Page 101 of Wilderness Daddy

“I did,” I answer, tugging at her hair. “And he’s lucky he said yes because I wasn’t taking no for an answer.”

“And you’re used to getting your way,” she says with a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

“Hmm,” I grumble and kiss her lips. I wave at the forest behind us. She looks around me and sees the cameraman wave back.

“You filmed it?”

“I did.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and jumps up into my arms. “That’ll make an epic ending for the show.”

“And an epic beginning for us.”

“Yes, yes, it will.” She sighs contentedly and I give her a crooked, feral grin.

“Now, young lady, strip.” Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, unsure.

“Now?” I glance back to make sure the cameraman is gone.

“You seem to have forgotten how things work in our relationship, baby girl.” I grab her hands as they reach for the buttons on her shirt.

“Too late.” I take a breath when she releases the lip clamped between her teeth to pout. My cock stirs to life again and this time I let it. “Daddy thinks it’s time for a fresh lesson.”

Her hands quickly cover her ass and I chuckle.

“I’m going to blindfold you again.” I find the silk and put it back over her eyes. “And undress you myself now.”

I pluck open three of the buttons of her shirt. Her respirations increase. “And you’re going to have to really trust me, aren’t you. Follow every instruction to a tee, yeah?”

I watch her throat work as she swallows hard. I let my lips touch hers, pressing them gently against her plump, sweet ones. She tastes like mint and raspberries. She smells of fresh mountain air.

While I finish removing her shirt, I nip, nibble, and suck her lips, teasing my tongue across them until she gives a little drawn-out moan that speaks to my hardening cock. I move to her neck, sucking and licking the delicate hollows at her throat while my fingers pluck and tease her nipples.

Her squirms make me smile against her skin as I move my mouth to replace my fingers. “Pants next,” I whisper hotly against the swell of her breast.

I work the button of her pants with one hand so I can wrap her hair in my other. The zipper lowers at a snail’s pace as I suck her nipple deeply. Her hands thread through my hair and she bites her lip harder, releasing a growl fit for a puppy.

“Oh, God, Daddy. We aren’t going to make it to the lake.”

I don’t answer; instead I stop, grab her pants and yank them hard, swiftly and completely baring her to the ankles.

I drop to my knees. “Lift your foot,” I demand and remove the boots, socks, and pants. I rise, pausing only long enough to tease her pussy lips with a few strokes of my tongue.

Standing, I admire her body. As I circle her, she moans as I caress a hip, a shoulder, the curve of her back, and then her ass. I give it a stroke, a squeeze and then a sharp smack. She gasps at that.

I strip quickly, tossing my clothes as I admire her body—the glow of her skin, the slope of her breasts, her little wild woman bush.

“Turn a hundred and eighty degrees.” I watch as she obeys. And then I guide her all the way to the edge of the lake. She slows, hesitating as we get closer.

“Trust me,” I whisper.

“I do, Wilderness Man Daddy, I do.”

And just before we reach the water, I take her hand and close my own eyes.

“This time, we’re in it together. Jump!”

And we leap.

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