

“This is what you were looking for when you wanted my attention, isn’t it?

You wanted me to take care of you. Make you feel good. ”

“Uh huh,” I breathe shakily. He’s working me into a frenzy, and I can’t think. I can’t even form words. His thumb circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp, make my legs shake. “Ford, please,” I beg, my voice dripping with desperation.

“Please what, Sophia?” His fingers still inside me. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

I squirm, trying to chase the friction, but he holds me firmly in place. “I need… I need to come,” I whimper, my cheeks going hot.

“And who do you need to make you come, kitten?” he asks, his voice dark and demanding.

“You, Daddy,” I moan. “Please.”

He rewards me with a slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers, curling them inside me again. “That’s right, baby girl. Only Daddy can make you feel this good. You know why?” His thumb presses harder against my clit, and I can feel the edge approaching fast. “Because this is my cunt now.”

Why is that so hot? It shouldn’t be. But it is. My god, it is.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg again, my body trembling with need. “Please let me come. Please can I come?”

“You beg so sweet,” he murmurs, scraping his beard over my throat and jaw, marking me. His fingers move faster, rougher, and I can feel myself coming undone.

“Come for me, kitten,” he whispers. “Come all over Daddy’s fingers like a good girl.”

So I do. The words send me spiraling, and I come undone, my body convulsing around his fingers.

Waves of pleasure crash over me, and I scream myself hoarse, my voice echoing against the trees, the mountains, the sound flying into the open sky.

Ford’s fingers continue to move inside me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I’m a boneless, breathless mess in his arms.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing.

“That’s my good girl. You’re so pretty and sweet when you come for me.

” He slowly withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss, my body still throbbing with aftershocks.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes locked onto mine.

The sight is so erotic, so filthy, that it sends another wave of need pounding through me.

His lips brush against my temple, the touch so tender it makes my throat clog with emotion.

“I’m so proud of you, kitten,” he says, his voice low and rough.

The words send a surge of warmth through me, settling in my chest. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. ”

Tears prick at my eyes, and I swallow rapidly. “Thank you,” I whisper hoarsely, overcome with a sudden onslaught of emotion.

He helps me tug my panties and leggings back into place with a gentle tenderness that only makes my eyes sting more. And then he holds me, wrapping his massive tree trunk arms around me, his hand stroking up and down my back.

“This is crazy,” I whisper, snuggling my face into his solid chest. I breathe him in, letting his scent wrap around me like a comforting blanket.

“Absolutely batshit,” he agrees. “But you and I both know this is right, don’t we?”

I pull back and look up at him. “We do. When I first saw you, it was like my entire world tilted on its axis in a way I didn’t understand.”

He kisses the top of my head. “I know exactly what you mean, kitten.”

“I’m glad you’re not fighting this anymore.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and low. “Me too.”

We lose track of time up there, curled around each other, stealing kisses, watching the breathtaking scenery. It feels as though we’re the only two people in the entire world. Like nothing else matters but being here with this man who’s completely off-limits.

I bite my lip, snuggling into him more, working up the courage to ask the question that I can’t stop thinking about. “When are…when will you…?” I blush furiously, and he slides his fingers under my chin, tipping my face up to his.

“You asking when I’m going to take your virginity?”

I nod.

“Soon, kitten, but there’s no rush. A little anticipation never hurt anyone.” He drops his head and kisses my neck. “Why? Does your little pussy need some more attention?”

“Always, Daddy,” I say with a little grin, and he groans.

“Fucking love when you call me that. It’s so sweet and filthy at the same time.”

I don’t know how long we spend making out on the hood of his truck.

Just kissing and touching, Ford working his cock against me in a maddeningly slow grind.

It’s thrilling how controlled he is. If it were up to me, I would’ve already been bouncing on his dick in the front seat of his truck.

But he’s right. The anticipation is thrilling.