Page 36 of His Wilde Little
I came after five minutes; it was the moment he pulled away and grabbed my cock like a joystick. I shot my load across my body, and he tried getting some on his, but the second spurt came out a lot weaker, dripping down my cock and his hand.
“I thought you could handle it,” he said on his knees, pulsing his hips with short thrusts inside me. He pulled his hand to his lips and licked the cum. “Maybe we should’ve gotten this out of the way whenI first arrived.”
I wished. I even thought we might’ve fucked after that kiss, but the universe wasn’t on our side. It needed me to pine for him, and maybe teach me a lesson about caring for horses, when the only horse I cared for, was the one in my guts.
Daddy continued to fuck me until filling the condom inside me with his cum. It had my cock rock solid until he pulled out. I half wondered if I’d cum again, but I was already covered in sweat and cum now, all I wanted now was a shower.
He laid right on top of me, like his hairy body was a towel, and I was being scrubbed clean. “We best get cleaned off,” he said, giving me a kiss. “Otherwise, people might think things.”
“The right things,” I giggled.
“And I—” he pulled away, screwed his lips together and nodded.
“What?”
“Left you a little mark. I didn’t mean to.”
My hand went to my neck. I’d felt him doing it. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Although not quite as surprised when I saw it in the bathroom mirror. A nice purple blotch with the clear indentations of two front teeth marking my skin.
We didn’t have enough time to shower, so we used the washcloths and soap to wipe each other down. I took it as an opportunity to touch him all over, and he seemed to do the same, wiping me off as he went down my body, getting on his knees behind me and then biting at my ass.
“You’re gonna make me want to go again,” he whispered at my ass, and then gave my other cheek a little bite.
“I wish,” I mumbled. I knew we couldn’t because we would need to be back to check on the horses, and my sister was no doubt going to be searching for him soon enough. In fact, this was going to be hard to keep hidden, especially when I wanted to spend more time like this—maybe not quite so on my back, orbeing detailed by his teeth, but within touching distance at the very least.
“Now, you’ve got to keep that promise,” he said. “Or risk me calling you abadboy, and I think bad boys get punishments, don’t they?”
I glanced at him in the mirror as he stood up behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and pushing himself up against my back, his hairy body and the heat from his cock attached to me. “I think I preferfunishments,” I said, trying not to lose my breath. “But I’ll keep my promises, Daddy.”
He kissed my neck and called me a good boy again.
He was right. I wanted to go again, but there wasn’t the time.
My timing was never great, and this proved just as much.
Once we were dressed, we immediately headed out of his house together. The ranch was fairly quiet, and with the way the guesthouse faced, nobody saw us. It wasn’t unusual for the two of us to be caught together, and I fought the urge to grab his hand and hold it. He didn’t, taking my hand in his and caressing his thumb across the back of mine.
“I didn’t think you wanted to be caught with me,” I said as we headed around the house toward the land behind the stables.
“I can change my mind, can’t I?” he asked. “But I would like to keep this a secret, not a bad secret, but something we don’t have to declare right away.”
I nodded. “Until we know what this is, and—”
“And until I get to know you, the real you.”
Gulping hard on the knot forming in my throat. He wanted to see my little side. He was trying to be more than surface level Daddy, he was trying. “Well, you’re slowly revealing me.”
“And you’re slowly unwrapping me,” he said, lifting my hand in his and kissing the back of it. “I’m probably like a hardcandy, like a spicy mint type but on the inside, it’s got a gooey center.”
I giggled like a child at the wordgooey. “I don’t know what I would be.”
“If I had to give you a candy, probably not even a candy. You’re probably a Funfetti cake.”
“Funfetti,” I laughed harder, and I would’ve been offended, but they were delicious. “I’m not a box cake mix, I make all my cakes and pastries by hand, no boxes included.”
“And they’re already delicious,” he said. “Maybe I should’ve led with that. You’re fluffy on the inside, sweet, colorful, and you taste incredible.”
“Then you—you—”
