Page 74 of Wilderness Daddy

“It’s so good, so right. Fuck me faster. Please, Daddy.” It’s her last word that enraptures me. I turn us fast, reaching down to grab a hoodie from the log and toss it over the large trunk of a partially felled tree hovering two feet off the ground. The hoodie protects her skin as I set her ass against it and my hips piston swiftly to drive my cock deeply into her. The tree sways with us, swinging back at me after each thrust, pounding her against me.

“God, yes!”

She leans back, bracing herself with her arms, gasping with every thrust.

I watch her breasts bounce as I pump into her, so smooth and perfect with their dark disks and tightened buds. I drop my head to taste them, I can’t resist, and she howls like a feral creature at the loss of my cock.

I spend a few minutes showing her breasts the attention they deserve while playing with her clit, pinching, tweaking, and rubbing it with my fingers. Her quaking legs and pleasure gasps lure me down to my knees. I need to taste her. I take her pussy with my mouth. I fuck her with my fingers while loving her clit until she’s spun so tight, I know she’s about to explode.

“Come,” I command and she dissolves into spasms around my fingers, once again howling with her release like something wild in the night.

“You’re soaked; so fucking wet, baby.” I move up and slide inside her again before the shudders even abate and her breathing is back to gasping pants in seconds.

Her eyes roll back and she groans; it’s higher in pitch but ends in a throaty purr. Hitching her knees on my hips, we move together. She feels so good clinging to me.

“Oh, God, Landon, it’s so good.”

I have one hand splayed on her hip and the other clamped around her neck so I can drive into her, deep and steady without knocking her off the branch. I want to take my time with her, but out here in the wild with both of us desperate for each other, I just fuck her fast, only slowing when I know she’s close.

My mouth finds her forehead and it’s warm beneath my lips. “Baby,” I whisper. “You feel like heaven. You are my heaven.”

She exhales in little huffing breaths. “Coming. Oh, God, Daddy, I’m gonna...” she calls.

“Today, I’ll let you,” I say gruffly, moving back so I can watch her face. “Next time you ask for permission.” Her eyes widen on mine. Her juices have soaked the front of me, slickened my cock, pelvis, and legs. “You’re mine, Kari. I own your pleasure, your pain, your everything.”

She tips her head back, reaching for me to hang on. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder. “Yes! Yes! I’m yours!” she screams, as she pulses around my cock. My balls tighten and she covers my mouth with hers just as I join her in bliss. The kiss ends and we pant in fresh mountain air, the heady scent of sex and nature around us.

As our breathing slows, Akari rests her forehead on my shoulder and I kiss her head. “You okay?” She trembles against me.

“Yes.” She peeks up at me, a half smile curving her lips. “Better than okay.” She gives a feminine chuckle. “You rocked my world, Daddy.”

I laugh, squeeze her ass, and kiss her crooked mouth. “Damn it, too soon or not, I love you, Kari Takahashi.”

“I love you too.”

“Let’s get you dressed, baby. You need sustenance after that.”

She nods. “Think we could find some more duck eggs?”

“That was a rare treat. I doubt we’ll find any more. But there’s one thing that’s always plentiful.”

“Fish?”

“You got it. I’m taking you fishing. There’s no getting out of it this time.” I tap her nose with my fingertip.

She looks squeamish as she grabs my T-shirt and pulls it over her perfect, tiny, yet curvy body. I’m already feeling horny again watching her. Maybe it’s the fresh wilderness air, maybe it’s the freedom out here, but in all likelihood it’s Kari herself. She’s my perfect baby girl.

I smirk at her grimace. “I remember you agreeing to it before when we were back home.”

“Yeah, I did, but...”

“But nothing, little girl. Out here choices for cuisine are very limited unless you can take down a deer with your bare hands.”

“Hunting?” Her face contorts in even more disgust. “Fishing sounds fun.” She gives me a fake grin and I chuckle.

“Good. Fish, roots, and fiddleheads it is then.”

At the lake, I set her up with a makeshift pole made out of a branch and the line I brought. She looks quite comfortable sitting on a long fallen tree at the marsh edge as I collect cattail roots.

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