Forbidden Heat In The Tent

CHAPTER 5: COME ON DADDY'S FACE

JOANNA POV

By the time I reached the campsite, tears pricked my eyes along with the ache between my legs. I unzipped the tent, crawled inside, and collapsed onto my sleeping bag.

The quiet pressed in. I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to ignore the ache. But I failed. Closing my eyes, let the memories flood back: his rough grip, the stretch and burn, the low groan when he came deep inside me. My hand slid under the hem of my dress without permission, fingers brushing damp cotton. Soaked. Of course.

I rubbed slow circles at first, then harder, hips rocking into my own touch. I pictured him behind me again, driving in relentless, claiming. My breath hitched.

“Fuck me, Daddy…” I whispered to the empty tent, the words cracking with need. ''Harder, please..."

I plunged two fingers inside, thrusting fast, chasing the ghost of him until I shattered—coming with a muffled cry, tears pricking my eyes because it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Minutes later, the tent flap rustled.

I shot upright, heart slamming against my ribs.

Knox ducked inside, zipping the flap shut behind him. His chest heaved; he’d run the whole way back down here.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, scooting back against the tent wall.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, eyes dark and stormy. “I made up some excuse—said I forgot something at camp. She’s still up there, chatting with that other family.”

“You left her alone up there?”

“She’s fine.” He reached for me. “Baby, I’m so sorry about last night.

I jerked away. “Don’t touch me. You just… ran.”

“I know.” He reached for my hand; I jerked it away. “I’m sorry. I was scared for you more than me. If she caught us together…” He shook his head. “I couldn’t let her hurt you.”

He inched closer, eyes pleading. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you once. Not through breakfast, not on that damn trail. Seeing you in this dress…” His gaze dragged down my body, hungry. “Knowing what’s underneath. How tight and perfect you feel around me.”

I shook my head, but my body betrayed me instantly—nipples peaking against thin cotton, heat flooding fresh between my legs. “You acted like nothing happened this morning. Laughing with her. Touching her.”

“I had to,” he said softly. “We have to be careful. But it killed me, pretending.”

He leaned in, lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. I shivered violently. “Forgive Daddy?” he murmured. “Please?”

I wanted to hold onto the anger. God, I did. But his mouth on my skin ignited me like dry tinder. I melted into him without meaning to.

Daddy…” It slipped out, raw and pleading.

He pulled back, his thumb brushing my cheek, then trailing down to my lower lip. “Tell me to leave, Joanna,” he murmured. “Say it, and I will.”

I stayed silent.

That was all the permission he needed. He pulled me into a slow, deep kiss—tongue sliding against mine, tasting faintly of coffee and want. His palm skimmed up my thigh, under the dress, fingers teasing the edge of my soaked panties.

“Already dripping for me,” he whispered against my lips. “My good girl.”

He eased me onto my back, settling between my thighs as they parted on instinct. The hard ridge of his cock ground against my core through his shorts, dragging a desperate sound from my throat.

“What if Mom comes back early?” I breathed, fear spiking even as I arched into him. “It’s broad daylight. Anyone could hear us. The tent walls are thin—if someone walks by…”

“We’ll be quiet,” he promised, but his voice was rough with want. "Just need to taste you. Been starving for it.”

He kissed down my body, bunching the dress at my waist. Hooked my panties and dragged them off slowly, cool air kissing bare skin before his hot mouth followed.

He kissed down my body, pushing my dress up to my waist. Hooked his fingers in my panties and slid them off. Cool air hit my bare pussy, then his hot mouth.

The first lick made my back bow off the sleeping bag. “Oh Daddy…”

“Daddy…”

“Shh.” He hummed against me, tongue circling my clit with devastating precision. “So sweet. Missed this perfect pussy.”

He sucked gently, then harder, tongue spearing inside me while his thumb worked tight circles. I threaded fingers through his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face.

If Mom unzips the tent right now—if she sees her husband on his knees devouring her daughter’s pussy like it’s his last meal—everything shatters. The thought should have terrified me into stopping. Instead, the danger sharpened every sensation, made the pleasure almost unbearable.

Daddy… please,” I whimpered, struggling to keep my voice down. “I’m close…”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. “Come for me, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s tongue.”

The orgasm crashed over me hard and sudden. I bit down on my own wrist to muffle the cry, thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave tore through me. He licked me gently through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless and oversensitive. Then he crawled back up, kissing me deep so I could taste myself on his tongue.

"See?" he whispered. "We can do this. Careful, but we can."

I nodded, breathless, pulling him closer. But deep down, the fear lingered—what if next time we weren't so lucky?

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, rolling his hips again, letting me feel how hard he still was. My core throbbed in answer. “Can’t get enough of you.”

We both froze at the sound of voices outside—distant, but too close for comfort.

“Later,” he whispered, nipping my ear. “I promise. We’ll find time.”

He slipped out of the tent as quietly as he’d come in, leaving me breathless and aching. I fixed my gown, pulled my panties back on, and lay there staring at the tent ceiling. My mind spun. What were we doing? This wasn’t just a one-time mistake anymore. It was becoming something dangerous, addictive. And the worst part? I didn’t want it to stop.