Page 49 of Wild Daddy

All I can do is nod as I sink down. His hand doesn’t leave my hair, in fact it grips tighter as I kneel, controlling every movement.

“Hand between those legs. I bet you’re good and wet for me already, aren’t you, teach? Ready for Daddy’s big cock.” He watches as I put my hand between my legs, finding myself soaked. “Go ahead, start playing with that tight little girl cunt, that pretty swollen clit.”

He unzips with his free hand as I follow his instructions, and without a word my face is shoved against his dick. I open without question, letting him slide inside my mouth as I masturbate.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck…” He starts to moan as I suck him off, my head dragged back and forth by the hair, the pinprick stingsmixing with the throbbing heat of my pussy as I play with myself, surrounded by my toys, by my games, and by my studies.

“Have you made a decision yet, Marley?” he asks as he fucks my face. I nod my head. “Use your words.”

“I’m meant to be out there, telling stories,” I say, though with my mouth full of cock it comes out about as understandable as you’d imagine.

“Good girl,” he praises, the hair pulling turning gentle for a moment, and I feel my body clench. “A decision just for you, made by you. I’m proud of you, baby.”

I smile around his dick, mumbling a thank you that has drool spilling from my mouth.

In some ways, I loved my academic work. Maybe one day I’ll go back to it. But right now, I want to follow my heart, and that’s leading me into the field. I’m not under any illusions that investigative journalism is going to be easy. There will be difficult days and heartache ahead, but we’ll get through it together.

Dr. Brooks introduced me to so many amazing people, people who’ve encouraged me to follow my own path, and they’ve given me resources and contacts that would have taken a decade to build on my own.

I’m lucky. I know that. And I’m living my best life.

“Suck harder,” Cade says, and I do. At the same time, I start moving my hand faster between my legs, rocking my hips as the end draws near.

When I crash over the edge into an orgasm, Cade spurts right down my throat. What I can’t catch in my mouth drips into my palm, and I rub it into my pussy as I continue to suck, taking everything he’s got to give. I came off the pill 6 months ago, and I haven’t looked back, and we’ve done enough fucking to put a whole orchestra of babies inside me, but who knows, the cumI’m rubbing into my pussy right now might be the thing that tips the balance.

Because I’m no longer afraid to follow my heart or fight for what I want.

With Daddy by my side, how can I lose?

Thirteen

Marley

Epilogue ~ Two Year Later

"This is insane," I say, checking my equipment for the third time. "This is absolutely insane."

"This is Tuesday," Cade replies calmly, adjusting my harness with the practiced efficiency of someone who's been keeping me alive in ridiculous situations for two years. "You wanted to interview extreme athletes. This is what extreme athletes do."

"I meant rock climbers and base jumpers, not..." I gesture helplessly at the cliff face we're about to rappel down. "Not whatever this is."

"This is a story," he says, that familiar authority creeping into his voice that still makes my knees weak. "The story you've been chasing for six months about illegal cliff diving in remote locations."

"I could have interviewed them from the ground."

"You could have." He checks my rope one more time, then tilts my chin up so I have to look at him. "But that's not who you are anymore, is it, little girl?"

The endearment hits me like it always does, making me remember exactly who I've become in his hands. The journalist who's won three awards in the past year for immersive reporting. The woman who follows stories into war zones and natural disasters and the kinds of places that require wilderness survival skills.

The woman who's brave enough to trust her mountain man to keep her safe while she chases the truth.

"Besides," Cade continues, his grin turning wicked, "I like having you on a rope."

"We are not having this conversation while I'm wearing climbing gear."

"Aren't we?" His hands are already moving to check my harness, but his touch lingers in ways that have nothing to do with safety and everything to do with the fact that he still owns me completely. "Because I'm thinking tonight, after you get your story, I might keep you in this harness for a while."

"Cade." My protest is breathless, needy.

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