Page 75 of Bossy Mountain Daddies
Buck breaks the silence, stepping toward me. "Been thinking about this since you first walked into the bar," he murmurs, his large hands framing my face.
His mouth covers mine, and I melt into him, opening for his tongue. Then Ford is behind me, his hands sliding under my shirt, skimming up my sides. Griff moves to my side, his lips finding my neck.
I'm surrounded, every sense on overdrive. Buck's kiss, Ford's hands, Griff's mouth—they create a circle of pleasure that makes my legs feel like they’re going to give out. Someone—Ford, I think—pulls my shirt over my head. Buck unclasps my bra while Griff's hands unbutton my shorts, pushing them down my legs.
I stand before them in nothing but the lacy underwear, feeling powerful under their hungry gazes.
"Beautiful," Griff says, his voice husky. "So fucking beautiful."
They undress quickly, and I drink in the sight of them—three very different but equally magnificent male bodies. Buck, big and broad with that sleeve of tattoos. Ford, leaner but still muscular, his cock impressively thick. Griff, solid and strong, his salt-and-pepper hair dusting his chest.
They guide me to the bed, laying me in the center. Ford kisses me deeply while Buck moves between my legs, sliding my underwear off before burying his face between my thighs. Griff kneels beside my head, his hand in my hair, his cock hard against my cheek. I turn to take him in my mouth, and he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.
It's overwhelming in the best possible way—Buck's tongue working magic on my clit, Ford's mouth on mine, the weight of Griff's cock on my tongue. Every nerve ending fires at once, my body a conduit for pure sensation.
"I need to be inside you," Ford says, his voice strained with desire.
They rearrange me, gentle but purposeful. Ford lies on his back, and they position me over him. Buck hands him a condom, which he rolls on quickly. Then I'm sinking down, taking him inside me inch by delicious inch, my back arching at the incredible fullness.
"That's it," Ford encourages, his hands on my hips. "Take all of me."
Behind me, I feel Buck's presence, his hands spreading me wider. "Is this okay?" he asks, his finger circling my other entrance.
"Yes," I breathe, surprising myself with how much I want this. I’ve never donethatbefore—never been interested in trying.
He takes his time, using lube to prepare me carefully. When he finally presses forward, the slight burn gives way to an intense pleasure I've never experienced. I'm stretched impossibly full, Ford beneath me, Buck behind me, both inside me at once.
They start to move in tandem, finding a rhythm that has me crying out with each thrust. Then Griff is there, kneeling in front of me, his cock level with my mouth. I take him eagerly, completing the circle, filled completely by all three of them.
My chest heaving with every thrust that drives me closer to the edge. I can feel them—every inch of them—moving inside me with a rhythm that makes my pussy clench around Ford’s cock like a vice. My nails dig into his shoulders, and that seems to spur him on even more.
“Fuck, Skye,” Buck growls, his voice rough and strained, like he’s barely holding it together. His hips slap against my ass, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Ford grunts, his hands gripping my hips hard. “I can’t—I can’t stop. You feel too fucking good.”
I moan, my head falling back as I arch into him, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock with every thrust. I’m so close—so fucking close—but I don’t want it to end. I want to stay here, suspended in this torturous bliss.
Griff’s cock almost chokes me and I have to unwrap my mouth from around him. “Don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop. I need—I need?—”
Buck doesn’t let me finish, cutting me off with a deep thrust. His hands roam my body, rough and possessive, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.
“You gonna come for me, Skye?” Ford murmurs against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You gonna let me feel that pretty little pussy squeeze me dry?”
I whimper, my legs trembling as the pressure builds inside me, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. His cock hits that perfect spot inside me, over and over, until I think I’m going to lose my mind.
“Yes,” I choke out, my voice breaking as I teeter on the edge. “Please—God, please?—”
My body trembles, suspended on the edge of the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. Ford's hand slides between us, finding my clit, and that's all it takes. I come spectacularly, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain, rippling through every cell in my body.
My orgasm triggers theirs—first Ford, then Buck, finally Griff who is now stroking his own cock, each of them finding their release in and on me. We collapse together, all out of breath with sweat-slicked skin pressed against skin.
"Holy shit," I finally manage, my voice hoarse.
Buck laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest against my back. "Yeah, that about sums it up."
We lie there for a while, catching our breath, hands lazily stroking whatever skin they can reach. Eventually, we separate, cleaning up in the luxurious bathroom with its rainfall shower big enough for all of us.
Later, wrapped in the plush robe provided by the rental, I sit at the kitchen island watching Buck work his magic. He chops vegetables, stirs sauces, and checks the temperature of the steaks he's searing.
