Chapter Eleven
Nikki
I shouldn’t like the way he’s looking at me. My clit shouldn’t throb at the way his rough hand tracks my pulse against my throat. My panties shouldn’t be soaking wet at the thought of this big, storm of a man claiming me.
It’s screwed up. He shouldn’t have taken me from the festival.
He had no right, and he definitely had no right to drive me out here in the middle of nowhere on his motorcycle.
He knows how much I hate that thing! There are like a bazillion motorcycle accidents a year on this mountain alone.
It’s dangerous, and I wish he’d stop riding.
Yet here I am, arching into his touch, silently desperate for his hand to keep sliding south until it’s between my legs.
What’s wrong with me? Why is my body aching for his like he’s the only one who sees me clearly and understands me? The only one that can steady me and offer relief? Surely, there’s someone else on this planet I can connect with the way I connect with Reed, right?
There must be. There are millions of people. Billions even.
Billions of men who aren’t my father’s best friend.
I need Reed too much to mess this up. I’ve already concluded that, so why am I here in this very spot again, about to make the same mistake I did a few hours ago?
Restless energy itches beneath my skin and a low pull in my stomach draws me closer to his massive frame.
He’s barely said two words all night. I shouldn’t reward that behavior.
I should take my chances with the bears and walk back to town, but the thought of pulling away from him sends that empty ache and imbalance coursing through me again, keeping me in place.
“In the tent, little kitten. Daddy has something he needs to do.”
My stomach tightens the second he refers to himself as Daddy, and I immediately know I’m going to obey.
He stands before me and nods toward the small tent set with two lanterns hanging outside.
I’m not sure how he knew about this place or who’s tent this is, but I don’t ask questions.
Instead, I lean forward, unzip the tent, and crawl inside with one of the lanterns in hand, kicking my shoes off before I pull in my feet like my mama always taught me.
We didn’t camp much, but the few times we went were fairly memorable because of the wildlife encounters.
Up here, it’s not uncommon to run into a bear or two, and the last time we had a family camping trip, we ran into four, all of them in our campsite.
Needless to say, we didn’t stay the night.
Inside, there’s a high-top mattress already set up with a single sleeping bag rolled in the center. To the side of the bed, a folded blanket and a backpack, which I don’t bother looking inside. The tent and its details aren’t really the focus tonight.
The main focus is my father’s best friend. The giant man with solid, inked biceps that dwarf the tent in a matter of seconds.
When he’s finally inside, he turns back and zips the flimsy room closed, the scent of pine and dusty nylon melding with the smoke residue from outside.
I have no idea what’s happening, though I’m excited to find out.
Reed sits on the edge of the mattress, his heavy weight rising me higher on the opposite side. “You shouldn’t have gone to the festival with that man,” he groans, his fists clenching. “Daddy should spank your little ass right here for thinking you could.”
“And what do you suggest, Reed? We can’t be together. My father—”
“No.” He twists toward me and narrows his gaze in the soft light of the lantern.
“No more excuses. You’re mine.” His nostrils are flaring and his shoulders are tight like he’s lost the battle he’s been fighting with himself.
“Now take off all your clothes for Daddy. I want to see every fucking inch of what belongs to me.”
My clit throbs, and again, like a simple little girl, I do what I’m told and strip down to nothing in the cool night air as the man I’ve always trusted watches my every move.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath as I stand before him, nothing but the pale light of the lantern in the small space. “You’re perfect.”
For a moment, he doesn’t touch me at all. He only observes, drawing his gaze down over my hard beaded nipples, my hips, my pussy, and my thighs with a groan.
“I’m far from perfect,” I say, swallowing hard as he continues to stare. “I’ve got stretch marks, my stomach is too big, and my—”
“Stop. You’re perfect,” he says again, his rough hands landing against my hips before they begin to wander. “Do you know how long Daddy has wanted to touch your smooth skin like this?”
I swallow hard, my throat tight as his hand wanders up and over my breasts, the calluses on his hands scratching along my skin as he pinches my nipples and growls low in his throat.
On instinct, I squirm and cover them up.
“Kitten,” Reed says, tone deep, “I need you to stand perfectly still while Daddy inspects your pretty, little body. Okay? Tell me you understand.”
I nod slowly, a gush of warmth spilling into my seam just in time for him to notice.
With intention, his hand moves down toward my thighs, his big hand palming over my pussy. “You’re all sloppy and wet for Daddy. Are you excited to feel my big cock inside of you?” The cadence of his speech has slowed to something hypnotic, and his gaze is warm and wild like he’s out of his mind.
“I’m so excited,” I manage, voice trembling as he stands from the bed and lifts my chin before leaning in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, but there’s an ache behind it that says he wants more.
A lot more. More than I’ve ever given anyone.
“Unbuckle Daddy’s jeans, kitten.” His voice is low and rumbling, sending a pulse straight to my clit.
With shaky hands, I do as he’s asked, unbuckling his jeans slowly before tugging them down to the ground with his boxers.
I’ve never seen him in the flesh like this. Sure, I’ve seen the outline and size of his bulge, and of course I’ve imagined what it would look like, feel like, taste like so many times over the years, but actually staring down at it is a completely different experience.
He’s huge. Bigger than I’d imagined. Thicker too, with one large pulsing vein winding around his girth like steps up a tower.
I reach down and grip his hard pole with my hand and pump. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a dick in my hand before, and I don’t really know what I’m doing with it, but I do my best to mimic what I’ve seen in movies and porn.
“Good girl, touching Daddy’s dick like that.” He groans and rolls his neck in a slow circle as I continue to pump my fist up and down his swollen cock. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Don’t stop.”
His thick fingers sweep against my creamy seam as I work him over.
“Go inside, Daddy. I want to feel the stretch.”
He shakes his head and steps forward, his cock pressing against my belly. “I want you as tight as can be for me, little girl.”
My clit pulses deep and hard, and I swear to heaven I’m going to explode if this man doesn’t fuck me right here and now.
“Then fuck me, Daddy. Please… I can’t take it anymore!”
He leans in and swallows every whine with a kiss, as the heel of his palm grinds up against my clit, playing with it just enough to keep me on the edge of losing control.
“Fuck,” he groans and bends me forward, the air mattress sinking beneath my knees as I feel the poke of his thick head slide against my messy crease. “I want to be careful with you, kitten, but I’m about to lose it.”
“So lose it,” I pant, my core aching so badly that I’d sell my soul to feel Reed’s thick cock pulsing inside of me.
A moment later, I get my wish and he’s pressing in with a slow, bellowing groan that sets me on fire.
I’ve never experimented with dildos, and I never could find the right angle to finger myself, so this is the very first time anything has ever been inside of me. Heck, I don’t even use tampons.
I’ve read a lot about losing my virginity, though, and apparently, it’s supposed to hurt, but it doesn’t yet. Right now, it feels like warm stretching.
He grips my hips and sinks in further, panting as he says, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Daddy’s not gonna last long, kitten.”
I’m breathing so fast that I’m feeling dizzy, and the pain I didn’t feel a minute ago is now in full force.
“Oh God,” I whine. “That hurts.”
“Hurts?” Reed slows behind me, though I feel the tension in his body still desperate to drive forward. “Fuck. I’m sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah,” I pant, swallowing hard. “I don’t want you to stop, but damn, you’re huge.”
“Is my little girl having a hard time taking Daddy’s cock? Do you need Daddy to push in fast and get it over with?”
I grip the edge of the mattress and press back a little, wiggling my ass. “Yes, Daddy. Make the pain go away.”
He growls low under his breath and presses forward, his body slapping against mine as a sharp bite of pain rattles through me. A second later, the pain is gone and I feel the most pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s full and warm, with a steady friction against every spot I didn’t know I had.
“Jesus, fuck… you’re hot,” he growls as he thrusts. “My little kitten, loving Daddy’s dick like a good little girl.”
With every grind there’s a new sensation, until he presses against a spot that feels different from the others. It’s warm, and the pleasure is immediate.
His fingertips grind into my hips, and he thrusts forward again and again, growling and groaning as he rubs the head of his cock against the spongy spot that’s about to send me over the edge.
“Oh God,” I moan, a tingling pressure forming between my legs.
“That’s a good girl. Soak Daddy’s cock so he can fill you up.”
I stagger in a breath, and suddenly, I’m squeezing down around his thick cock as I moan, squirm, and cream.
My eyes close tightly as momentum continues to build between my legs, his hard cock still hammering as he grips my hips tighter and tighter.
“Oh my God!” I scream. “Please! Fill me up!”
He grits his teeth and growls as he slaps my ass and grinds, thrusting into me faster and harder. “That’s a good fucking girl. You take your Daddy’s come. You let me fill you to the fucking brim.”
His body tightens behind me as the thrusting slows to one quick thump, a pause, then two more before he growls out into the night with a sound so primal, I’m sure that bears will be coming from miles away to see what competition they’re dealing with.
It’s sexy as hell and I already want more of him.
“You feel that, kitten?” he calls out with a raw edge in his voice. “You feel how hard you made Daddy come?”
I hum out some sort of response then collapse with him onto the mattress made of air. It’s the first time all night it’s felt too hot, and I reach over to unzip the tent’s vent before we settle into each other’s arms.
“You’re not afraid that you’re going to get caught naked with Daddy? Anyone could be out there telling our secrets.”
I roll onto his shoulder and stroke his sticky, flaccid cock in my hand. Even in a state of relaxation, it’s huge. “I’m not afraid of anything right now. I rode your motorcycle, and I lost my virginity in a tent. I’m invisible to the world.”
He chuckles low under his breath and tugs me closer against his strong shoulders. “You’re mine, little kitten. I’ll take care of you, always. I promise.”
The night is quiet except for a few frogs and a cricket or two, the wind blowing slightly, the air a mix of pine and pleasure.
I know I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want my father’s best friend. But here, in this little tent, with his come dripping from between my thighs, I finally feel like I’m right where I belong.