Page 65 of Bossy Mountain Daddies
Buck moves up to the top of the bed, his cock brushing my lips, and I don’t hesitate—I take him deep, sucking him like my life depends on it. His groan encourages me to keep going. His fingers tighten in my hair as I hollow my cheeks. I bob my head up and down his cock, tasting salty pre-cum on my tongue.
Then Griff pushes into me, one brutal thrust that steals my breath. I moan around Buck’s dick, my body stretching to take Griff, every inch of him splitting me open. He doesn’t give me time to adjust—just starts fucking me hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass, each thrust driving me further onto Buck’s cock.
I feel my pussy clenching around Griff’s dick like I’m trying to milk him dry. All I can hear is the sounds of skin on skin, and deep, filthy moans.
Buck looks at my mouth and growls, “Look at you—taking us both like you’ve done this a million times.” Then he shoves his cock in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Griff’s grip on my hips tightens, his pace quickening.
Every nerve in my body is lit up like a Christmas tree. Buck’s fingers twist in my hair, Griff’s nails dig into my skin, and I’m close, so fucking close?—
Then Griff’s hand snakes around, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing circles, and I finally give in to my release. My scream is muffled by Buck’s cock as I come, my pussy spasming around Griff, my whole body shaking.
Griff groans, his thrusts turning erratic, and Buck’s grip turns punishing as he fucks my face. Then they’re both coming—Griff filling me up, Buck spilling down my throat—and I swallow every last drop, my body still trembling between them.
Oh my fucking god.
I collapse onto the bed, boneless, wrecked, and thoroughly satiated. I almost feel delirious from the pleasure.
Buck brushes my sweat-dampened hair from my face as I try to catch my breath. "Holy shit," I gasp, my voice raspy. "That was..."
"Incredible," Griff finishes for me, stretching out beside me on the bed. His chest rises and falls rapidly, skin glistening with sweat.
I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. "Yeah. Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it."
Buck chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest against my back. "You're amazing, Skye. The way you took both of us..."
"I had no idea I could do that," I admit. "It felt so good. Like my whole body was on fire."
Griff's fingers move lightly up and down my stomach. "The sounds you made..."
"Pretty sure everyone in Flounder Ridge heard you," Buck teases, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
"Ha! It’s not like the two of you were exactly quiet," I tease, burying my face in Griff’s chest.
They both laugh, and I feel their bodies shaking against mine. It's strange how comfortable this feels—the three of us tangled together, sweaty and satisfied. No awkwardness, no regrets. Just the afterglow.
"I've never felt anything like that before," I confess, turning to look at both of them. "The way you worked together, and followed each other's rhythms," I finish.
I nestle between them, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. The weight of their bodies on either side of me feels like a type of protection against everything outside this room—Daniel's cruel posts, my uncertain future, all of it temporarily held at bay by this cocoon of warmth.
"I never thought I'd be the kind of woman who could do this," I admit, staring up at the ceiling. "Be with two men at once. But it felt so right."
"That's because it was right," Buck murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. "For all of us."
Griff's hand finds mine, his calloused fingers threading through mine. "No regrets?"
"None," I say firmly, squeezing his hand.
We lie there for a moment, the only sound our breathing gradually returning to normal.
"I hate to ruin this moment," Buck says finally, his voice soft in the darkness, "but I should probably head out. Got that food delivery coming at six."
I turn to face him. "You don't have to go. You could stay and just set an alarm."
He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Trust me, if I stay, I won't be getting any sleep. Not with you looking like this." His eyes travel down my naked body, and I feel myself flush under his gaze.
Griff props himself up on one elbow. "I'll make sure she doesn't get lonely."
Buck laughs. "I'm counting on it." He reluctantly disentangles himself from us and stands, gathering his clothes from the floor.
