Her XL Mountain Daddy (Spring's Mountain Men) by Amy Pennza

Author:Amy Pennza [Pennza, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scribble Pretty Books
Published: 2021-05-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Flynn

Allie went limp beneath me, her eyelashes a thick fan against her flushed cheek as she crashed. For a second, I was tempted to join her—just slump over her warm body with my dick nestled in her sugary heat and the remnants of our pancake dinner around us. That was the beauty of living in the middle of nowhere. You could pass out naked on your kitchen table and be reasonably assured no one would find out.

As tempting as that scenario was, Allie needed soothing and a soft bed. Tenderness surged in my chest as I swept her dark hair away from her damp forehead.

“How we doing, sweetheart? You okay?”

“Mmmm.”

A grin tugged at my mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Her eyelids fluttered, but she made no response.

I stroked her hair again, murmuring, “I need to get rid of this condom, and then I’m going to take care of you, all right?” As I eased out, her pussy rippled, grabbing at my shaft in little aftershocks that sent dark pleasure surging straight down my dick to my balls.

My knees went weak, actually loosened like I might fall on the goddamn floor.

Which was fucking incredible, and I was probably the luckiest son of a bitch in Alaska.

Scratch that, I knew I was. And all because Allie Russo didn’t know the warning signs of an avalanche. Thank goodness.

I tossed the condom and gathered her in my arms. She nestled against my chest like a sleepy kitten, her silky hair waving like a flag as I carried her into the bathroom. She kept her eyes closed as I ran a bath, then opened them on a gasp when I lowered her in.

“Bubbles?”

“Of course,” I murmured, gathering her hair and twisting it into a bun on top of her head. I pulled a rubber band from my pocket and looped it around the thick knot a few times.

When I sat on the side of the tub, her eyes were big as saucers. “You know how to make a bun?”

“A bad one, but it gets the job done.”

She touched the wobbly mass. “Where did you learn that?” Her cheeks went pink, and she plopped her hand in the water. “I mean, you’ve probably had a lot of girlfriends, so—”

“No,” I said, hiding a smile, “but winter sports athletes are usually housed in the same complex at competitions. Hang around figure skaters long enough, and you pick up a few hairstyling tips. I also do a mean smoky eye if you’re interested.”

She beamed at me, her lips curved in a sweet, soft smile that made my breath catch. In the sunken bath with bubbles caressing her peach-toned skin, she was irresistible. Her breasts were large for her slender frame, and they bobbed above the water, her pink nipples the same shade as the inner folds of her soft, bare pussy.

And just like that, I was hard as a fucking rock.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” she said softly.

I had to clear my throat. “Do what, sweetheart?”

“The bubble bath.

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