Page 6 of Mountain Daddy's Girl
“Men like me, Lila, we’re not big on manners. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression, you’re anything but perfect.”
“Perfect?” she says in disbelief.
“You heard me.”
I slide my hands to her hoodie, grab the bottom and begin pulling it up.
She touches my hand. I was right. Her hands are cold. And yet, I’m boiling up, the surface of my skin like the sun..
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Helping,” I tell her.
She gets a dreamy look on her face, lifting her arms, letting me pull her hoodie over her head. I go into the en-suite and grab a towel.
Her pale green bra shows through the white fabric of her shirt. Her breasts are large and beautiful, making me want to taste her nipples, learn more about the specifics of her body.
Does she have big nipples? Small? Do they get hard easily? Does she like them to be sucked and nibbled? Does she like to be spanked? Is her pussy shaved? Does her hole flutter when she’s excited? Does her needy clit get swollen with lust?
I rub the towel over her chest. She whimpers, then takes a step back.
“I think I should do this myself,” she says.
“Say that like you mean it,” I snap, like mean it.
“I don’t know you.”
“But you know you want me.”
“Wow, you’re … confident.”
“I know because I feel the same.”
“Hmm, mm,” she moans. “Boone …”
“I’ll leave,” I groan. “When we make a deal. The second I’m out of this door; you’re going to touch yourself thinking of me. You’re going to think of me stripping off your soaking clothesand touching your soaking body. You’re going to imagine my rock-hard dick slipping into your perfect, little horny hole”
She stares at me with her mouth open. Dumbstruck. “Are you actually huh …”
“You’re an innocent little thing, aren’t you? You can’t even say it.”
“Hard!”.
“I was hard in the cage just looking at you. Now that I’ve touched you, I’m damn near explosive.”
“You should leave, pronto.” Her finger snaps towards the door.
“You’re saying that because you think it’s what you should say. You’re saying it because I’m right. You want this. You need this.”
“Boone,” she snaps.
My cock pushes against my cup so hard I’m sure I feel the metal crack.
“Be a good girl and when I leave touch your horny little pussy. Oh, and tomorrow morning, meet me in the gym.”
“W-what?” she murmurs quietly, one eyebrow arching. “Why?”
“Because I told you to, cute city girl.”
