Page 29 of Mountain Daddy (Broken Boss Daddies #1)

“Been wanting to do that all night to that juicy fucking ass,” he says, carrying me toward the dining table.

He sets me down, spins me around, bends me over the table. My hands splay against the cold wood. It’s jagged crannies bites into my skin, makes me gasp.

Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothing. The sound of his pants hitting the floor. His boxers following.

I don’t dare look back.

I don’t need to.

He’s behind me. Towering.

Then his hand slides up my back, pressing me down between my shoulder blades. The other slides up my spine, making me tremble in anticipation.

“Stay right there,” he growls, voice dark silk. “Ass up. Legs wide.”

My whole body lights up at the command.

And I obey. Instinctively. Desperately.

Ready for whatever comes next.

I hear him spit. Feel the wet head of his cock slide between my folds. Not entering. Just teasing. Rubbing against my still-sensitive clit.

“Please,” I whimper, pushing back against him.

“Please what?” His voice is smoke and sin. “Tell me what you want, Lilly.”

“I want you in me. Now.”

His hand slides up to the back of my neck, wrapping gently but firmly. Controlling. Possessive.

Then he's pushing inside me in one long, slow stroke that steals the breath from my lungs.

“Fuck,” he groans once he's fully seated. “So tight. So perfect.”

The feeling is indescribable. Full. Complete. Like a missing piece slotting into place. His cock stretches me in the most delicious way, hitting spots I didn't know existed.

He pulls back slowly, then slams back in. The force of it shoves me forward on the table. My breasts drag against the polished wood.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, setting a punishing rhythm. “My cock deep inside you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, each thrust driving the word from my lips. “God, yes.”

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me. The sound of skin on skin fills the cabin, mixed with our gasps and moans.

One hand slides up my back, tangles in my hair. Pulls just hard enough to arch my back, changing the angle. His cock hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars.

“Right there,” I sob. “Don't stop.”

“Never,” he promises, voice strained with effort. “Never gonna stop fucking you like this.”

The coil of pleasure builds again. Tighter. Higher. My fingers scrabble for control on the smooth table.

Then he's pulling out, flipping me over like. My back hits the table, and he's between my legs again before I can protest the loss.

“Want to see your face,” he growls, pushing back inside me. “Want to watch you come apart on my cock.”

In this position, I can see everything. The sweat glistening on his chest. The muscles in his arms bulging as he holds himself above me. The place where our bodies join, his cock disappearing inside me.

His eyes never leave mine.

“You're mine,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Say it.”

“I'm yours,” I gasp. “Always have been.”

One of his hands slides between us, finds my clit. Circles it in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me,” he demands. “One more time.”

I'm already wound so tight from the first orgasm, from the relentless pounding, from the look in his eyes that says he'll die before he lets me go again.

“I can't,” I sob, even as my body tightens around him.

“You can,” he insists. “Together. Want to feel you come on my cock.”

His thrusts become erratic. Harder. Deeper. I know he's close. Can feel him swelling inside me.

“Now,” he growls. “Come now.”

And I do.The orgasm rips through me like lightning—violent, white-hot, fucking feral .

I arch.

Scream.

My back bows off the table, fingers clawing at the edge for something to hold onto. My legs lock around his waist. Trap him. Drag him in deeper.

My pussy clenches. Tight. Greedy. Possessive.A sob rips from my throat. I can’t stop it. Can’t think .

Only feel .

My whole body convulses. Walls fluttering around his cock like I never want to let him go.

And then he breaks.

With a growl so guttural it shakes the table. Could be my name. Could be a curse. He slams deep. Hard. One final thrust.

Stays there. Buried to the hilt. His cock pulses. Hot release floods me. Thick. Claiming. His hands dig into my hips, holding me down, keeping me open for him while he spills every last drop inside.

I feel everything.

The weight.

The heat.

The absolute ownership of it.

His forehead drops against my neck. His breath rasps against my skin.

“Fuck,” he pants. “You’ll ruin me.”

I smile. Wrecked. Glowing.

“Good.”

We stay like that for a long moment. Connected. Panting. His forehead pressed against mine. My hands gripping his shoulders like I'll drown if I let go.

Slowly, the world comes back into focus. The sound of crickets outside. The distant howl of a coyote.

Nikolai's arms wrap around me, lift me from the table. I cling to him, face buried in his neck. Breathing him in. Memorizing this moment.

He carries me to the bedroom, lays me on the bed like I'm made of glass. Crawls in beside me, pulls me against his chest.

“I meant what I said,” I murmur against his skin. “I love you.”

His arms tighten around me. His lips press against my temple.

“And I’m yours,” he says quietly.

I believe him.

Tonight, and I hope forever more, we belong to each other.

Completely.

Irrevocably.

Forever.