Page 8 of Her Mountain Boss (Honey Ridge #3)

I lean down, my mouth brushing against her ear. “You know what happens to good girls?” I whisper, my voice rough. “They get rewarded. They get taken care of. They get touched, and kissed everywhere. They get fucked so hard and deep that they can’t walk straight.”

She gasps and then sighs, leaning back into me, confirming she’s just as into this kink as I am. “Oh,” she breathes, and something in me shatters. I think it’s my resolve to stay away from her.

“That’s right. Good girls get their tight little pusses licked and kissed until they’re dripping wet. They get to come, over and over again.”

Her breath is coming in short, sharp gasps again, her body shaking.

I can see the effect my words are having on her, and I know deep down that the reason I feel so drawn to her, the reason I’m such a mess over her is because she’s perfect for me, and despite all the reasons I should stay away, I think I might be perfect for her, too.

There’s something between us, some unspoken, primal connection that’s been pulling us together from the moment I first laid eyes on her.

I barely know her, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

I don’t have a logical explanation for that.

“But only good girls get that, kitten,” I say quietly, my hands still moving over her body, drying her off.

“If you want me—my attention, my mouth, my hands, my cock, my cum—then you need to be a good girl. You need to do what I tell you, when I tell you, trusting that I’ll always take care of you.

” She nods and whimpers, sagging against me.

I grip her shoulders, steadying her. “Do you want to be my good girl, Sophia?”

“So much.”

I press a chaste kiss to the top of her curls.

Her cinnamon and vanilla scent wraps itself around me in a way that makes it hard to control myself.

But nothing more than this is going to happen between us tonight.

Now that I know she’s far dirtier than I could’ve hoped, that our dynamics are a perfect match, I don’t want to go too fast.

She shifts against me, trembling slightly. I can feel the heat of her, the arousal radiating off her in waves. I can practically taste her need. Smell it in the air. I lean down, my mouth brushing against her ear. She shivers again.

“Are you turned on, kitten?” I ask, my voice rough with my own arousal.

She nods. She’s breathing so fast and so hard that I can hear it. “Yes,” she whispers. “I’m…I’m always turned on around you, Ford.”

I can’t stop the growl from rumbling out of my chest at her admission. This young thing wants me? Is turned on around me? Is a little bratty and kinky and from what I can tell, desperately in need of a Daddy to take care of her in every single way?

Fucking hell. I feel like a god.

I want to touch her. I want to sink my fingers inside her and feel her clench and pulse around me. I want to taste the honey dripping between her thighs. But not yet. Not tonight. I don’t trust myself not to lose control, and this pretty young thing needs me to be in control.

“I want you to go back to your cabin,” I tell her, keeping my voice quiet but with an edge of command in it.

“I want you to strip off this indecent bathing suit and lie down on your bed. Spread your legs wide and touch yourself. I want you to play with that cute little pussy and imagine it’s my hands on you. My fingers rubbing your needy clit.”

She makes a small, delicious whimpering sound, her body pressing closer to mine. I can feel her heart pounding through her back.

“Can you make yourself come, kitten?” I ask, my mouth trailing down her neck, teeth grazing her impossibly soft skin.

She nods again, then clears her throat. “Yes. I…I have a vibrator.”

Dark lust floods my veins at the thought of her using a toy to make herself feel good.

Christ, that’s hot. “Good girl,” I praise, my hand cupping her jaw, my thumb brushing against her lower lip.

“I want you to use it tonight. I want you to think about all the ways you can be good for me. All the ways you can please me. Make yourself come as many times as you need to make the ache go away.” My hand slides down to her hip, gripping her as I grind my cock into her ass.

“Think about being my sweet, good girl. Think about how fucking good it’ll feel to let your step-uncle be your Daddy.

And come hard, kitten. Come so hard you see stars. ”

She nods, her breathing ragged. “Yes,” she whispers, and I pinch her hip gently.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answers instantly, flawlessly, perfectly.

This girl’s going to ruin me and I don’t give a fuck.

“I can do that for you.” She glances at me over her shoulder, her big eyes full of lust. Full of trust. She licks her lips, her chest rising and falling quickly. “And what will you be doing?”

I brush my lips against her ear again. I deserve a medal for the restraint I’m showing right now. For not already being balls deep in what I’m positive it’s the world’s hottest, tightest cunt. “I’ll be in my bedroom, cock in hand, thinking about you.”

She moans and fresh precum leaks out of my slit. I’ve pushed both of us far enough for one night, and I take a reluctant step back from her.

“Back to your cabin know, kitten. Go make yourself come, and know that I’ll be doing the same.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says in a way that makes my balls throb almost angrily. “I will.”

And with that, she turns and heads back towards the employee cabins, leaving me standing there, my cock rock hard, my heart a drum in my chest. I watch her go, her flared hips swaying gently, her ass outlined through her towel.

Fuck, my little step-niece is perfect.

And I’m going to claim every single part of her.