Page 64 of Wilderness Daddy

Dropping to his knees, Landon rakes his teeth and lips down my ribs. His hands tug at my pants, popping the button and unzipping the zipper simultaneously.

“Keep those hands where they are, princess,” he growls. The depth of his voice vibrates through me and I shudder, a deep pull tugging at my core.

My pants are yanked down my legs swiftly without fuss or nonsense, making my panties dampen.

“You move and you’ll be in big trouble, got me? And not the trouble you want, trust me.” He looks up at me as he speaks, his expression stern, his words terse. My mouth waters. God, I want him inside me.

He unceremoniously removes my hiking boots and my pants. The cool air feels refreshing on my burning skin, but when he puts his mouth over my panties against my mound I shiver and nearly buckle to my knees.

I start to move my hands to grab him and he clears his throat.

“Hands stay where they are, don’t they, baby girl?”

I whimper and nod. “Yes, Daddy. Yes! Yes!”

He slips a finger into the band of my panties at my thigh and runs it feather light against my pussy lips and his tongue, hot and wet, darts out to dampen my panties and probe my bud.

I growl, frustrated, wanting more than just his teasing, but he plays ever so gently, tormenting my clit. I beg, thrust myself against his mouth, and cry out but he does nothing more than tease.

“You regret rolling your eyes at me yet?” Another flick with his tongue and a nuzzle with his nose.

“God!” I shout. “Yes! I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”

He chuckles, moves his finger to the band at my waist and drags the cotton down with deliberate slowness.

“Hurry,” I say, bouncing a little on my toes. “Please.” My demand makes him slow down and I whine.

“Step out,” he instructs when he finally gets the panties to my ankles. I almost trip to get them off. He chuckles and slingshots them away.

I wiggle in anticipation but he stands. “I gotta wash that pot...” My mouth drops open but he shoots me a smirk. “Baby, open those legs for Daddy.”

I widen my stance and he grabs my hips, delving between my legs; his tongue, wet and hot, parts my lips and sends me spiraling into bliss.

I moan, widening for him as much as my joints will allow. My breath quickens, making my chest heave. He grabs my leg and puts it up over his shoulder.

“Mm, that’s my good girl, my good, good, girl.” His words are said against my clit, heating me further.

My breasts, exposed and hanging free, tingle as he reaches up and clamps a nipple between his fingers. The unseen connection between my nipple and clit zings and I fall over the edge to a pulsing abyss of pleasure.

“Daddy... Gawd! Daddy...” I stiffen, crying out. He doesn’t stop flicking and suckling and actually pulls me closer with my hips. I try to push him back, the feelings so intense, but his tongue draws every ounce of pleasure from me until my leg buckles and he’s the only thing holding me upright.

Landon pulls me against him. “Baby, you tasted so fine.” He scoops me up, rises, and carries me to the cot. My eyes flutter with the aftershocks of his skills.

Landon draws the sleeping bag over my naked body and plants a kiss against my forehead, whispering, “Rest now, princess. Daddy’ll be back before you know it.”

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