Page 87 of Wilderness Daddy

“Good, isn’t it?” Kari asks as I bite into the venison. It’s filled with flavor and since I’ve been living mostly off fish, I close my eyes and groan with pleasure. Venison is a leaner meat with a gamey taste but I’m used to it from my many hunts and Anders has added some concoction of spices that pair well with the natural flavor.

“The only way this steak could be any better is if it were paired with a cold beer, a baked potato, and the sound of sirens carting away the hillbilly assholes. Thanks, Anders.”

Anders acknowledges my comment with a nod.

Lucy moans and Anders is by her side in seconds. For a big man he moves fast. Of course I know this from the night he dropped her off.

“She all right?” I shift Kari to her own stool as I rise to assist. Anders raises a hand, stopping me and then pulls a weaved curtain across like a wall, giving her privacy.

“She’s tough. Holding her own. It’s okay. She’s been having nightmares since I saved her from them.” He absently smooths his beard, his mouth a thin line of concern.

“I’m going to go out there. See if I can flag down any choppers. You two need sleep. Your girl didn’t sleep at all worrying about you last night.” Before I can protest he speaks again. “One of us needs to stay with the girls and I need to do this right now, Landon.” His eyes plead with me to understand. I nod and he grabs some pelts from a shelf and lays several on the floor with the others.

Seeing the tiredness in Kari’s eyes, I hurry up to finish my food. She refuses to leave my side but she needs her rest. When I lie down, I pull her tight to me. I want more than anything to sink myself into her tight hot body, remind her how I feel about her—remind myself we’re both okay—but she’s exhausted and like Anders said, we need our rest. We have no idea what to expect.

“Daddy?” Kari’s whisper comes only a few minutes after we’re settled.

“Hmm?”

“I was so scared. I still am.”

I shift onto my side to look at her. “I know, baby, but we’re safe now and I’m going to keep us that way.” Reading her, I narrow my eyes. She needs something from me. I find her chin, smooth my thumb over it and guide her face up. She needs me in control.

We’re both exhausted, but Kari needs my strength more than sleep.

“Little one?” I prompt. “Roll onto your back,” I command in a whisper. “Get those pants and panties off.”

She takes in a swift breath, her eyes wide a moment before they relax.

“Do it now. Hesitate and you’re going over my knee whether Anders comes back and sees it or not.”

She rustles beneath the blankets to obey and it makes my cock strain for release.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I close my eyes for control at her trusting whisper.

“Open your legs.” I wait. “All the way. I want full access.”

My hand slides down her tummy to cover her naked mound. “Good girl,” I rasp. “Daddy’s good girl.” I raise my hand and give a small slap to her pussy.

“Ah!”

I hush her by grabbing her clit between my finger and thumb and pinching just enough to garner her attention. “Behave. Not a peep, got me?” I see her nod in the firelight. “Daddy’s gonna help you relax, yeah? Show you you’re safe.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says in the quietest whisper.

I don’t speak then, I just work my fingers in her folds until she’s arching and struggling to keep her mewls of pleasure quiet. I planned on making her come with just my hand, but I can’t stop myself. I need to taste her. I need to feel her come on my tongue.

I slide between her legs, my tongue delving against her clit and my fingers pumping inside her hot, wet core. I pause when her panting turns to a squeal.

“That’s ten stripes with my belt, little girl.”

“No,” she whispers. “Daddy, please.”

“I said to hush, yeah?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

She claps a hand over her mouth and I go back to my task. As I begin to suck her clit, I hear a muffled cry from behind her hand. It thrills me. God, I love her responsiveness.

Squirming beneath the blankets as I work her relentlessly, she can’t control her moans and whimpers. I fuck her with my fingers and tongue until her legs spasm and she comes on my tongue. And still I continue until she’s shoving back and cry-panting.

When I finally give her a reprieve and pop up from under the blankets to kiss her face, her cheeks are wet with tears. I pull her against me, tucking her in tight. The tension is gone from her body.

“You knew what I needed.”

“I’ll always know.”

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