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But looking at her face, so young and trusting, I realize something that cuts through the breeding haze.

She isn't ready for that. Not because of her body—her body is perfect and willing—but because she's spent her whole life being someone else's good girl.

She needs time to figure out who she is when she doesn't have to be what everyone else expects of her.

She needs to be little first. The breeding rage inside me fights to come forward, but I’ll always put her needs first.

"We're going to take this slow."

"I don't want slow."

“I’m very focused on what you want, baby, but sometimes it’s what you need that’s going to be a priority, and fast and hard is not what you need. Trust Daddy on this.”

Color creeps across her cheeks like rising heat. She doesn't object. Just sits there, letting me work, her gaze locked on my mouth. Virgin. That word doesn't even cover it. She's untouched and overthinking it like a final exam. Which, honestly, tracks.

Her skin is cool, soft, and unexpectedly strong beneath my hands.

I kneel, bracing myself on either side of her.

She isn't built like the women who crowd dive bars for flannel and testosterone in Wildfire looking for a tourist distraction. She’s authentic.

Soft and full of youth an old fuck like me doesn’t deserve.

"God," I murmur, eyes dragging down her body. "You're something else."

Her flush deepens. Lips part. "Something else?"

"You’re not just beautiful, you’re young. My youth ran away a long time ago." I run a finger along the line of her thigh.

“I like you just like this.” She reaches up to play with the hair at my temples.

“I’ve never been attracted to boys. I guess having daddy issues is a real thing, but because I don’t see age, I just see someone that makes my belly roll and I want to crawl inside you and live sometimes.

I know that sounds pathetic and needy, but it’s true.

You feel like home.” She grins on a shrug.

“A home that has crooked gutters and needs a fresh coat of paint, but still…home.”

“Why does that make my dick even harder?” I shake my head. “You just basically told me I’m half broken down and you still want me. I’m never going to stop fucking you, you know that right? I can’t imagine a day without my dick inside you.”

“Well, wild Daddy, show me what you’re made of.”

I chuckle. “I’m going to fill you with what I’m made of baby.

” I step forward, my cock right at mouth level with her sitting on the bench, toes turned inward like a cherub waiting.

“First, let’s put that mouth to work for a bit.

Get your head straight. Daddy’s cock is always your safe place. Remember that.”

She looks up, eyes questioning.

"You want to know what to do with it?"

She shakes her head.

"Here." I guide the tip to her plump little lips. “Like when I fed you remember? You just let me take care of you, but you’re also taking care of me.”

She swallows hard as I guide her hand to the base. Her touch almost making me blow my load right there.

"It’s… throbbing."

"For you. Now open up."

She does, hesitant but brave. Her mouth wraps around the head, and I groan low. She’s unpracticed. Wet. Warm. Fantastic.

"Good," I murmur. "Just like that. Let your tongue explore."

She follows directions like she's cramming for finals. Careful flicks. Slow circles. She sucks experimentally and I nearly lose my mind.

"More pressure. A little twist. Yeah, just like that."

She adjusts, brows furrowing in focus. It's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth around me, her brain catching up to her body, her whole self in the moment. Tits bouncing, toes curled with the effort.

"Jesus. You’re… terrifyingly good at this."

Her lips slide down a little farther. I groan. Guide her by the hair, but not hard. Just enough to say I’m here.

"Gonna stop now. Not 'cause it isn't perfect, but because I need you on my face."

Her head jerks up. "What?"

I take her hand, grab some of the blankets from the shelf and kick them open on the floor, then lay down. "Come here with that sweet pussy." I pat my chest. "Knees on either side. Right now."

She hesitates. "Like… sit on you?"

"Exactly like that. You trust me, right?"

She nods, breath catching. Lowering herself into position, thighs bracketing my face, hesitant until she feels my hands on her hips.

"There you go," I murmur. "Just relax. I’ll take care of the rest."

Her weight settles slowly. The scent of her hits me first—warm, sweet, wild. Then the taste. I groan, low and rough, hands tightening just enough to hold her steady. She gasps as my tongue strokes through her, tentative at first. Then deeper.

The thick wool blanket beneath me shifts as she rocks forward, catching under my elbow and nearly taking my balance. I grunt, adjusting, my spine pressing into the hardwood. Not exactly ideal ergonomics. But the view? Flawless.

Her hands dig into my hair. Her hips shift. She moans, high and breathless.

"You're… really good at this," she says between pants.

I grin into her. "Old dog, old tricks. Out of practice though. Thankful for that. Feels brand new with you baby."

"Like how old?" She asks. “I never asked how old you were?”

"Old enough to know exactly what makes you shake like that. Now shut up and come on Daddy’s face."

She whimpers. Her thighs begin to tremble. She rocks forward without thinking, riding each flick of my tongue.

She stiffens above me, her thighs trembling on either side of my face. Then she shatters. A strangled moan rips out of her throat, and I feel the first sudden gush hit my tongue. Her hips kick it up a notch, little girl’s getting into it and I’m in pussy heaven.

She floods my face, mouth, down my neck—hot, surprising, uncontrolled. Her whole body locks up, like a live wire, muscles drawn tight with impossible tension.

"Oh my god," she gasps, voice cracking. Another rush follows. Her thighs clamp around my head and she starts to shake, her hips jerking in confused rhythm. "I—I think I just... Cade!"

I don’t stop. I slow down, lapping gently, anchoring her as she rides out the flood. My hands hold her steady as her body loses all grace and control. Liquid slicks down my cheeks, my jaw, soaking me. She's panting like she’s been running. Dazed. Unraveled.

"That was... female ejaculation," she breathes, half in shock, half in awe. "I read about it but I thought it was—"

"Rare? Mythical? Fake porn science?" I murmur against her inner thigh. "Nope. Very real. Very hot. And you're fucking magnificent."

She looks down at me, wide-eyed, a little horrified. "I just—got you completely wet. Like. Everything."

"Soak me," I say, licking the last taste of her from my lips. "Every time. I want it messy. I want all of it. That? That was better than any goddamn fantasy I've ever had."

Her breathing is uneven, but she grins. Barely.

"Academically speaking," she mumbles, collapsing forward, "I may require a peer-reviewed follow-up."

"You’ll get one," I promise, easing her back down to the blankets. "Every time you ask."

I guide her down, kissing the inside of her knee as I shift her to the blankets. Her breathing is shallow, but she’s glowing.

"I can read you," I say. "You’re ready.”

“Missionary, right?” She asks, eyes glazed. “Research says it’s the easier angle for first time. Less risk of tearing."

I blink. "Marley. Stop quoting WebMD."

She laughs, then gasps when I run my fingers over her slick heat.

She looks up at me, serious now. "I want it. All of it."

I nod. The warmth of her cunt against my cock is fucking perfect. Damp, pulsing, velvet-soft. I pause.

"You okay?"

She nods, her breath catching. "Yeah. Just… go slow. No, I mean, fast. Like tearing off a Band-Aid. I think fast pain is better than slow. I should have done more research, I’m not sure--"

“Jesus, baby. So sexy. Talk nerdy to me.”

I grit my teeth as I push forward, easing into her by fractions. Her resistance is gone in the first push, making her wince as I pause, more for my own sanity than hers because it feels so fucking good, I’m about to lose my mind.

The first inch nearly undoes me. My jaw locks. Muscles seize along my back. My hands clench into fists, jaw tight as I keep from driving forward. Her gasp rips through the quiet room, sharp and startled, her hands flying to my biceps.

“Open wider” I growl through my teeth. “You’re so fucking small. I need all the room I can get.”

Her legs twitch as she widens her knees. Her back arches under me, and I feel the quiver in her thighs where they tighten against my hips.

The walls creak as the wind howls as I fuck into her. The trees groan around us. Lightning snaps, throwing flickering light over her half lidded eyes. She looks like some wild forest nymph from my dreams.

"You’re doing so good," I murmur, the words coming out strangled. My voice is sandpaper. "So tight, baby. Breathe with me."

Her breath stutters. Then steadies.

I move another inch, and the pressure claws down my spine. I fight the full-body urge to take, to pump pump pump.

Sweat beads at the base of my neck. Every muscle in my thighs is drawn taut. I can feel a vein pulsing in my temple. Her walls are slick, clinging, resisting and yielding all at once.

She whimpers but nods again, threading her fingers through my hair. Her nails dig in just slightly. My grip shifts to her hip, grounding myself in the small, living details of her: the tremble of her belly, the sound of her breath, the shocked flicker in her eyes.

I press my forehead to hers. My whole body is shaking with restraint.

"God, Marley. You feel... unreal."

"It’s intense," she whispers, voice thin. "Like I’m being changed. A hypothesis being proven."

I laugh softly—more a rasp than a sound—cupping her cheek. "Best academic metaphor I’ve ever heard."

She smiles, breath hitching again as I bottom out. My thighs cramp from holding still. My jaw aches from the pressure of keeping everything controlled. She's hot, wet silk around me, and I can feel every inch of her flutter in real time. She gasps again, adjusting to the stretch.

"That’s… all of it?" she asks.

"All of me," I manage, my voice nothing but gravel.

She tests a slow, careful roll of her hips. My entire body jerks in response. I bite back a groan that threatens to crack my ribs.

She blinks up at me, astonished. "Good. Really good. Ouch, but still, weird-good."

She’s losing her overthinking. Just feeling it as I begin to move. Controlled thrusts, shallow and patient. Her body opens to me inch by inch as the thunder shudders through the earth, learning the shape of me, responding with shivers and gasps.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me in deeper. The uneven hardwood presses into my kneecaps, but none of it matters. All I can focus on is the way she tightens with every stroke, the way her voice changes when I hit just right.

"We’re going to need a better system," she gasps, laughing between moans.

"Next time," I grunt. "We'll have a mattress. A fire. Maybe soundproofing, too."

Her laughter turns into a sharp cry as I angle my hips. Her body bows under me.

"There," she whispers. "Right there. Again."

I oblige. Again. And again.

My control frays. My pace increases. Her name slips from my lips like a litany. Her breath stutters into full-on sobs of pleasure, her fingers leaving crescents in my back.

She breaks first. Comes hard, full-body, trembling and slick, clinging to me like gravity reversed.

Only then do I let go. I drive in deep, finally giving myself over. My groan is ragged, primal, guttural. I shake against her as I come, the pleasure spiking white-hot through every locked muscle.

We collapse together, panting, the storm still howling outside while everything inside is still.

"That was…" Her voice cracks.

"Yeah. It was baby.”

She breathes, smiling against my skin.

We lie there afterward, her curled against my chest while the storm rages outside our tiny shelter. I pull my jacket and another couple blankets I find over both of us, creating a cocoon of warmth in the small space.

"Daddy?" she says after a while and I think my heart is going to burst from my chest.

"Yeah?"

"What happens now?"

It's a good question. What does happen when a mountain man who can’t stand even the idea of school falls in love with a brilliant little girl who's supposed to go to Harvard in the fall?

"Now we figure it out," I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Together."