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Oh god! She couldn’t do something like that with him watching. What had she been thinking? He must have felt her stiffen. Before she knew it, his hand was on hers.

“Here, babygirl. Let Daddy help.”

He slid both their hands lower, lifting her skirt and slipping underneath her panties. His control over her was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced in her life. He didn’t stop until her finger rested over her clit. It was already slick with her arousal.

That would have embarrassed her, but before she could register any emotion except pleasure, he muttered, “Fuck, you’re so wet, Bluebell. It’s damn sexy.”

When he pressed her finger down, rolling it over and around her clit, she didn’t bother trying to hold back her whimpers and groans. This was nothing like the times she’d tried before.

Her hips fell into a natural rhythm, matching the swirls and strokes of her finger. She arched away from him, unable to hold herself down. “Daddy,” she groaned.

“Daddy’s got you, babygirl,” he said. “You are so damn hot. I want my mouth on you as soon as possible.”

His words ramped up her excitement to an almost fevered pitch. She pictured his tongue replacing her finger and pressed harder, circling faster.

“Are you close, babygirl?”

She had to be. If something didn’t happen soon, she was going to combust into flames. “I think so, Daddy. I need… I don’t know… I need.”

“Let’s take it higher, babygirl. Slide your hand down and put your finger inside,” he said.

“What? Noooo! I like this.” This was great. This was incredible. Nothing could be better than what she was feeling. Anything more might kill her.

“Do as Daddy says, naughty girl. Slide your finger into that wet pussy.”

His stern command had her sliding her finger lower, curving one slender digit and slipping it inside her soaking wet kitty.

The tight muscles of her sex clutched at her finger as she thrust it in and out. Each time, she deepened her movements until she found a spot that had her scream.

“Fuck, I need my cock inside that pussy of yours. That’s it. Faster, babygirl. Harder.”

She followed his directions, dancing on the edge of a cliff.

Then his fingers were back on her clit. He circled once, then pinched the bundle of nerves between his fingers, wet with her slick.

She exploded as she came. He held her as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her. It was the most intense experience of her life. As she drifted back to reality, he stroked her hair and told her how proud he was of her.

Sliding his hand back under her panties, he pulled her hand away from her sex and brought it to his lips. She stared at him as he sucked her glistening finger into his mouth and licked it clean. He was the perfect Daddy, and he was all hers.

Temporary Daddy, she reminded herself.

Her temporary Daddy. She had to remember he hadn’t been talking about forever, just until they got back to land. But he’d talked about Wyoming and his ranch. So, maybe there could be more.

She didn’t want to giggle anymore.

Luckily, Boone broke the silence. “I'm not sure where you just went in your head, Bluebell, but I’d like to find out. For now, do you see that dot on the horizon to the right? That’s our ride home,Midnight’s Mistress.”

It took a minute, but she found it. “I see it. Thank goodness,” she said. “It must be huge. The bigger, the better, as far as I’m concerned.”

As soon as she said the words, she froze. Froze practically sitting on his rock hard cock. His “dear god, please don’t get any bigger” rock hard cock.

She wanted to look at him over her shoulder, but she didn’t dare. Not until she felt his body start to shake with silent laughter. At least she assumed it was silent laughter, which he confirmed seconds later as he burst out laughing. She had never heard anything so wonderful in her life. She was so caught up in the warm, resonating tone she almost missed the last of her tension evaporating.

It must have been contagious because before she knew it, she was laughing, too. She hadn’t laughed in years, not like that. Her stomach hurt, but she kept laughing. Tears coursed down her face, and she still couldn’t contain her laughter.

“I can be funny,” Boone said, “but I’ve never been that funny. You okay, Bluebell?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m better than okay. You can be very, very funny.”