Page 70 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

She stops at my feet.

And I make her wait for the next command.

I make her wait because I’m having trouble forming words.

Because she’s on the floor. She’s at my mercy. But it still feels like she holds all the power.

Because she does.

She always will.

But… I know my girl. And I know she wants this as much as I do.

“Sit up and take your top off.”

Kendra pulls in a shaky breath, then she sits back on her heels.

As she reaches for her skimpy top, I undo the buttons on my shirt.

Her tits bounce as they’re freed from the material, and she drops the top to the floor.

Her hands move to the waistband of her shorts, but I shake my head.

She freezes in place.

“Play with your tits.”

Kendra slides her hands up her sides until she’s cupping her breasts.

She cups them. Squeezes them. She pinches her nipples.

My cock throbs, but after letting my shirt fall open, I grip the armrests of my chair.

I’m here for the show.

“Does that feel good?” I grit out.

Kendra nods with a moan.

“Use your words.”

“It feels good.” She presses her tits together while still rolling her nipples between her fingers. “But I want your hands?—”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted.” I grip the armrests harder.

She bites down on her lip, and her eyes start to close.

“Stop.”

She stills.

“Hands down.”

Kendra drops her hands to her sides, but I watch her fingers twitch, like she wants to touch herself more.

“Are you wet?”

She nods. “So wet.”

“Try that again.”

She blinks at me, those pretty green eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I’m so wet, Daddy.”

I flex my jaw.

I’m going to blow the second she fucking touches me.

“Turn around.” My voice is gravel.

Kendra shifts around until her back is to me.

“Hands on the floor.”

Like a good little girl, she bends forward onto all fours.