Page 73 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

He…

Holy shit.

Oh my god.

Holy fuck.

My body tenses.

My pussy pulses.

And Luther spanks my ass again.

I clench.

He spanks me again.

“Relax.” His fingers keep rubbing me… there. “Have you ever taken a dick here, Baby Doll? Have you ever had your ass filled?”

I shake my head.

I shake my head again.

This. This is why you date experienced men.

None of my exes have ever so much as hinted at wanting to…

The tip of his finger presses into me.

“Words.”

I open my mouth, but he pushes his finger deeper.

His other hand spanks me again. And this time, when my body reacts, squeezing my muscles around him, it’s more intense.

He doesn’t go deeper.

But he jiggles his finger.

And this time, my body tenses for a different reason.

I’m going to come.

Is that even possible?

“I’ve never…” I pant. “I’m going to…”

His hand stills.

“You don’t get to come yet, Brat.” He pulls his fingertip free from my body. “Turn around.”

Staying on all fours, with my shorts around my thighs, I shuffle around to face him.

I’m so close to losing it that a breeze against my clit will probably be enough to get me off.

And I don’t know how to feel about it.

I’m buzzing.

My body is lit up.

But my nerves are frazzled.

I’m frustrated.

My nipples ache.

My clit aches.

And now even my ass feels empty.

I lift my gaze to Luther’s.

I’m finally understanding this punishment thing.

His eyes are fiery but full of understanding.

“You’re doing so well.”

His praise caresses me. And I take a full breath of air.

He’s shirtless now. His flannel on the ground beside the chair.

“Shorts off.”

Keeping my gaze on his, I shift onto my knees and shimmy my shorts down, lifting one knee at a time until I can toss them to the side.

He wipes his finger clean on the thigh of his jeans as he watches me.

When I’m completely naked, Luther leans back in his chair. “Take my pants off.”

I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.”

My pulse jumps as I reach out and grip the top of his jeans.

Then, looking up into his eyes, I work my fingers under the band of his boxer briefs, pausing, waiting for permission to pull them off with his jeans.

Luther dips his chin as he sets his hands on the armrests.

He lifts his hips, helping me.

His cock is tenting the front of his jeans, and when I work the material down, it jerks free.

My mouth waters.

But he hasn’t told me what to do. So I pull his pants the rest of the way off, then sit back.

Wearing absolutely nothing, he spreads his knees. “Closer.”

I move closer.

“Hands on my thighs.”

I’m trembling as I do what he says, my palms pressing down on his muscled thighs.

“You’re going to suck my cock.”

Electricity sparkles across my skin, and I lean forward.

His hand leaves the armrest, snapping out to grip me by the throat. “I didn’t say to start.”

I swallow, his fingers feeling like fire against my skin.

I’m so fucking primed I’m about to start rubbing myself against him.

Rub my nipples against his knees. Grind my pussy against his fucking shin.

I don’t even care what part of him gets me off. I just need it.

Now.

I whimper.

He leans forward, bending down.

I think he’s going to kiss me.

My eyes start to close.

His thumb presses against the side of my throat, and my eyes open again.

He’s inches away.

“You’re going to suck my cock,” he repeats.

“You’re not going to touch yourself. You’re going to work your mouth on my dick until I’m ready to come.

Then, when I tell you to, you’re going to climb up here, straddle my lap, and swallow my cock with that sweet slit.

” He leans in closer. “And when I’m filling you, that’s when you can come.

And that’s when you can kiss me.” He releases my neck and leans back. “Start.”