Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair—Khalil Gibran
David
Tula stood in the river, the water lapping against her calves as he slowly washed her.
He was in no hurry. Hell, he already knew one lifetime would never be enough time to spend with her.
He was fascinated with the way her skin pebbled at the slightest brush of his fingertips or waft of his breath.
And the way her nipples had tightened into buds as hard as diamonds had his cock throbbing in his shorts.
Every inch of her was beautiful and yet it was her eyes that drew his gaze again and again.
They were like dark, bottomless pools of ink, holding him captive.
She seemed far more goddess than woman. He might be her Daddy, but this Little girl had the power to render him speechless.
When he’d laid out his plans for her, it was with the intention of following those words with those actions.
However, with every tremble of her body she was testing his ability to stick to that agenda.
And when her hand lifted from his shoulder to slide into his hair, he decided a change was in order.
The moon was full, its light reflecting on the river as if providing a path.
Pulling away only long enough to shed his clothing, he then took her hand and led her deeper.
Her smile reminded him of how he’d seen her that first time.
Tula belonged to the river while he was just a visitor.
He released her hand so she’d be able to swim alongside him.
David knew the current would pick up if they ventured too far from shore, but he’d chosen this very spot for camping because it offered a pool deep enough for the campers to swim and play after hiking all day.
When they reached the center of the river, Tula turned to float on her back. His fingers wrapped around her ankle to keep her anchored to him.
“Have I told you how much I love it when you touch me, Daddy?” she asked softly.
“No, but it can’t be anywhere near as much as I love touching you, otter,” he said sincerely.
“Well, I’m clean now so”—she spread her legs wide, using her hands to maintain her balance on the surface—“feel free to touch me anywhere you’d like.”
Not one to ever turn down a challenge, he pulled her closer, placing his body between her legs before he lifted them and laid them over his shoulders.
His arms slid beneath her to keep her level and supported as he lowered himself until only his head and shoulders were above the water.
He opened his lips and sucked her peanut into his mouth.
“Oh, god,” she gasped.
“No, just Daddy,” he corrected, releasing her clit only to swirl his tongue around it. Already drenched with her wetness, it was the most intoxicating drink he’d ever taken so he went back for another.
The water carried him across the river but he halted its pull when he could touch the bottom, planting his feet among the rocks that had lain for centuries in the depths of the pool.
Once he was steady, he slipped his fingers into her pussy, loving it when she arched her back in response and then gasped and sputtered when doing so had water flowing across her face.
“Easy, otter.” He released her clit again and said, “I’d find it a bit difficult explaining why you needed mouth-to-mouth to Master Derek.”
She lifted her head to look up at him. “As opposed to the mouth-to-clit you’re administering? I’d think that would surprise him far more.”
David chuckled. “Babygirl, you’re going to discover that very little surprises Master Derek. Remember, the man runs a Ranch where kink is not only supported, it’s encouraged. He’d be far more surprised to discover there wasn’t a little bit of play going on.”
“Well, since I plan on asking him for a job, I’m not about to question his judgment. So, please, Sir, feel free to carry on.”
David was more than happy to oblige, but remembering he’d skipped a step, he pulled her up until she grabbed his shoulders. Before she could question his actions, he began to pop her ass, each smack echoing over the water.
“Daddy!” she squealed, wiggling like a worm on a hook. “You said I wouldn’t get spanked!”
“I did no such thing,” he corrected. “I specifically said I’d be turning this little bottom a nice rosy color.” He gave her another pair a swats and then rubbed the sting away, continuing the pattern until she was wiggling for a far different reason.
“Daddy, I need you!”
“I’m right here, babygirl.”
“I need you in me,” she whispered as if afraid those words would echo as well.
David grinned. “Thank you, otter, for reminding me.” He slid a finger between her ass cheeks, loving both the tensing of her muscles when she realized his destination and the gasp she gave as she buried her face in his neck after moaning, “Daddy!”
He ran his fingertip around the puckered ring, his cock pulsing as if to remind him it would far prefer to be sinking into her rather than simply rubbing against her.
There was no way he’d be pushing into her ass until he’d taken time to open her and the river wasn’t the place to do so.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t fuck her though.
When he began to push his finger into her ass, her moan was primal as was his when she sank her teeth into his flesh.
“That’s going to earn you a hot ass, little girl,” he warned as he pushed his finger deeper. “Both inside and out.”
Either she didn’t hear him or didn’t care, because she simply bit him again and this time when his cock jerked at the nip of pain, he soothed its ache by sliding it into her pussy.
“Yes,” she moaned against him, her tongue now laving at what he was willing to bet were marks that would be visible tomorrow.
It was time to remind her of tonight’s lesson. “Where’s my finger, otter?”
When she didn’t answer, he used his other hand to smack her ass again.
“In me, Daddy!”
“Where is my finger, little girl?”
“I-I can’t say that,” she said, her voice lower.
He chuckled. “Oh, believe me, you not only can, you will.” He swatted her ass again, pushing his finger to the second knuckle.
When she tried to climb him, he just thrust his cock deeper, pinning her between his hands and his body.
Granted, he’d skipped the step where he’d bury his fingers into her pussy, but he was okay with a bit of improv when it was necessary.
He began to finger-fuck her ass instead.
“It’s in my bottom!” she finally admitted.
“And my cock?”
“In my pussy,” she said, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
“And what type of girl loves to be fucked in both her ass and her pussy, otter?”
“A dirty girl, Daddy,” she said, “a very dirty girl.”
“Should I stop?”
“No! For god’s sake, don’t stop.”
“Remember what I said about that?” he teased, wishing he either had more hands or could lift her to add sucking on her nipples to their play.
“Please, please make me come, Daddy. Pretty please. I need to come so badly.”
“I don’t know. While I want to feel your ass hugging my finger as your sweet pussy comes all over Daddy’s cock, I need to also hear again about what sort of girl needs to come so badly she is begging so beautifully.”
“A dirty girl,” she cried as she threw her head back. “Your dirty girl is begging. Please, please, please, Daddy, may your dirty girl come on your cock?”
“She may. Come for Daddy, dirty girl.” His girl might be dirty, but she was so very good as she obeyed instantly. Her body clenched around his fingers and cock as she imploded, the contractions milking his release from him.
After he’d regained his breath, he carried her back across the water. He slipped his cock and finger free, loving her soft protests at being emptied. Setting her on her feet, he washed her again. When he felt her hand on his cock, he stilled.
“What are you doing?”
“Washing you.”
“Babygirl, you don’t have to do that.”
She waited until he met her gaze. “Maybe not, but I want to. After all, you are quite the dirty Daddy.”
“That I am, that I am.”
She smiled and resumed stroking him.
“And if you keep doing that, I’m going to prove to be even dirtier as I come all over your fingers.”
“I wouldn’t mind that, Daddy. I actually like being a little dirty.”
He chuckled. “In that case, you’re going to be one very happy otter indeed when I come down your throat.”
Her eyes widened but when she began to kneel, he shook his head. “No, babygirl. Not tonight and not here.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m going to want to see those pretty lips stretching around my dick and watch every expression when I push my cock down your throat.
I want to see every tear and every stream of saliva as you suck until I come.
Then I’m going to watch your throat convulse as you swallow every single drop. ”
Her eyes might be dark, but he could still see the pupils dilating as the tip of her tongue came out to lick along her bottom lip as if already preparing to take him into her mouth. Instead of his cock, he pressed his lips against hers, loving the soft moan she gave when he pulled away.
“And I’m the dirty one?”
Not bothering to deny something that was so very obvious, he just laughed and led her from the river and to their clothing.
“Time to buzz back to the hive. We’ve got a big climb tomorrow and it won’t do to fall asleep halfway up the mountain.”
They dressed and when she had to pause to yawn for the third time, he smiled and finished pulling her shirt over her head and then knelt to guide her feet into her socks only to discover she was having difficulty staying upright. “You okay, otter?”
“Yes, just a little sleepy,” she muttered.
He solved the problem by stuffing her socks into her shoes and handing them to her before lifting her into his arms. By the time he’d reached the tent, he learned she was far more than a little sleepy—she was already in dreamland.