Page 96 of Bossy Mountain Daddies
Buck strips and takes his place immediately, his large frame hovering above me as he positions himself between my legs. He enters me in one smooth thrust that makes my back arch off the chair.
"Missed you so fucking much," he grunts, his pace already faster, more urgent than Ford's. His hands grip my hips, liftingme slightly to change the angle. The new position hits something inside me that feels so fucking good.
Griff moves to stand by my head, his hand replacing Buck's in my hair. I turn my face to him, taking his cock in my mouth as Buck continues to drive into me. The dual sensation—Buck between my legs, Griff in my mouth—pushes me quickly toward the edge again.
Buck moves his hand between us and he begins circling my clit with a lazy, maddening rhythm. He’s enjoying watching me squirm, my hips bucking against his hand, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
“You want to come so bad, don’t you, baby?” His voice is low. His thumb presses harder, just enough to make my clit throb, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.
“I need it.” My voice is trembling, weak, betraying how desperate I am for him to just let me come.
“I could fucking make you come right now if I wanted to,” he says, his tone taunting. I’m so close. I can feel it building in my core, this tight, delicious pressure that’s teetering on the edge of explosion. My thighs are shaking, my fingers clawing at the chair cushion.
But then—just like that—he stops. I let out a frustrated groan, my hips jerking instinctively, chasing his touch.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice rough with arousal, and then he’s thrusting deep into me again, his cock stretching me wide, filling me so completely that I can’t help but moan. He’s fucking me slow, deliberately, his hips rocking against mine, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every stroke.
I grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, and he grunts, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his pace quickening just a little, just enough to make me whimper.
But he still won’t let me come. He’s holding back, fucking me with this controlled rhythm that’s driving me insane. I can feel my orgasm building again, this time even stronger than before, my toes curling, but he’s still teasing me, still dragging it out.
And then, finally, he lets go. His hips slam into mine, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes, his release pulsing into me, hot and thick. I’m shaking, so close I can taste it, but he pulls out before I can finish, leaving me trembling on the edge.
Griff moves into position and his eyes lock with mine as he enters me, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. His rhythm is steady, controlled, his hands firm on my body.
"Don’t leave us again, baby," he says, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "You belong here. With us."
His fingers trace the curve of my hip, rough and possessive, before sliding down to my thigh and pulling my leg over his shoulder. I gasp as he spreads me wide, leaving me exposed and trembling. His eyes burn into mine, dark and hungry.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. His thumb brushes my clit, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. I whimper, arching into his touch, but he pulls away, leaving me desperate and aching. “Not yet, baby. You’re gonna earn it.”
He reaches down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak until I’m squirming beneath him. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my nails digging into his back.
“Rub your clit,” he orders, his voice low and commanding. My hand trembles as I obey, circling my swollen clit in time with his thrusts. He’s so deep inside me, and each stroke hits that sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I can feel myself tightening around him, my orgasm building like a freight train.
“That’s it, Skye,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “Be a good girl for me.” His hips snap against mine, driving me closer to the edge. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
Finally, I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, so intense it feels like my soul is being torn from my body. My hips are bucking wildly as he keeps fucking me, prolonging the bliss until I’m begging him to stop. But he doesn’t. He keeps going, his thrusts relentless, until I’m crying out again, my body convulsing with pleasure as my second orgasm hits even harder than the first.
Griff grips my hips as he pounds into me, his own release building. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his cum filling me as he comes with a guttural groan. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting like we just ran a marathon.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my neck, before pressing a kiss to my lips. I shiver, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
We lie there under the stars, our breathing gradually slowing, our bodies cooling in the night air. I feel hands on me—stroking my hair, my arm, my thigh—though in the pleasant haze of afterglow, I'm not sure whose is whose. It doesn't matter. They're all mine, and I am theirs.
Later, we migrate inside to Ford's living room, the plush sectional easily accommodating all four of us. I'm wrapped in one of Ford's soft throw blankets, my naked body still humming with pleasure.
Buck returns from the kitchen with four glasses of water, passing them around before settling beside me. Griff sits on my other side, while Ford sits on the end. The comfortable silence between us feels like a warm embrace, but there are things I need to say—promises I need to make.
"I just have to say it again… I'm so sorry I left the way I did," I begin, my voice quiet in the stillness of the room. "The note was... you all deserved better."
"You already apologized," Buck says, his arm settling around my shoulders. "It's done."
"I know, but I need to explain better." I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "When Daniel saw us together, the look on his face—that disgust—it triggered all my insecurities. I kept imagining everyone I knew looking at me that way. Judging me."
Ford leans forward, his elbows on his knees. "That’s such a horrible thing to feel."
"It wasn't just that though." I twist the edge of the blanket between my fingers. "I was scared of how much I felt for all of you. How right it seemed to be with you, even though it's so different from anything I ever imagined for myself."
