Page 30 of Force of Nature

“The only time I feel like myself is when I’m around you.” Beneath my confusion, I felt a surge of love for my dad that was stronger than anything I’d ever felt before.

He touched his forehead to mine.

“I know,” he said. “I feel the same way about you. But what if I’m the thing that’s making you feel sick and broken?”

“No, Dad, it isn’t you. I’m the one who can’t get off unless you pretend to force me. It’smewho crawls intoyourbed.”

He sighed heavily, his warm breath washing over my lips.

“Willow, the night that you don’t come to me will be the first night I come to you, and I won’t be coming to tuck you in.”

My face and chest flushed at the forbidden promise in his words.

“And let me be clear,” he continued. “You’re not the only one who likes it rough. The truth is, I come harder when you beg me to stop. You say you don’t know how to be normal with me, but it goes both ways. Nothing feels the same since we got back from Yellowstone.”

I gasped as he pulled me closer, the hard warmth of his body filling me with a sense of security and pleasant danger. For weeks, I thought I was the one pulling my dad toward the darkness, an inescapable black hole where my soul used to shine. It turns out we were both being drawn to the same event horizon.

“I know this thing between us won’t stop unless you want it to,” he said. “That’s why you need to go. Because I don’t have it in me to leave you alone.”

“Then don’t leave me alone. Ask me to stay.”

His lips brushed mine. I smiled as he kissed me in the daylight for the first time since that morning on the tower.

“Stay,” he whispered. “Stay.”

I didn’t need to respond with words. I simply parted my lips and let him slip his tongue into my mouth, as he slotted his thigh between my legs. I pressed against him. Pleasure flared in my lower belly as I handed off control to the man I trusted to look after my heart even as he ravaged my body. I yelped as he tossed me like a doll onto the bed. He pulled down my pants and underwear, then maneuvered me onto all fours and spread my legs. I felt his tongue on my pussy and arched my back.

“Daddy, no…” It felt so good to know that he wanted this just as badly as I did, that we weren’t just fucking on borrowed time. He ignored my pleas, drawing his tongue from my clit all the way to my back entrance. I writhed as he circled the tight hole.

“Struggle all you want,” he growled. “You’re not going anywhere.” He flipped me onto my back and then pulled my shirt up, baring my breasts. “No bra, baby girl? It’s almost like you planned for this.”

I whimpered as he licked my nipple, teasing the other one with his fingers. I made a half-hearted attempt to push him away.

“Don’t,” I whined.

My dad squeezed both my breasts and then pinched my nipples, drawing a loud cry from my lips. I was already desperate for him to touch my clit and we’d barely gotten started. He pinned my wrists to the bed as he alternated between licking and biting my breasts.

“If I reach between your legs, am I going to find you soaking?”

I shook my head no, then gasped as I felt his fingers slide down my abdomen. Smirking, he ran two fingers along my folds, spreading my slickness.

“What’s all this, baby? I thought you said you weren’t enjoying this.”

I moaned as his fingers found my clit and began rubbing in tight circles.

“Listen to you. My own little slut.”

“Please, Dad. I don’t want to.” Pleasure radiated throughout my pelvis. I could feel my muscles clenching with every stroke.

“You don’t want to come?” He batted my hands away from my pussy, capturing both my wrists in his big fist. There was something shockingly sensual about the way he was looking at me, as if he’d finally accepted the parts of himself that craved this delicious cruelty. “You’re all mine now, Willow. I gave you a chance to get away, but you didn’t take it. Now you’re going to come for me.”

“No, Daddy. I can’t… Please don’t make me.”

I covered my face in mock shame as he rubbed my clit faster and harder, demanding that I finish right then and there. My climax slammed into me. I moaned loudly, trembling as my clit pulsed beneath my father’s fingertips.

“That was beautiful.” He slid his fingers through my folds and then brought them to my lips. I shook my head, refusing to open my mouth. “Is that how you want to play this?”

He pinched my nose firmly, forcing me to take a breath. I panted as he pressed his fingers to my tongue before I could even begin to protest.

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