Page 23 of Mountain Daddy

Kendra’s gaze drops to the front of my pants.

I leave my jeans open and work on my flannel.

When I undo the last button on my shirt, she lifts her gaze from my waistband.

And her mouth opens.

Her voice is a whisper. “Fuck me.”

“I plan to.” I shrug the shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. “Take your clothes off, Doll. Now.”

Her eyes stay on my chest and mine stay on hers as she grips the bottom of her tank top and pulls it up over her head.

I groan.

God willing, tonight, twenty years from now, I’m going to smother myself with those tits.

I’ll die a happy, horny man.

Kendra’s fingers fumble with her shorts.

“Relax, Baby.” I make a shushing sound. “Just do as I tell you and relax.”

Her chest rises and falls with a breath, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

I shove my jeans down my hips at the same time she pushes her shorts down.

Her white panties match her white bra. But they’re so thin I can see the outline of her pussy lips just as easily as I can see the outline of her beaded nipples.

I palm myself through my boxer briefs. “Are you nervous because I’m someone new, or do you want to stop?”

Her eyes snap up and meet mine. “I don’t want to stop. It’s just, you’re…” She takes a step toward me, leaving her shorts on the floor. “So hot. And it’s been… a while.”

The corner of my mouth pulls up. “Not sure anyone’s called me hot before.”

She huffs out a breath. “Maybe not to your face. But they’ve thought it.”

I hum. “As for it being… a while.” I take a step closer to her. “Does that mean you’d like me to be gentle?”

“No.” Kendra shakes her head. “No, that’s not what I want.”

I grin. “That’s my girl.”

Two more strides and I close the distance between us.

I reach for her as she reaches for me.

My palms frame her face. Her hands grip my bare sides.

Her hands are still cool to the touch, and it sends a shiver up my spine.

I love it. Because I know what my purpose is.

Heat her up.

Using my hold on her face, I tilt her head back. And I drop my mouth to hers.

Our eyes close as our lips meet. And we groan.