Page 60 of Bossy Mountain Daddies
"Remind me to thank her if I ever meet her," I murmur.
He chuckles. "I doubt that’ll happen. She's in Tibet now, studying with monks."
"Of course she is," I laugh softly. "Everyone in your past sounds fascinating."
I turn toward him and he kisses me gently. I answer by deepening the kiss, my hands sliding up to frame his face. He tastes like wine and basil.
We make our way to his bedroom, where I quickly undress. His sheets are soft against my bare skin as he lays me down, his eyes never leaving mine.
His hands are everywhere, mapping my body like he’s memorizing every curve. His lips trail down my neck, making my pulse race. I feels his teeth graze my collarbone, nipping lightly, and I arch into him, eager for more.
He’s not rushing, though. He’s taking his time, savoring every inch of me, and it’s such a fucking turn on.
His lips move down my chest, circling my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, holding him there like I’m afraid he’ll stop. He doesn’t though. Instead, he switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, his hand cupping the first one, squeezing and rolling it between his fingers.
Ford’s hand slips lower, tracing the curve of my hip, dipping into the softness of my belly before sliding between my legs. He pauses, his fingers just brushing against me, and I whimper, begging without words.
He slowly kisses his way down my stomach. His fingers finally press against my pussy and I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. But Ford definitely doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he groans, low and throaty, like he’s the one being pleasured.
He drags a finger through my slickness, circling my clit over and over again with just the right amount of pressure.
His mouth follows his hand, his tongue replacing his finger as he licks me like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. My moans fill the room, loud and unfiltered. His tongue flicks against my clit, fast and relentless, and I grab the sheets, twisting them in my fists as I writhe beneath him.
Ford’s cock is pressing against my thigh now, thick and heavy, and I can feel the heat of it even through my jeans. I reach for him, fumbling with his belt, but he catches my hand, pinning it above my head. “Not yet,” he growls, his voice rough, and I almost come just from the sound of it. He’s in complete control.
His mouth moves lower, his tongue sliding inside me, and I bite my lip. He’s relentless, fucking me with his tongue, his nose pressed against my clit, and now I’m gasping, begging, and pleading for more. He adds a finger, then two, and I’m gone,collapsing into his touch as I come hard, my body trembling with the force of it.
Ford keeps going, licking and sucking until I’m squirming, oversensitive but still craving more. Finally, he pulls back, his chin wet with my juices, and it’s so damn hot.
He stands, stripping off his clothes with a slow, deliberate ease, and my eyes zero in on his cock. It’s huge, thicker than I expected, and I feel a jolt of anticipation mixed with a hint of fear. After rolling on a condom, he kneels between my legs, his hands on my hips, holding me still as he lines himself up.
“Be gentle with me—you’re huge.”
He smirks at me. “Aw, I’m not so big.”
“The hell you’re not,” I reply. “And you know it.”
He smirks again as he pushes in slowly, inch by torturous inch, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. It’s tight, almost painful, but then he’s fully inside me, and the pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching pleasure.
He stills, giving me time to adjust. “You good?” he murmurs, and I nod, my breath catching in my throat. He pulls out, then thrusts back in, and I moan, as he starts a slow, steady rhythm.
Ford’s hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, gripping my hips, threading through my hair, and I’m completely lost in him.
His cock stretches me, fills me entirely, and every thrust sends sparks through my body. I clench around him, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he picks up the pace. I’m right there with him, teetering on the edge.
One of his hands slips between us, his fingers finding my clit again and it sends a jolt through my body.
"Stay with me," he murmurs against my lips as I begin to come apart. "I want to see you."
I come hard, my body convulsing around his cock, and he swears, his thrusts growing erratic as his own orgasm starts toemerge. He buries himself deep inside me, his hips stuttering as he comes, his moans muffled against my neck.
We stay like that, tangled together, breathless and shaking, until he finally rolls off me. He pulls me close to him and I put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.
"I've been thinking about what you said," I say into the quiet. "About writing my own story now."
"Yea?" His voice is soft.
"I think I needed to hear that. With everything that's happened, I've felt like life was happening to me, not because of me."
