Page 21 of My Mountain Man Stalker
Something feral ignites behind his irises, and he pushes harder into me. “That’s right, baby.”
I love it. I do it again, saying, ‘daddy’ for him once more and I get the same reaction. I love that I’m making this grown ass man crumble before me. He’s nearly losing control all because of me.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispers. “So many years.”
I cup his cheek. “You have me.”
“Do you know how many times I wanted to touch you over the years? Make myself known.”
I smile. “You can touch me now.”
He slides a hand between our bodies, circling my clit with his fingers. “I want you to come for me.”
My body’s already so close, like a trip wire that’ll explode at any moment. “Yes, please.”
“That’s it, beg your daddy for it.”
“Please, Daddy, make me come.”
He keeps the pressure against my clit as he pounds away inside me, making my whole body set on fire. He keeps thrusting, pushing, digging deeper until I can no longer take it anymore.
I unravel.
“I’m coming,” I sing-song as he keeps a tight hold on me.
“Yes, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he grunts out, appearing like he’s hanging on by a thread. “So fucking pretty.”
My body lights up and explodes as every single cell in my body vibrates and pulses. I’ve never felt like this before. This free. This unabashedly taken care of. I want to live in it. Build a nest and never leave.
As if Hale knows, he holds onto me tighter as he bucks away on top of me, my body here for his pleasure alone.
“Daddy’s about to come, baby,” he whispers close to my ear.
My body’s nearly spent, but I keep up with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I rake my nails down his back, smiling as I whisper, “come deep inside me, Daddy.”
This is all it takes for the rough, mountain man to empty himself completely inside me. He doesn’t stop as I milk him dry. He just keeps going, his dick coming back to life. It hardens, and pretty soon he’s full on fucking me again.
Harder. Deeper.
“I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy,” he growls out. “Sofuckinggood.”
I hold onto him, my body burning with desire. “Keep going, Daddy.” We’re a mess, but it’s the most wonderful thing.
I don’t want the night to end. He repositions us, flipping us in one swift motion. He’s flat on his back, my riding him.
“That’s it, baby. Ride Daddy’s thick cock.”
The way he speaks to me turns me on, egging me to move along him faster. Until I no longer recognize myself. I’m riding him, my head leaning back as he grips my breasts with both of his large hands.
He rubs my nipples between his fingers, his eyes glazing over as he watches the spot where we’re joined together. “So fucking good.”
My palms land flat on his chest as I keep rocking against him, my body vibrating with need. With desire. Passion. It’s so all-consuming.
My body’s coming, and I’m floored by it. I’ve never come more than once a night. Not even when I’ve played with my toys and taken my pleasure into my own hands. Hale’s different.
He’s all man. Gruff and broody, a protector. And all mine.
He grips my hips, moving me how he wants it. “I’m coming again, sweet girl.” He empties himself inside me for a second time, and when our bodies have relaxed, he lifts me off the bed.
