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Decker cups my face, and a small moan leaves my lips. He knows what he’s doing. I clutch his shirt with my good hand, pulling him closer to me.
He reciprocates, our kiss becoming increasingly hot; my entire body feels like it’s on fire. I’m so wet for him, so ready for him to touch me.
When we break away, we’re both trying to catch our breaths.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I muse, but Decker’s intensity only increases.
“That was a very bad move, beautiful.”
“Why?” I rasp. “Your beard is soft, by the way.”
His eyes crinkle. I love it when he smiles. “Glad you approve.”
I run a hand up his body, from his torso to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath. Decker is fit. His body was made for sin.
“I do approve. I want you, Decker.”
I’m bold, but I’m also past the point of caring.
He blinks, as if he hasn’t heard me right. “You’re pursuin’ me, sweetheart?”
“Don’t say it like I’m cute.” I thump him on the arm, but that only makes him laugh harder.
He leans closer to my ear. “You’ve no idea the dirty, depraved things I thought about doin’ to this sweet body.”
I close my eyes, imagining it. “Holy hell.”
His next words shock me. “We can’t fuck in the house.”
That’s the first time I’ve ever heard him swear. It goes straight to my core.
“The girls,” he goes on. “They’re right there.”
“Your cabin?” I’m practically begging. “I need you, Decker. I want you inside me. I don’t care what that makes us. Tonight, let’s do what we want for once, screw anybody else.”
Then his lips are back on mine, his hands roaming the sides of my body. When he grasps my breast in his hand, I’m moaning like a two-dollar whore. He squeezes, then plucks at my nipple as his other hand grips my hip.
Without thinking, I push the blanket off, then slide into his lap, mounting him.
He looks up at me in awe as I press my pussy against his length. It is so hard that I have to slap a hand over my mouth in order to not cry out.
“Oh, my sweet girl wants a dry run? I can give you that, baby. Use me, use my body to get yourself off. Let me see you.”
And here he is. My dirty, hot, lumberjack Daddy.
I wonder how he feels about Daddy… I guess there’s only one way to find out.
I lean to his ear. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
I grind my pussy over his rigid cock, his hands gripping my hips as I rub myself against him. It’s like fire and ice . It’s so good. His warm hands are possessive, roaming my body until it gets too much. He pulls down the top of my strappy dress, my breast tumbling out, and he cusses.
With his lips around my nipple, he tugs, and I muffle my cries by biting down on my lip.
“Decker,” I moan. “I’m gonna come so hard.”
“Don’t scream yet,” he warns. “I’m takin’ you to my cabin, so be a good girl and be as quiet as you can. Eyes on me when you come.”
