Page 26 of My Boyfriend's Possessive Daddy

“Well, to be honest, not really,” she replies. “I was always more of an indoor girl. I was always inside reading and writing.”

I laugh. “I’d think that taking your laptop out and sitting amongst the natural beauty of this place would be inspiring.”

“And dirty. And hot. And full of bugs. And gross.”

Shaking my head, I chuckle. “You grew up here. How are you so squeamish?”

“I’m squeamish because I grew up here.”

Still laughing, I step through the screen of bushes and to our destination. Elodie steps out behind me and pauses, a quiet gasp floating from her lips as she takes in the view.

“What do you think?” I ask.

“It’s … amazing.”

High atop a bluff, we stare down at the town of Emerson in the valley below. Sunlight glints off the serpentine river that runs alongside the town, and in the distance, the dark, brooding Smoky Mountains stand sentinel. A gentle breeze stirs the tall grass and bushes around us, and the air reverberates with birdsong.

“I come out here when I want to get away from it all for a while,” I say. “It’s totally isolated and nobody comes up here. The view is breathtaking. And it’s so?—”

“Peaceful,” she finishes.

“Right. Peaceful,” I tell her. “I didn’t have any place like this back in LA. This is just one of the things I love about living out here now.”

I set my backpack down, pull the rolled-up blanket off, and lay it down on the ground. That done, I lay out the picnic spread I put together. Elodie watches me with a look of surprise on her face.

“What are these?” she asks.

“A little something to help us enjoy this view.”

“Nobody has ever prepared a picnic for me before.”

“That’s a shame,” I tell her. “It’s about time you enjoyed one then. Come. Sit.”

She does and for the next couple of hours, we enjoy good food, good wine, and good conversation. We laugh and talk and share with each other, deepening that sense of connection I have with her. It’s like nothing else in the world exists but us. Elodie looks at me with adoration and a gleam in her eyes that makes my heart swell. It’s been a good day.

“Thank you for today,” Elodie says. “It’s been almost perfect.”

“Almost?”

“Almost,” she purrs.

She gets up off the blanket, pushes me down onto my back, and straddles me. Leaning down, she gives me a slow, sensual kiss, and I stiffen beneath her. A lascivious little curl to her lips, she grinds herself against me. Elodie surprises me by taking off her t-shirt and bra, taking my hands and putting them on her full, round tits. I look up at her at the way the sun beating down on us makes her hair shine like gold and her skin glow with an inner light of its own. She’s ethereal. Angelic.

And she’s mine.

“Sex in public has always been on my bucket list,” she says.

“I like the way you think.”

Elodie quickly gets to her feet and takes her shorts off, tossing them to the side. Moving just as quickly, my clothes join hers. Rather than letting me take her in my arms, she pushes me back down to the ground, a playful hunger on her face. She straddles me again and grabs my shaft, looking me in the eye as she gives me a few firm strokes. A small sigh passes her lips as she rubs the tip of my cock against her swollen button, teasing herself with it.

“Dirty girl,” I say.

“I am.”

She’s dripping wet and her juices glisten on the head of my cock like tiny jewels. Elodie raises her hips and slips the head into her opening. She lowers herself slowly, taking me into her deliberately, still trying to get used to being stretched open. She’s so fucking tight though and slipping into her is fucking glorious. When she’s seated on top of me, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes sparkle.

“I will never not love this,” she says.

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