Page 22 of Hard Wood Daddy

“And what do you want me to do to it?” Rutger asks.

“Please, don’t stop,” I choke out, but that’s not enough for him.

He lays a kiss on one of my lips without touching where I want to be touched. “You gotta tell me, little girl. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you until you’re screaming.”

“I want your fingers in me.” I cover my eyes with an arm. “Your fingers in me and your mouth on my clit. Please.”

“Beg,” he growls.

“Please,Daddy!Fuck me with your fingers!”

He slides one of his long, thick digits inside of me, and I feel a dragging sensation deep inside my body where I’ve never felt it before. I’m still a virgin. Just getting his finger past one of the knuckles is a squeeze, wet as I am, and his agonized moan vibrates through my clit.

“You’re so small, so tight,” he says. He pulls his finger out, then eases it back in. “Take me like a good girl. Relax. Spread your legs.”

I can’t spread them when he’s sucking on me, flicking my swollen clit with his tongue, and arching his finger to massage my inner walls. I can only clamp tight around him as another orgasm approaches.

My vision goes fuzzy. My ears ring.

Rutger pushes my thighs back and spreads them apart. I’m doubled over. My calves are still wrapped in my jeans, captured, but he’s got me spread out so that he can keep licking while he slides a second finger into me.

I’m wide open, fully exposed, helpless to the heat of his breath and the strength of his hands.

“Daddy, Daddy,Daddy,” I pant on each breath, neck straining, legs shaking, his mouth locked over my cunt. “I’m going to come—I’m coming—”

“Come for me,” he snarls.

And I do.

It explodes out of me. I gush all over his fingers, all over his face, and I scream so loudly that the whole forest should be able to hear.

The only thing left behind afterward is total peace. Emptiness. Relaxation.

I think I pass out for a second.

When I rouse again, Rutger’s kissing up my thighs and putting my pants back into place. He takes one more long inhale of me through my underwear. They’re soaking and useless. I need to change.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, eyes locked with mine.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I blush as I smile.

I’m basically asleep all the way back to camp.

If we lived in a perfect world, Rutger would sweep me into his arms and take me into hiding with him. In a perfect world, I could have his head between my legs for the next infinity, which is exactly how long it would take for me to be satisfied.

But when Paint Forest Program comes into view, I remember it’s not a perfect world, and that I’ve got a job to do. I catch sight of the dashboard clock.

“I have class in less than an hour,” I say. I’m nestled against his shoulder sleepily as the pickup trundles to the patch of dirt we use as a parking lot.

“Skip it.”

“I can’t.” It’s the only reason I’m here. Lindsay has been so perfectly kind to me, and I need to earn my keep.

“I don’t like people looking at what’s mine,” he says, grabbing my hip. “Thisis mine. All of it.”

“It’s yours,” I agree. “But I made promises I have to keep.”

I kiss Rutger one more time. He tastes of me. And not any of the bits people normally see.

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