Page 30 of Naughty With The Mountain Man
I keep going, urged on by her movements. “You’re doing so good. So fucking good, baby. Fuck me. Let me fill this little cunt up with my dick.”
“Yes, oh please.”
I return my lips to her mouth, kissing her with everything I have as a man. Everything I want to give her. I want tonight to be perfect for her, but I can’t slow my brain down. I want to fuck. To rut deep inside her. To give this woman everything I have.
I keep going, my mind going blank. “I can’t stop,” I tell her, picking up my pace slightly. “I need to fuck you, precious girl.”
“Do it, Daddy. Take care of me.”
That’s all I need to hear as I start pounding away inside her, my body losing control. I’ve always maintained control over all things. But this woman does something to me I wasn’t prepared for. I can’t stop.
The feeling is too real.
Too fucking good.
“Ellie, I need to come deep inside you,” I tell her, my mouth hovering inches above hers. “I need your cunt to milk my cock dry.”
She holds onto me as I lose control. I buck and rock. Fuck and screw her into the mattress as her body grips me tight.
“You feel so fucking good, little girl. Handle this dick.” I keep pushing and thrusting. My eyes squeezed shut as the need to come overwhelms me.
I push a hand between our bodies, seeking her clit. I press my thumb against her, pushing deeper inside her. She moans and calls out my name as her body falls apart all around me.
“That’s it. Come all over me, baby.” I keep pushing, thrusting my hips.
She lets go, cursing my name. “Oh, Micah, Daddy. I love this.” She keeps coming as her body grips me tight.
I lose myself, my thrusts coming harder as my body closes in on my orgasm. I release, and the whole world rights itself in thismoment. I can’t stop pushing, losing myself completely in this woman.
Once our bodies have calmed, I move to the bathroom, getting a washcloth to take care of her. I take my job as her daddy seriously. I clean her up as she tries to fight the deep pull of sleep. As soon as I finish, I wrap her into me.
“Sleep,” I tell her. “I’ve got you.”
13
Ellie
I wake up in his bed.
And not justinit—wrapped in him.
Micah is the kind of man who doesn’t do things halfway. He kissed me like I was air after a decade underwater. Touched me like he was memorizing the shape of a home he thought he’d never find. Made love to me like he wanted to burn the past out of his body with the heat of mine.
Now, with his arms banded around my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck, and his steady heartbeat pressed to my spine, I feel something I probably shouldn’t feel so soon.
I think I’m in love with him.
God, that feels insane. Too fast. Toomuch. But it doesn’t make it any less true.
It snuck up on me somewhere between him standing at my side at the youth center and him making me coffee without asking how I take it. Somewhere between that first kiss and the way heran outside, barefoot and ready to shoot someone for me in the middle of the night.
He’s calm in chaos. He’s fierce in silence. And he’smine—or at least, I want him to be.
But I don’t know what he wants after this. After the threat is over, when the fight is done. I don’t know if he’ll go back to his solitude, and expect me to just pack up and disappear like I was only a temporary mission.
I don’t want temporary.
I want to stay.
