Page 75 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Kendra

Luther’s groan rumbles through me as I stretch around him.

It was so much, so fast. But I’m so wet that he slid right in.

I use what’s left of my strength to lift my hips, then I drop back down.

I squeeze my core around his length.

Luther curses. Grips my hips. And his fingers dig into my flesh as he rocks me in his lap.

I brace my free hand against Luther’s chest to hold myself up, then with the hand that’s still down between us, I reach for my clit.

The first brush has my body tensing.

Luther grunts as he rocks me rougher.

“You ready, Baby?”

“I’m ready, Daddy.” I’m practically crying.

He slides one of his hands around to my ass.

And then his finger is there again. Rubbing. Circling.

I roll my hips.

“Wait for me.” He thrusts his hips up below me, shoving deeper. “You wait for me.”

The tip of his finger pushes into me.

I tense.

And he starts to pulse inside me.

Pleasure explodes around me.

And I lean forward, sealing my mouth over his, as I come.