Page 163 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

“Luther,” my wife hisses.

“Nah, Baby.” I lower the tailgate of the truck. “Take off your shirt and call me Daddy.”

She shakes her head, but she can’t hide her smile. “You’re bad, Daddy.”

Then she proves she likes me bad because she grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head.

I drag my tongue across my lip. Her tits look delicious in that thin white bra.

“Pants.”

She reaches for her jeans. “What if we get caught?” she asks as she pulls her zipper down.

I start to unbutton my shirt. “I called in a report of illegal hunters. On the other side of the park.”

Kendra pauses, then laughs as she shoves her pants down her legs. “You’re going to end up with a fine when they catch you.”

I think about all the money I’ve already given this park and figure I’ve already paid my dues.

Then she steps out of her shoes and jeans and stands before me in nothing but her bra and panties. And the sun glistening off her skin is the only thing I’m left thinking about.

The surprisingly warm day turned out to be the perfect opportunity to give Kendra the outdoor sexy time I promised her months ago.

We’ll get even more outdoor sexy time next month when we take our honeymoon in the tropics, but for now…

She tucks her fingers into the band of her thong, but I shake my head. “Leave it on.”

I throw my shirt to the ground.

I undo my jeans. But before I can shove them down, Kendra places her palms on my bare stomach. “Let me do it.”

As she drags her fingernails down my abs, she lowers to her knees.

Looking up at me, she parts her lips in that way I like.

I grip her hair, tilting her head back farther. “Undress me.”

She curls her fingers around the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugs them and my jeans down.

My cock is painfully hard and bobs free, inches from her face.

She releases my pants, and they drop to my ankles. “What now, Daddy?”

“Now you practice for our honeymoon, Wife.” Using my hold of her hair, I tip her face forward until her lips are level with my dick. “Open your mouth.”

She does as she’s told. And when her lips wrap around the head of my cock, I groan.

She sucks.

She licks.

She moans.

And I work myself deeper.

“Such a good wife.” I drag her mouth off my length.

Kendra blinks up at me with tears of lust on her lashes.

Then she smirks. And I notice the hand between her legs.

My smile is full of teeth. “Good wife, but what a slutty little girl. And slutty girls don’t get fucked in the back of a truck.” I loosen my hold on her hair and drag my hand around to the front of her throat. “They get fucked on the ground. In the grass.” I release her. “Get on all fours.”

She pulls her fingers free of her panties, and they shine in the sun as she turns and reaches for the ground.

I drop to my knees behind her.

My feet are still trapped in my jeans, but I’m not taking the time to remove them.

I pat the inside of her thigh, and Kendra widens her stance.

I slide a finger up her slit, feeling the soaked fabric. “Eyes open.” I pull the fabric aside. “Mouth shut.”

Kendra moans.

She can’t hide how much she loves following orders.

And—gripping my dick—I can’t hide how much I love giving them.

I line my cock up with her entrance.

“Ready?” I grit my teeth.

My wife nods.

My fingers dig into the soft skin of her hips. Then I pull her back as I thrust forward, filling her.

And I’m not gentle.

My head falls back as her heat surrounds me.

And we aren’t quiet.

We’re loud.

Our moans fill the forest.

The sound of my hand connecting with her ass echoes through the valley.

And when I reach around. When I rub her clit. When she clenches her core around me. I fill my wife to the brim as she cries my name.

Ten minutes later, I pull the truck up to the public restrooms near the visitor center at the entrance of the state park.

“I’ll just be a minute.” Kendra opens her door as soon as I stop.

“No hurry, Baby.”

She grins at me before she slides out of the truck and shuffles across the sidewalk.

If I were a good husband, I would’ve pulled out and come in the grass.

But knowing that I’m dripping out of her always fills me with too much smugness to do it any other way.

Deciding I could probably stand to wash my hands, I turn off the engine and climb out of my truck.

The brick building looks new. The sign mounted to the wall designating it as the Public Restroom is shiny.

And there’s another sign below it. More of a plaque.

I step closer so I can read the stamped metal plate.

Building dedicated to Rocky and his Buddy.

I stare at it.

Then I shake my head.

Fucker.

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