Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“You really do need help, Daddy,” she says.
I snarl when she moves her hand to my belt loop, which is stretched out long, still caught on the fence. But she doesn’t let me out of that problem. She uses it as leverage to rub her thigh against my leg, lifting herself halfway off the ground.
Baby girl doesn’t know what a monster she’s unleashing.
Lifting my knee, I push forward between the heat of her thighs. She’s so hot I can feel it through two layers of denim. I can smell something sweet, and I don’t know what it is except that it’s coming from her.
I want it. I want to eat it. I want to eat her. That ferocious hunger hits me again, only stronger.
When my thigh slides under the crease between her legs, she gasps again. Pink spots brighten on her cheeks.
“I could help you with that,” she says again, even softer than before, needier, like she’s feeling the same crazy animal urges that I am.
She rolls her hips. Soft heat scrapes along my captive dick.
I slide my hand down her back to the waistband of her jeans. Her shirt’s a little tucked. I pull it out and slide two of my fingers between denim and soft flesh. Dipping further gets me to the crease of her ass. The stumps of my fingers squeeze into her skin.
She can probably feel that I’m mutilated. If she cares, she doesn’t show it. She slides her foot up the back of my leg and urges me closer.
“I don’t have a lot of experience,” I say abruptly. “With this.”
“Me neither.” She shrugs.
But our bodies know exactly what to do.
I use my grip to make her move. My hands fulfill those urges that tell me exactly what to do with her. I move her over me.
Steering her hips, I slide her up and down, and up again. I hike her thigh up higher, spread her legs wider, and rub harder.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyelashes fluttering. “Fuck. Oh my God.”
Even through our jeans, my cock slots right against her.
Her curves capture me. She grinds along the shaft and I fist her hair reflexively.
I’ve been on the brink of coming since I saw her bending over inside. Now, it’s not gonna take me long to finish. Pleasure’s got a tight hold on my spine. My vision’s dark around the edges, so I can’t see anything but the ecstasy on her face.
A shudder rolls through her body. I feel it in her neck, gripped by my hand, and I feel it in her knee shaking against me. She makes the sweetest little whine I’ve ever heard. It drags out long. Her eyelashes flutter a bunch.
She’s coming.
As soon as I realize, I follow her down.
My teeth clench, my back bows, my nose buries in her hair.
I come hard, roaring toward the glimpses of blue through the tree tops.
Birds bolt into the sky. Squirrels skitter away in the leaf litter.
Thick white ropes of cum spurt out the waistband of my jeans. I can’t help it. It shoots up onto my belly, onto my belt. It gets on Tess’s pretty little painted fingers.
She lolls against me, boneless, and raises her fingers to look at them. “That’s one problem fixed,” she says with a gaspy little laugh.
I’m shocked when she licks them.
Tasting me. Cleaning me off her skin.
She makes eye contact the whole time.
My whole world is her now. In those eyes, I find a forever I didn’t know I could have.
Finally, finally, she unhooks me from the fence nail.
I’m released.
For a moment, I stand over her, bristling with desires that haven’t softened. My dick’s ready to go again.
I brace my hand on the wall over her head. I make a cavern out of my body, sheltering her under my shadow. Bowed to hide her from the entire world.
“Thanks,” I hiss between my teeth. In that one word, I load everything I’m feeling. I let her hear how hungry I am.
Suddenly, a voice breaks the air. “Tess! Teeeee-ssss! You here?” It’s Lindsay.
“You’re welcome, forest daddy,” Tess whispers, licking her fingertips again. Her smile broadens as loss cinches around my heart when her body breaks from mine.
“Tess!” Lindsay shouts. Her voice is getting closer.
All I want to do is throw Tess against the wall of the cabin and rip her jeans off and follow these urges down the path to wherever they lead, but I can’t do it.
Not yet.
She turns and walks away to answer the call. I have to stand there, clenching my fists, blowing breaths hard through my nose, resisting the desire to make this woman mine in every way possible.
I’m going to have her.
Nothing else means anything to me anymore.
Chapter 3
Tess
Well, I’m naked now.
That’s something.
It’s hard to imagine that I was elbow deep in dirty dishwater a week ago. Now I’m sitting on a stool with my whole ass hanging out, and the only thing protecting my modesty is a long drape of salmon-colored chiffon over my crack and breasts.