Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,68

back in the same position, with her back to his front.

She was grateful for this position, she wasn’t sure she could look at him while he . . . while he touched her.

Holy. Shit.

Lincoln Johnson. The gorgeous, funny foreman of Sanctuary Ranch was going to touch her. Was this really happening? She was afraid to pinch herself and wake up.

“Spread your legs apart and put them on either side of mine.”

She widened, feeling her heart beat race. Crap she hoped she didn’t pass out from excitement. That would be embarrassing.

“What’s your safeword going to be?”

Did she really need one? Nerves flooded her. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. He arranged the blanket over her again, making her feel more secure. He seemed to be so in-tune with her. As though he knew when something pushed the boundary of what she was comfortable with. Pushing her, but not too much.

“Mari-girl? You can use red if you like. Easy to remember.”

“Yes . . . I . . . red is good,” she managed to get out.

“Good. Remember, you can use it at any time. If you’re scared, worried, unhappy or feel ill. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Unless I say otherwise, you’re to keep your legs exactly where they are. Your hands are to remain at your sides. And your eyes are to stay on the movie. Understand me?”

“Yes.”

“What do you call me?”

She blushed. “Yes, Daddy.”

She gasped as he cupped her right breast. His other hand moved lower, his finger running along her slick lips, still covered by her red panties.

He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. “My, these panties are very soaked, aren’t they? You should have told me. I’d have had you remove them. They must be so uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable?”

She groaned at his words. Who knew he’d like to talk during sex? Then again, he didn’t seem afraid to talk about anything so why wouldn’t he talk to her like this?

“Mari-girl?” He paused and she knew he wasn’t going to continue until she answered him.

“Yes, I’m uncomfortable,” she told him.

“Well, we can’t have that. Take them off. You can keep the blanket over you.”

Without a word, she slipped her panties down over her hips and managed to get them completely off without revealing anything.

Oh hell. There was something much more wicked about lying on top of him with her bottom half bare.

“Now, isn’t that better?”

“Yes.”

“And it means I have better access to all of my girl. Now, keep watching the movie, while I have a play. I need to see what you like and don’t like.”

He ran his finger up and down her slick lips. “So turned on. Do you like me talking to you? Telling you what to do?”

“Yes,” she groaned as he circled her clit. He suddenly gave her pussy a sharp slap that had her crying out.

“What a plump, swollen clit you have. It needs to be touched, doesn’t it? When you touched yourself would you circle it like this?” His actions followed his words as he circled her clit slowly. “Or would you flick it like this.” She groaned as he flicked the needy nub.

“Like that,” she told him, barely able to keep her gaze ahead. She had no idea what was going on in the movie, her attention was totally on what he was doing to her pussy. What his fingers were doing to her nipple.

“I can tell you like that. And what about these nipples? Would you play with them?” He brought both hands up to her breasts. He toyed with her hard nipples through her T-shirt. Plucking at her nipples.

She took in a sharp breath as he tugged at them far harder than she’d ever dared to. But the slight pain sent an answering shot of arousal through her blood, down to her clit which throbbed in reaction.

“Oh. Ohhh.”

“You do like that, don’t you? What about this?” He lightly flicked them with his fingers and her breathing grew harsher, faster.

“Please. Please.”

She tried to put her legs together, but he grabbed hold of her thighs.

“Naughty girl, were you given permission to close your legs?”

“No.”

“That’s going to earn you some punishment isn’t it?” He gave the inside of her thighs two hard smacks each. Smacks that had her crying out in shock at the pain. And the pleasure.

“Now keep your legs there. I say when you get to move.” He kissed the shell of her ear. “Just like I get to say when you come. Just so you know, there is no coming without