Page 117 of Mountain Daddy

“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.

Chapter 71

Luther

I tugthe material down her hips.

I can’t help myself.

I need to see more of her.

All of her.

I smooth my hands over her perfect ass cheeks.

I dig my fingers into the soft flesh.

I grip her. And I spread her.

She makes another sound.

I let go of one cheek and spank it.