Page 14 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

Holy. Fuck.

My core floods with heat. And my lips part on a gasp.

But before I can beg for more, Luther’s mouth crashes down on mine again.

I don’t like it gentle either.

I’ve never been with a man like this.

Never had anyone talk to me the way he does.

But now…

Now, I’m not sure I can ever go back.

I arch into Luther’s hold and swipe my tongue across his lips.

Luther makes a sound deep in his chest as his tongue tangles with mine.

There’s a mild taste of mint, but mostly, he tastes like sex.

Like a good fucking time.

Like the best decision I’ve made in a long time.

His hand tightens in my hair.

And I smile against his lips as I drag my nails down his sides.

There’s no space between us.

But I want to feel every inch of him.

I want to press my palms against his abs.

Because this man has abs .

I try to slide my hands between us.

Luther lets go of my hair, and I think he’s going to step back, to let me touch him.

But he slaps his hands down against my ass.

The sting is minimal, even though the sound is loud.

“Luther!” I gasp.

Instead of replying, he closes his mouth down on my neck, right where it meets my shoulder.

As his teeth graze my skin, he palms my ass with both hands.

My ass is big.

And so are his hands.

I moan.

“You can call me Luther.” His tongue drags across my skin, soothing his bite. “Or you can call me something else. Either way, you’re mine for the night, Kendra Doll.”

And then he slides his hand down, wedging his grip between my legs.

My blood sizzles.

My arms reach up.

And he lifts me.

My thighs part.

My legs wrap around his waist.

I hold him around the neck.

And I revel in his strength.

I don’t think anyone has picked me up as an adult.

Then, as I flex my legs around his hips, I feel it.

His arousal.

His hardness.

Pressing against me.

Right. There.

Right where I need him.

He pulls me in tighter, grinding his dick against my center.

“Oh god.” I rock my hips.

It’s so good.

He feels so good.

And I’m so turned on.

He uses his grip to rock me faster.

Rougher.

And the friction.

The two layers of underwear between us.

It only amplifies it.

And…

Oh shit.

I…

I dig my nails into his back and bury my face in his shoulder.

“Fuck,” Luther growls into my hair. “Are you that ready for me, Baby? Are you gonna come for me? Just like this?”

I open my mouth to answer, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m nearing the cliff at a sprint.

It’s too soon.

Too fast.

But it’s been so long.

And he feels so good.

My lips press against his bare skin, and I breathe.

I just breathe as this man bounces me in his hold, rubbing his cock against my clit.

I arch into it.

I trust him not to drop me.

I…

One of his hands slides farther between my legs.

One of his fingers rubs against my entrance, over my panties.

He applies pressure.

I soak the material.

He pulls my panties to the side.

“Let go.” A finger pushes inside me. “Come for Daddy.”

I tip over the edge.

His finger shoves in deeper.

I shake.

He curses.

A second finger joins the first.

I cry. Or scream.

And then I’m falling.

Literally falling.

And I don’t even tense.

My back hits the mattress, and Luther lands on top of me.

His arm is still under me. His fingers are still buried in my pussy. And his cock is still pressed against me, the pressure enough for another jolt of pleasure to rock through me.

“God damn,” he grits out, then his mouth is on mine again.

He drags his fingers out of me and around my hip, leaving a damp trail on my skin.

I whimper at the loss.

He swallows the sound.

Then he’s gone.

His weight leaving me completely.

My eyes snap open, and I see him kneeling between my thighs.

“Hips up.” He grips the waistband of my underwear.

Following his command is harder than it should be because I still feel shaky, but I manage.

He drags the material down my legs, and his nostrils flare.

Luther shifts backward, climbing off the bed as he goes.

He drops my panties to the floor and slowly pushes his boxer briefs down. “Take your tits out. I want to suck on them while I’m fucking you.”

If I wasn’t so focused on his striptease, I’d let my eyes roll back at his words.

My bra is soft. Just enough material to keep the girls in place. And I don’t feel like struggling to unhook the band while lying in bed. So, I reach up and push the straps off my shoulders, then pull my arms free.

The material is still covering my breasts.

And his boxer briefs are still covering his cock.

“I’ll show you when you show me,” I pant.

I watch his tongue push against the inside of his cheek.

Then he slides his hand down and grips his cock.

He strokes it.

The material can’t accommodate him.

It’s straining.

Finally. Fucking finally. He stretches the waistband and pulls his dick free.

My core clenches.

It’s perfect.

Thick and straight, and I need it inside me.

I pull the front of my bra down, freeing my tits.

“Play with them.” He drops his boxer briefs to the floor and climbs back on the bed.

I press my tits together.

My thumbs and forefingers pinch my nipples. Rolling the tight nubs.

“I’m gonna fuck those tits.” He roughly strokes himself again. “I’ll fuck this tight little pussy first. Make you come on my cock. Then I’m putting my dick between those tits, and I’m gonna come all over your neck.”

I pinch my nipples harder. “Yes, please.”

“In three minutes.”

I blink. “Wh-what?”

Luther releases his grip on his cock and bends forward. “Watch the clock, Kendra. Tell me when the time’s up.”

“I don’t—” Luther drops his mouth to my pussy in an open-mouth kiss.

The sensation has my back arching, lifting off the mattress.

A muscled arm drops across my lower belly, holding me down.

His mouth doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t stop.

His tongue presses inside me. Then drags up my slit.

When he reaches my clit, his lips close around the bundle of nerves. And he sucks.

My body can’t stay still. But Luther doesn’t let me move.

His arm presses down harder. Holding me in place as I writhe.

And it’s…

His other arm hooks around my thigh and pulls it away from the side of his head, spreading me open.

“What’s the time?” he asks against my flesh.

Who can read a clock at a time like this?

He drags his tongue roughly over my clit. “Time, Kendra.”

“I… I don’t know.” I tug at my nipples. “I didn’t look.”

He makes a sound of disapproval. “Brat.” Then he licks me again.

And again.

Lower.

The tip of his tongue touches that spot . Grazing over my ass before dragging up the length of my core.

When he reaches my clit again, I think I might come.

I let go of my tits and reach down to grip his hair.

Lifting my head off the mattress, I look down and find him looking up.

With my hands in his hair, his tongue extended, twirling around my bundle of nerves, and his gaze locked on mine, I forget what I was going to say.

My breathing picks up.

My legs start to tremble.

And then Luther raises his head, breaking the contact between us.

“No, don’t stop. I’ll be good.” I try to push his head back down. “I’ll count the minutes. I promise.”

His lips glisten as he smirks at me, his head not budging, no matter how hard I try to shove him back down.

“I don’t think you will.” He pushes himself up, forcing me to let go of his hair, and sits back on his knees.

“Plus, I told you that your second orgasm would happen with my dick stuffed inside you.”

I look down between us, and yes, I’m okay with that.

Luther reaches for a pillow, and with a hand under my ass, he lifts me and shoves the pillow under my hips.

Raising me to just the right height.

I drop my knees open.

“You’re soaking wet. But I still need you to relax.” Luther rubs a hand across my lower belly.

The touch is warm and gentle. And even though I’m ready to burst again, I do as he says. My muscles softening.

I lift my head to watch as he lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance.

He’s thick.

Wide.

Luther lets out a low groan as he pushes the head inside me.

And the stretch is immediate.

Then he drops forward, catching his weight on one hand while the other stays between us. Only he’s not rubbing softly anymore.

His palm is just above my pussy. And he’s pressing down.

The pressure has my eyes meeting his.

He holds my gaze for a heartbeat. “Not gentle.”

Then he slams forward. Filling me with his entire length in one thrust.

I arch my neck and claw at his shoulders.

And he doesn’t give me any time.

Luther drags his cock out and shoves it back in.

Over and over.

And his hand keeps pressing down on my belly.

And… god… I feel him everywhere.

I feel so full.

I feel like my entire insides are filled with him.

I feel like I’m about to come even quicker than the first time.

“You there, Baby?” Luther grunts above me.

I nod.

I’m so close.

I’ve never felt like this.

Never been so bossed around.

Never gotten off so quickly.

“Feed me one.” His voice is so rough I barely understand him.

I blink up into Luther’s hooded eyes.

He nods to my chest.

Then I remember his words from earlier.

I want to suck on them while I’m fucking you.

I drop my hand from his shoulder and grip my breast.

He lowers his head. And when his lips close around my nipple, my entire body clenches.

He moans against my flesh, sucking harder.

The sight is vulgar.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

And it’s only for tonight.

I reach up with my free hand and grip his hair, trying to breathe as his cock continues to pump in and out of me.

He hums.

And I fight to breathe. “Do I taste good, Daddy?”

He bites my nipple.

His hips pound into me. Harder.

His cock stretches me more with every thrust.

Then the hand on my belly shifts.

And his fingers are back on my clit.

His lips suck my nipple.

His dick pushes into me.

And I combust.

An orgasm stronger than the one before it rolls through me.

I try to wrap my arms around Luther, but he’s leaning back. Out of my reach.

My body shudders.

He strums my clit again.

And just when it’s about to be too sensitive, his hands leave my body.

Luther pulls all the way out and shoves my legs down.

My strength gives out, and my legs drop.

“Push ’em together.” Luther crawls up my body, and I do as he says.

I push my breasts together.

His cock is slippery from being inside me, and it slides between my tits easily.

Luther groans. And I watch in awe as he moves above me.

His body is defined.

His muscles bunch and flex with every thrust.

I want to drag my nails through his chest hair.

I want to do so much with this man.

One night might not be enough.

I lift my eyes. And meet his.

He’s watching me.

He’s fucking my tits, watching me as I stare at his incredible body.

He holds my gaze and shoves his hips forward as far as they’ll go.

And I tip my head forward, lowering my chin to my chest and opening my mouth.

“Fuck,” he growls as he pushes his hips forward a little farther, and I close my lips around the head of his cock.

He reaches down and twines his fingers in my hair, close to the scalp.

The pressure is perfection.

“You want to swallow, Kendra Doll? Is that what you want?”

It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.

But I want to try.

So I open and let him slide out of my mouth. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Christ,” he growls and rocks his hips, shoving his tip back between my lips. “Where’d you fucking come from?” His cock nearly leaves my mouth with every thrust.

I hum.

He shifts his grip on my hair until his palm is against the back of my head. Holding me in place. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.” His movements are getting choppy. I know he’s close. I’m so ready for him to be close. “Now be my good girl and start swallowing.”

My body is still buzzing, and his deep voice dances over my bare skin.

And I swallow.

His abs contract, and his shoulders hunch forward.

And I keep swallowing as his cock pulses against my tongue.

I don’t think about what I’m doing.

I don’t hesitate.

I just suck and watch him lose control.

And the sounds he makes…

I’m taking those with me.

I’m remembering them forever.

The hand behind my head flexes, pulling my hair, then it disappears, and I collapse, boneless, against the mattress.

Wow.

“Fucking hell, woman,” Luther half pants, half groans.

My chest is heaving as Luther drops down beside me.

And while we lie there, struggling for oxygen, I smile at the ceiling.

Because what a fucking night.