Page 71 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

My body is thrumming .

I’m so primed.

I’ve never come just from nipple play, but I was fucking close.

My fingers sink into the soft fur rug.

The chair creaks, signaling Luther adjusting his position.

“Spread your knees.”

Every one of his commands sends a pulse of heat between my legs.

I shift my knees wider.

Fabric shifts.

Then a palm is pressing up between my legs.

I jump at the contact.

But a second hand lands on the center of my back, keeping me in place.

“Hold fucking still.” His voice is strained.

I focus on breathing.

Focus on not moving.

Luther must be on the edge of his seat, leaning forward.

The pressure increases on my back as the palm between my legs cups my sex.

He rubs.

He moves his hand forward and back, rubbing me through my thin shorts.

Luther lets out a sound like a tortured moan at the same time one of his fingers presses harder, wedging the thin fabric between my pussy lips.

He wiggles his finger.

I try to arch into his hold.

The hand on my back disappears, then smacks down on my ass cheek.

It’s not too hard. It’s just hard enough.

I moan.

“Quiet.” He spanks me again.

I bite my tongue to keep from moaning again as his hand soothes circles against my ass.

The hand between my legs slides back and away.

I pull in a breath. Ready for his next command.

But he doesn’t say anything.

Instead, he pulls my shorts down.