Page 13 of Her Mountain Boss (Honey Ridge #3)

I slide two fingers inside her, and she cries out, her hips bucking against my hand.

I fuck her, slow and deep. “And sometimes, kitten, I just want to make you sit on my cock. Make you keep it warm for me while I play with you, while we watch a movie, while we cuddle before bed. Because this cunt is mine, and once I’ve been inside you, I’m going to want to be inside you all the fucking time.

Even when we’re not fucking, I’ll want to be inside you. ”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans, rocking against my hand. “Yes, please. I’ll be so good for you. I want all of that. I want you to play with me and use me and fill me up. Please, god.”

I slide my fingers from her tight little cunt, lift her onto the table, and drop to my knees, the wooden barn floor creaking beneath me.

I look up at Sophia, her hazel eyes wide and hazy with need, her lips parted.

My heart thuds hard and fast against my ribs and for a second, I forget to breathe.

She’s so fucking beautiful that she literally takes my breath away.

I tug her shoes off and toss them aside, and then hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties, tugging them down.

She lifts her hips, helping me, and I pull them off completely, dropping them to the floor.

I settle myself between her spread legs, my hands gripping her thick thighs.

I can see her pussy, pink and glistening, and I can’t wait to taste her.

“You have the prettiest pussy, kitten,” I murmur, my voice rough.

I use my thumbs to spread her open, to expose her completely.

“Such a tiny, tight little hole. And look at this clit.” I gently pull back the hood, exposing her.

“So cute and pink.” I blow a stream of air over it, and she whimpers, her hips jerking slightly.

Fresh juice trickles out of her and my dick throbs.

“So wet for me. So needy.” I lean in, inhale her scent.

She smells like heaven, like sweet, musky perfection.

I groan, low and deep. “I’m going to lick this sweet pussy, Sophia.

I’m going to make you come all over my face. ”

I lean in, press a soft kiss to her inner thigh. She trembles, her breath hitching. I do the same to the other thigh, then trail kisses upwards, towards her cunt. I can feel her heat, can smell her arousal. My mouth is watering. I need to taste her. Now.

I lick her, a slow, gentle stroke of my tongue.

She moans, her hips bucking. I do it again, another slow lick right up the center of her, tasting her, learning her.

She’s sweet and tangy, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

After sucking her off my fingers, I knew she’d be sweet, but lapping up her taste right from the source is even better.

I groan against her, the vibration making her gasp.

“Ford,” she whispers, her voice shaky. I look up at her, meeting her hooded gaze.

“What do you need, kitten?” I ask, my voice rough. With my eyes still on hers, I slide my tongue up and down her juicy slit again, then circle her clit gently. She cries out, her hips jerking.

“More,” she gasps. “Please, more.”

I growl, the sound low and feral. “Greedy girl,” I murmur against her. “You want more of my tongue? You want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Daddy. Please make me come. I’m already so close.”

God, I fucking love it when she begs. I bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking and devouring her like starving man.

I’m obsessed with her taste, with her breathy little moans, with making her feel as good as possible.

I slide my tongue inside her, fuck her with it, then move up to circle her clit.

She’s writhing against me, her hips bucking, her hands gripping my hair.

This, right here, is heaven.

I growl against her clit, the vibration making her writhe against my face.

I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.

She comes with a scream, her hands tugging at my hair, her thighs clamping around my head.

My dick jerks in my jeans, desperate and eager.

I’m so hard I might bust right through my jeans.

I can feel her pulse against my tongue, and then a small spurt of liquid squirts out of her pussy as she comes.

Fuck, yes. My girl can squirt. I want to make her do it over and over again, cover myself in her.

She’s still coming, moaning and shaking, pussy convulsing, and I don’t fucking stop. I keep devouring her, my tongue sliding all over her gushing cunt, circling her clit, then fucking her tight little hole.

“Daddy, please,” she gasps, trying to squirm away, but I hold her firm, my hands gripping her ass, keeping her right where I want her.

“I’m not done with you, yet. You taste too fucking good, kitten,” I snarl against her pussy, licking and sucking every inch of her.

She’s swollen, sensitive, and I know it’s almost too much for her.

But I don’t care. I want her to come again.

I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body.

I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them to hit that spot that drives her wild.

She cries out, her head thrashing from side to side.

I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her body coiling like a spring.

I suck her clit back into my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth.

She detonates, her scream echoing through the barn, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

She squirts again, more this time, and she gushes around my fingers, her cum soaking my hand, dripping down my arm, making a little puddle on the floor.

I wonder if she’s ever made herself squirt before. The fact that I just did makes me feel like a goddamn king.

I slow my movements, gentling my touch as she comes down from her high. I press soft kisses to her inner thighs, her mound, her stomach, my wet beard rubbing against her skin.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper, looking up at her.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders.

She’s never looked more beautiful. “No one’s tasted you but me, Sophia.

No one’s made you come like that but me.

And that’s never gonna change.” I stand up, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans.

I want to fuck her, claim her, fill her with my cum.

But not yet. Not here. I want our first time to be perfect. I want to savour her.

I stand, balls throbbing, cock dripping, and wrap my arms around my girl.

She melts into me, her soft curves pressing against my hardness.

I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her slow and deep.

She tastes like heaven, like sweet sin, and I can’t get enough.

Her hands clutch at my shirt, her body shaking.

From the orgasms I just gave her, or from something else, I’m not entirely sure.

“Please,” she begs against my lips. “Please fuck me. I can’t wait. I need it. I need you.”

I groan, my cock throbbing in my jeans. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to claim her completely. But not here, not like this.

“No, kitten,” I murmur, my voice sandpapery. “I’m not going to pop your cherry where anyone could walk in. You deserve better than that.”

She whines, her body writhing against mine. “But I need you. I need you so bad.” She bites her lip and looks up at me, then shyly away. “Please, Daddy.”

It’s the word Daddy that undoes me. I grip her chin, tilting her head up. Her hazel eyes are glazed with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses. “Okay,” I say, all plans of drawing this out longer gone. “Come to my cabin in a couple of hours. I can’t wait any longer, either.”

She nods eagerly, and I give her one last kiss, slow and deep, before pulling away. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. I step back, my body protesting the distance between us. But the anticipation thrumming through my veins is worth it. Tonight, she’ll be mine completely.

I help her get her clothing back into place, and then head to a small closet where cleaning supplies are kept. When I return with all purpose cleaner and paper towels, she’s staring at the little puddle of clear liquid on the floor.

“Um…did I do that?” she asks. Her cheeks are bright red, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I grin at her. “You sure did. More than once.”

Her mouth opens into a cute little o . “I didn’t know I could…wow.”

I make quick work of wiping up our mess, and then turn to my girl. “Don’t be embarrassed baby girl. It was hot as hell, and I’m already looking forward to you doing it again.”

She ducks her head, a shy smile pulling at her lips.

Just then, Heather enters the barn carrying a large box in her arms. Sophia rushes over to help her, and I wink at her as I head back to the supply closet.

As Sophia and Heather talk about work, I turn and leave the barn, the cool autumn air doing nothing to dampen the heat coursing through my body. Tonight, I’m going to claim my innocent little step-niece.

Tonight, I’m going to ruin her.

Tonight, I’m going to make her mine in every single way.