Tickle me

When I came back to our camp, the car was gone. So were Mom and Henry. Daddy sat on one of the logs around the fire pit.

When I walked into the clearing, he stood and handed me my backpack.

"They're going into town for supplies while you and I go hiking."

I smiled and took the backpack. Daddy took my hand and led me from the camp. We didn't talk much as we walked, and it seemed Daddy was in a hurry.

"Where are we going?"

"Far enough from the campsite that they won't hear you if they get back before I want them to."

"Daddy," I whispered.

"Fuck." He stopped to adjust himself. "I love it when you call me that."

He pulled me along for about ten more minutes until we came to a small clearing. He'd always seemed more chill than my mom, but this powerful side of him turned me on more than his easy-going side did.

"Take off your clothes," he said as he dropped his backpack. "Now," he said when I hesitated.

I was already wet as I stripped off my shirt. Daddy pulled a small blanket from his backpack and laid it down over the grass.

He turned and watched me as I pushed down my shorts and undies, leaving me fully naked since I hadn't had a chance to put on a bra.

His eyes raked over every inch of me as he started to take off his clothes. I had seen him in nothing but board shorts plenty of times when we had gone swimming, but when he revealed his ripped chest this time, it was different.

Maybe it was because I knew he was going to fuck me.

Maybe it was because I let my imagination run free, picturing myself outlining every muscular delineation with my tongue.

"On the blanket," he said as he reached for the button on his shorts.

I knew he wanted me to lie down, but instead, I knelt before him. I unzipped his shorts as he flicked the button open. I pulled down his shorts and his underwear, letting his erection spring free.

Daddy must have approved of my change of plans, because he cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward him.

"Show me," he said. "Show me how much you want me."

I smiled. I wanted him very badly. Leaning forward, I licked the drop of precum from his slit. Flattening my tongue, I continued to give kitten licks to the head of his cock.

I flicked the rim under the red mushroom head of his dick.

Daddy groaned. Sucked the skin at the base of his erection, then worked my way up with a trail of wet kisses.

"Stop playing, Jessa," he growled. "I need to see those full lips stretched around my cock."

I smirked up at him for a moment before leaning forward with my mouth open. I swallowed as much of him as I could in one pass.

When I gagged, he groaned and punched his hips forward, causing me to gag again.

"Fuck. So hot," he said.

Daddy brushed my hair back from my face as he slid his length over my tongue. He was big enough that he stretched my lips to capacity.

His hands were gentle, but his hips were rough. No one had ever used my mouth the way he did. He watched me while he thrust again and again and again.

He tipped my head up to an angle that allowed him to slide the last few inches of his length down my throat. I couldn't breathe, but the animalistic groan that wrenched from his mouth kept me grounded.

After a moment, he pulled back enough to let me breathe, then thrust in again. He looked down at me with such lust in his eyes, I pressed my thighs together. They were slick with my wetness.

"So pretty, with your mouth stretched around my cock," he whispered.

Then he thrust back in to the hilt. I held his gaze as I gagged a little, then swallowed.

Daddy's eyes rolled back into his head. He groaned. "Here it comes, baby. Swallow every drop."

The first spurt hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

The tightening around the head of his cock had him cursing as he emptied himself, and I tried to swallow every drop, just as he'd instructed.

***

When his orgasm faded, Daddy knelt in front of me.

He cupped my cheeks in his palms as he thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. When his orgasm faded, Daddy knelt in front of me. He cupped my cheeks in his palms as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close.

Daddy's hands rubbed down my back, kneading my ass as he kissed me.

It was the hottest, hungriest make-out session I'd ever had. Cupping the back of my head, Daddy lay me down on the blanket.

"I want to taste every fucking inch of your skin, but we don't have time.

So I'm just going to concentrate on this sweet little pussy."

As he said that last word, Daddy slid his hand between my legs.

"Fuck, Jessa," he groaned when he felt how wet my thighs were.

Daddy moved down my body with a trail of open-mouthed kisses. He paused for a moment at my breasts, sucking and flicking my nipples as his fingers slid inside me.

"Daddy, please," I begged.

He kissed my ribs. He dipped his tongue into my belly button, causing a laugh to burst from my lungs.

"You always were ticklish," he teased as his mouth moved lower.

Wantonly, I spread my legs wide, and Daddy groaned. He watched his hand as his fingers slid in and out at a slow, steady pace. He licked his lips.

I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too.

"Daddy," I whispered.

"Keep calling me that. You're making me hard again already. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast once I make you come with my mouth."

My hips lifted from the blanket as my internal muscles squeezed his fingers.

I'd never figured he'd be so dominating. I loved it. I loved his dirty, dirty mouth, and I wanted it on me in the worst way.

Daddy lowered to his stomach and started licking my inner thighs clean.

My breaths sawed in and out in anticipation as he worked his way toward the apex of my thighs.