Page 59 of Wilderness Daddy

“Daddy,” I whisper against his neck.

“Yes?”

“I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you.”

I kiss his neck and he moans. “Like a lot.” I wiggle a little until his legs come apart and I can slip between them onto my knees.

The fire crackles as I open the buckle on his jeans.

“What are you doing, little one?”

“Daddy worship,” I say, blinking up at his face lit only by firelight. His mouth curves in a half smile and he rises up enough for me to pull his jeans and boxers down, removing his boots to get his clothing off.

When I take him into my mouth, finally, he’s the one who gasps. I only slide it in and out a few times before I admire it, adjusting my position on my knees before him.

His cock is beautiful in the flickering firelight, long, thick, and shiny from my mouth. I rub the soft tip against my lips, closing my eyes to relish the sensation against them before running my tongue around the warm swollen tip and slipping it back into my mouth.

Landon’s hands cup my head, gently at first, with fingers threading through my hair to guide me on and off him, but then an urgency steals his composure and his fingers dig into my scalp. He groans as I suck, taste, and savor. Hungrily, I draw him in deep, until his tip meets my throat. My hands assist in my blind hunger firmly gripping his shaft. My eagerness is stopped short of my goal when Landon pulls me back, gently but firmly, by the hair.

“In. My. Sleeping. Bag. Now.”

I blink up at him, confused, my lips numb and swollen. His expression shows his torment and I’m mesmerized by it as the fire’s shadows dance on his face.

“Baby, if you don’t move your ass into my cot now, we’re both going to regret it.” His expression twists in anguish and for a moment I can’t decide whether I should take him into my mouth again and ease his pain or if I should obey.

I snap out of my trance when he swears, releases my hair and instead grabs my shoulders, shoving me back onto the ground with surprising gentleness for such a rough move. His mouth crushes mine, and I’m dizzy from the depth and passion in his kiss.

Grabbing my wrists, Landon pins them above my head. “Don’t move,” he grinds out and moves up onto his knees. He yanks up my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it. My chest heaves with rapid breaths when he releases me from my bra. I swallow hard, waiting for his hands to touch me. He only smiles as my nipples harden from the cool air. Twisting, he tugs at my boots but gives up and yanks my pants over them. “Open for me.”

He doesn’t have to tell me again. My throbbing clit yearns too badly for his touch. I swallow hard, watching him yank his shirt over his head and position himself between my knees. The muscles of his chest look even more defined than I remember, but I’m not sure if it’s from his time out here in the wild or the light of the fire casting deeper shadows.

“Baby girl, you’re fucking gorgeous.” His eyes rove my body before driving into mine. “You comfortable?”

“God, no, but I ache so bad for you all I can feel is my throbbing pussy begging for your...” I look down. “Cock.” Again, I decide it’s beautiful, standing tall and proud. “Please,” I beg and reach for him.

He shakes his head, a smirk playing on those beautiful lips, his dimple tugging at my heart. “How’s your ass?”

“There’s a stick scraping against a particularly sore spot, Daddy. And if you feel sorry for me even one tiny bit you’ll distract me.”

“The only thing I want you thinking about is me inside you.” He rises, walks to the makeshift bed and grabs the sleeping bags. Mine, still rolled, and his from the cot.

He lays them out and offers me his hand. “Up you get, little one.” He tugs me against him once I’m upright and his hard cock presses against my abdomen as our eyes lock. We’re skin to skin and despite the chill in the air around us, I feel as if we’re ablaze.

“You’ve been on mind every minute since I left.” He cups my face and kisses me. The tenderness doesn’t take away from my need, but makes my heart quickens.

“I didn’t believe in love, Landon. Not until you. Not until you showed me I could belong to someone without losing myself.”

He lowers us to the ground and nibbles at my lip a moment before speaking. “I’m lost without you.”

He slides inside me and it takes my breath away, each stroke further inhibiting my air, replacing it with tingles, spasms of delight, and a deep pulsating hunger for release.

Rolling my hips beneath his pistoning ones, I moan. His breath is warm on my forehead, his lips apart, his groans of pleasure mingling with my own. I rise high, coming closer to the precipice of release and fall over as his lips press to my forehead in the sweetest of kisses. His orgasm follows and we both call out into the dark night.

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