Forbidden Heat In The Tent

CHAPTER 2: MILK ON DADDY'S COCK

JOANNA POV

Knox switched nipples, sucking deeper, teeth grazing just enough to make me shake. Then his big hands cupped both breasts, squeezing firm, thumbs rubbing slow circles over the wet spots he’d left.

“These perfect tits, soft and big” he muttered. “Been dreaming about them way too long.”

I threw my head back, rocking faster, holding his thighs for balance. “And you didn't dare to make the first move,” I whispered, half teasing, half moaning.

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me.

“Didn’t know if my little girl wanted her Daddy this bad.” His mouth closed over my nipple again, sucking hard while his hands slid down my sides, over my hips, and grabbed my ass roughly, pulling me tighter against his cock.

I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me. It felt so sweet, so perfect, even as guilt tore at the edges of my mind. I kept imagining Mom stepping out of the tent. My heart raced with fear, but my body only wanted more.

His fingers slipped under my shorts, tracing the cheeks of my ass, brushing my soaked panties. I bit my lip to stay quiet as he teased my ass with his finger.

“Want Daddy’s fingers inside that pretty pussy?” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and teasing.

“Yes… please, Daddy,” I breathed, my voice trembling with need.

“Good girl. Stand up. Turn around. I want to feel just how wet you are for me.”

My legs shook as I rose. Before he could say another word, I hooked my fingers into my shorts and panties, shoving them down in one desperate motion and kicking them aside. The cool night air kissed my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my thighs.

“Fuck,” he groaned softly, his gaze locked on my exposed pussy. “Such a needy little slut for Daddy.”

I stole a quick glance at the tent—dark and still, no sign of movement. Please stay asleep, Mom. Please don’t wake up.

"Sit on me, baby" he ordered, wiping his tongue over his lips like a predator that couldn't wait to devour his prey.

I lowered myself carefully, settling between his spread legs, my back pressing against the solid heat of his chest. His cock throbbed against my lower back, hard and insistent. His arms wrapped around me immediately—one hand cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple, the other sliding straight between my thighs.

“So wet for Daddy,” he murmured, lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. “If we’re careful, your mom won’t hear a thing. Just stay quiet for me, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He spread my thighs wider over his, opening me completely. Two thick fingers traced my slick folds, circling my clit before plunging deep inside. I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder.

He turned my face to his and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, swallowing every sound as his fingers began to pump—slow, deep, relentless. He curled them just right, stroking that perfect spot that sent sparks exploding behind my eyes.

If his fingers feel this good, his cock will ruin me forever. And God, I want it. I want him to ruin me.

I was climbing fast, hips grinding against his hand, when he suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers.

I whined into his kiss. “Daddy, no…”

“Not yet,” he growled. “I need my cock in you. Now.”

My eyes went wide. “Here?”

“Right here.” He lifted me off his lap. I stood on shaky legs, watching as he shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered as he gave it a few slow strokes.

“Bend over, baby. Hands on the rock.”

My heart hammered in my chest. I bent forward, palms flat against the cool, rough surface, ass raised high. From this angle, the tent loomed straight ahead in the darkness. The sight sent a twisted rush of fear and excitement twisting through my stomach.

He stepped in close behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. He didn’t push in yet. Instead, he balled up his t-shirt and pressed it gently to my lips.

“Bite down on this, baby girl,” he whispered. “We don’t want you screaming and waking your mom.”

I took the fabric between my teeth, tasting his sweat and skin. Then he thrust in—one long, slow glide that stretched me wide and filled me completely. My eyes watered; a muffled moan vibrated into the cloth. He bottomed out and stilled, hands stroking my hips soothingly as I adjusted to his size.

Then he started moving. Deep, steady strokes that dragged over every sensitive ridge inside me. I stared ahead at the tent, watching obsessively for any flicker of movement, any sign of light. Nothing—just darkness. But knowing Mom was sleeping so close while Daddy fucked me so perfectly made my head spin. So sweet. He fucked so well, hitting deep every time. Was this what Mom got every night? Did she know how lucky she was? The jealousy burned hot, mixing with guilt, but it only made me push back harder, chasing more.

His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me onto him with each thrust. Quiet, slick sounds filled the night, mingling with our ragged breaths.

“That’s it,” he grunted softly. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

I moaned into the shirt, nodding frantically, lost in how perfectly he filled me.

"Want you milk on daddy's cock"

He sped up, driving deeper, one hand sliding around to rub tight circles over my clit.

The pleasure built huge and unstoppable. I came hard, my pussy clenching around him in waves, biting down on the fabric to stifle my cries as my body shook.

He groaned low, thrusts growing erratic. “Gonna come inside you, baby… fuck…”

Hot pulses flooded me as he buried himself deep, his body shuddering against mine.

The sensation tipped me into another orgasm, my walls milking him as I trembled, eyes fixed dreamily on the tent the entire time.

He stayed buried for a moment, both of us panting. Slowly, he pulled out, his cum trickling warm down my thigh. I straightened on wobbly legs and turned—my gaze dropping to his cock, still glistening with our mixed release. A sudden, maddening hunger surged through me. Before I could think, I sank to my knees.

He looked down, surprise flashing in his eyes. “Baby…”

“I want to taste us,” I whispered, gazing up at him. “I want to taste you, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened with fresh hunger. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me. You’re going to make me crave you even more.”

I leaned in and took his softening cock into my mouth, licking slowly, savoring the salty-sweet mix of us. I sucked gently, cleaning every drop, feeling him twitch and harden again under my tongue.

He groaned, his fingers threading into my hair. “Your mouth is fucking perfect, baby girl. So hot and wet… making Daddy hard all over again.”

I looked up at him through my lashes as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. He bit his lower lip and that gorgeous face of his taut with pleasure, his dark hair falling across his forehead. God, he was beautiful. I wished—ached—with every fiber of my being that he wasn’t my mother’s husband. That he’d never met her, never married her. That he could be mine alone, without this crushing guilt gnawing at my insides.

I cupped his balls gently, humming around him as I bobbed faster. He began thrusting carefully, his hand tightening in my hair, guiding me. I gagged softly when he hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. I wanted it. Wanted to please him completely.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Take it… just like that…”

I was utterly lost in him, one hand between my own thighs now, touching myself to the rhythm, when suddenly—

“Knox? Joanna?”

Mom’s voice cut through the quiet night, drifting from the direction of the tent.

We froze.

My mouth full of his cock, his hand still knotted in my hair, we stared at each other in wide-eyed panic.

She called again. “Where are you guys?”

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might burst. Oh God, oh God. This was it. We were caught. Everything was over