I’m Yours All Summer Daddy

But he still didn’t let go. He didn’t step back. His thumb brushed my arm like he couldn’t help it, eyes burning into mine with that raging loyalty fighting the beast that wanted to throw me down and claim me right here. “You need to unpack and stay in this room until dinner. I’m serious.”

I smiled all bratty and pressed even closer as I rolled my hips again. “Then why is your cock so hard for me right now, Knox? Why aren’t you pushing me away? What if I drop to my knees right here and suck you off before dinner? Would you stop me, Daddy? Or would you fist my hair and fuck my throat like you’ve been wanting to since I walked up? Come on… be honest with me for once.”

His hand slid up to my throat, not squeezing hard but holding me there, thumb brushing my racing pulse. “You’re going to get us both in so much fucking trouble, little girl,” he rasped, forehead almost touching mine. “I’m not the man you think I am. I don’t break rules. Especially not this one. Unpack. Dinner at seven. And stay the fuck out of my way if you know what’s good for you… before I do something we’ll both regret.”

He let go like I burned him and stepped back. For a second I thought he might snap anyway, shove me onto the bed and give me exactly what my soaked pussy was begging for.

But he turned sharply, raking a hand through his hair as he headed for the door.

He paused in the doorway. “What would you like to eat tonight, Alice?”

I smiled, biting my lip as I let my eyes drop pointedly to the thick outline of his hard dick. “Cum,” I said sweetly.

“Your cum, Daddy. Straight down my throat or pumped deep in my tight little pussy. That’s what I’m hungry for.”

Knox froze. His shoulders tensed so hard I heard the faint pop of his knuckles as his fists clenched at his sides.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

He slammed the door hard behind him.

I sank down onto the edge of the bed. “Oh my god… oh my fucking god,” I whispered to myself, pressing my thighs together because I was still throbbing and soaked. “What the hell did I just do?

This summer is gonna be absolute chaos… just thinking it makes me wetter. Should I unpack or go downstairs in something even tinier just to watch him lose his mind at dinner? God, I’m already obsessed. What if I wear nothing but his shirt later?

What if I ‘accidentally’ walk out of the shower naked? What if I leave my door open while I change? What if I sit on his lap at dinner and grind on that thick cock until he snaps and fucks me right on the table? He’s gonna snap. I can feel it. And when he does… I’m gonna let him destroy me in every way I’ve dreamed about.

I want him to lose control and claim me so hard the whole cabin hears me screaming his name.”

I flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, biting my lip hard while my mind replayed every growl.

The thought of him downstairs trying to act normal while his cock was probably still hard because of me made me giggle and moan at the same time.

Yall wait and see what the summer holds for me. Trust me you’ll get soaked. Because if I can make a man like Knox Vance..all that control, all that honor..lose his mind and fuck his best friend’s daughter raw… then baby, you’re gonna feel every single dirty second right along with me.

The stares. The almost-touches. The way his voice drops when he growls my name. The moment he finally snaps and gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for. This summer is gonna be nasty, delicious, and completely ruined in the best way possible. I can’t fucking wait!!