Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

I like to watch my women bounce. Like to watch my fingers indent into soft flesh. I like tits that can suffocate me.

Pretty fucking please sit by me.

Yeah, Daddy. I want you to take a shot with me. Off me. Whatever.

“Two Coronas?” “Okay, Papi,” I breathe.

“Well, that’s a relief.” I smirk. “And you call me whatever name you want, Baby Doll. But I like it when you say Daddy.”

This girl is a brat hidden behind a sweet girl exterior.

“I’ll fuck this tight little pussy first. Make you come on my cock. Then I’m putting my dick between those tits, and I’m gonna come all over your neck.” I pinch my nipples harder. “Yes, please.” “In three minutes.”

But as I step into my bathroom, as I see the matchbook sitting on the counter, I accept I’m not a good daughter.

“Because that’s what you do to me. You take my fucking breath away. Every damn day.”