A Montana Daddies Christmas (Montana Daddies 4.5)

“Stay still, baby girl or I take you upstairs and tie you down.”

She could be into that.

“Then I’ll torture you, bringing you to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting you fall off the edge.”

Okay, she was totally not into that.

So, she kept herself as still as she could. Luckily, he decided to stop torturing her and leaned in to run his tongue along her already slickened lips. She let out a shuddering breath as he drew a circle around her clit then strummed it.

The man could kiss. Boy, could he kiss. But when he had his mouth between her legs. . .

It. Was. Magical.

Her breath came in sharp pants, she fought desperately to stay still as he played with her clit as he drove first one finger then two deep inside her pussy. She convulsed around him. More. She needed more.

“Please, Daddy, please!”

“Please what, sugar?” he mumbled, moving his fingers free from her pussy to run one down the seam of her ass cheeks.

Oh God. Oh Lord.

“Put your feet up on the table, keep your legs apart,” he ordered in a gruff voice. “Daddy wants to play.”

Daddy’s play could mean anything. She never knew quite what she was going to get. But she knew she’d best do what she was told. And pronto. So, she raised her legs up, putting her feet flat on the table. He pressed his finger between her ass cheeks to play with her puckered entrance. At the same time, his tongue returned to her clit.

Nerve endings she’d never realized were there lit up and she screamed as she came. One of his fingers playing with her back hole, his tongue on her clit, his other arm resting on her hips as he continued to play with her.

Oh fuck. She knew what he wanted.

“No. No.” She thrashed her head back and forth.

“Yes,” he countered. “You’re coming again.”

“No! I can’t!” There was no way. She was done. But she knew he didn’t see it that way. And what Jed wanted, Jed got. And right now, he wanted her to come again.

“You will, baby.” He pressed the tip of his finger into her asshole. Then thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. The thumb on his free hand thrummed her clit. He moved hard. Fast. More. More. More. It was too much. She was too sensitive. She couldn’t. . .she couldn’t. . .

She arched up; a scream torn from her lungs as she came. It was even more magnificent than the first. Her entire body rocked with the force of her orgasm. She drifted down from the high, lying there, sated, exhausted, sweat coating her body, her lungs heaving for air. He stood, and she watched through half-lidded eyes as he undid his jeans and pulled them down. They were quickly followed by his boxers. He grabbed her, lifting her hips up before impaling her with his cock.

Glorious.

This time there was no slow. There was just hard and fast. He bumped hard against the table and her half-eaten plate of stir-fry went flying, crashing to the floor.

She let out a giggle that turned into a moan as he drove himself into her, hard and deep.

“You’re gonna come with me, baby.”

“I can’t. . .I can’t.” She’d already had two orgasms, a third wasn’t possible.

“Wasn’t a question,” he told her.

Fuck.

“Touch yourself.”

Her eyes widened. She’d been a virgin up until a few months ago. Sure, she’d touched herself. Often. But never in front of him.

“Baby girl, I’m close to the edge here. When I come, you come. Got my hands holding you just where I need you. So, unless you think you can get there without your clit being touched then you need to be touching yourself.”