Page 29 of Wild Daddy

Her eyes go wide as I strip out of my clothes, but she doesn't look away. If anything, she watches with the same focused intensity she brings to everything else, like she's memorizing every detail.

"God, how do you look bigger?" she asks with a mixture of fear and awe when I'm finally naked in front of her.

"And you're so small."

Christ. No condom. Every rational part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, to think this through. But she's nineteen, on the fucking enemy pill her controlling parents put her on to keep her from making any mistakes. And the primitive part of me that has already claimed her as mine wants to mark her completely, to fill her with my seed and make her truly mine.

But looking at her face, so young and trusting, I realize something that cuts through the breeding haze. She isn't ready for that. Not because of her body—her body is perfect and willing—but because she's spent her whole life being someone else's good girl. She needs time to figure out who she is when she doesn't have to be what everyone else expects of her.

She needs to be little first. The breeding rage inside me fights to come forward, but I’ll always put her needs first.

"We're going to take this slow."

"I don't want slow."

“I’m very focused on what you want, baby, but sometimes it’s what you need that’s going to be a priority, and fast and hard is not what you need. Trust Daddy on this.”

Color creeps across her cheeks like rising heat. She doesn't object. Just sits there, letting me work, her gaze locked on mymouth. Virgin. That word doesn't even cover it. She's untouched and overthinking it like a final exam. Which, honestly, tracks.

Her skin is cool, soft, and unexpectedly strong beneath my hands. I kneel, bracing myself on either side of her. She isn't built like the women who crowd dive bars for flannel and testosterone in Wildfire looking for a tourist distraction. She’s authentic. Soft and full of youth an old fuck like me doesn’t deserve.

"God," I murmur, eyes dragging down her body. "You're something else."

Her flush deepens. Lips part. "Something else?"

"You’re not just beautiful, you’re young. My youth ran away a long time ago." I run a finger along the line of her thigh.

“I like you just like this.” She reaches up to play with the hair at my temples. “I’ve never been attracted to boys. I guess having daddy issues is a real thing, but because I don’t see age, I just see someone that makes my belly roll and I want to crawl inside you and live sometimes. I know that sounds pathetic and needy, but it’s true. You feel like home.” She grins on a shrug. “A home that has crooked gutters and needs a fresh coat of paint, but still…home.”

“Why does that make my dick even harder?” I shake my head. “You just basically told me I’m half broken down and you still want me. I’m never going to stop fucking you, you know that right? I can’t imagine a day without my dick inside you.”

“Well, wild Daddy, show me what you’re made of.”

I chuckle. “I’m going to fill you with what I’m made of baby.” I step forward, my cock right at mouth level with her sitting on the bench, toes turned inward like a cherub waiting. “First, let’s put that mouth to work for a bit. Get your head straight. Daddy’s cock is always your safe place. Remember that.”

She looks up, eyes questioning.

"You want to know what to do with it?"

She shakes her head.

"Here." I guide the tip to her plump little lips. “Like when I fed you remember? You just let me take care of you, but you’re also taking care of me.”

She swallows hard as I guide her hand to the base. Her touch almost making me blow my load right there.

"It’s… throbbing."

"For you. Now open up."

She does, hesitant but brave. Her mouth wraps around the head, and I groan low. She’s unpracticed. Wet. Warm. Fantastic.

"Good," I murmur. "Just like that. Let your tongue explore."

She follows directions like she's cramming for finals. Careful flicks. Slow circles. She sucks experimentally and I nearly lose my mind.

"More pressure. A little twist. Yeah, just like that."

She adjusts, brows furrowing in focus. It's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth around me, her brain catching up to her body, her whole self in the moment. Tits bouncing, toes curled with the effort.

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