Deep Wood

“You’re delicious, baby girl. I could eat this pussy every day, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” He kisses my inner thigh, then dives back down to continue devouring me. I whimper as pleasure twists and curls like smoke inside me, reaching into my deepest, darkest corners.

He settles into a steady rhythm. After a moment, I feel his finger tease my opening, then glide inside with no trouble at all. I’ve never had anything inside my pussy, not even tampons. He fucks me

with his finger, and soon, my hips are rocking to meet his thrusts.

The fact that Silas is touching parts of me that have never been touched before is both a mindfuck and not surprising at all. I think deep down I was always waiting for someone like him—maybe even waiting for Silas himself. That’s the only explanation I have for why this feels so natural. So inevitable. So right.

The orgasm I didn’t think I could reach is suddenly rushing over me. I white knuckle the table as my inner muscles tighten around Silas’s finger—correction, fingers. I don’t know when he added the second digit, but I feel my pussy clench and release around both of them. He doesn’t stop licking my clit even as my entire body shakes and shudders.

I bury my hands in his dirty-blond hair. My clit is bordering on overly sensitive after my first orgasm, but it feels too good to make him stop. He flutters his tongue lightly, teasing me, but it’s just what I need for him to push me over the slope a second time. I hurtle into another orgasm, this one sharper, more acute.

Silas withdraws his fingers from my pussy and slips them into his mouth. His gaze centers on mine as he savors the taste of me. I watch closely, brain fogged and a little sore. He stands so that he’s towering over me, his hard cock resting on my mound. It’s so long and thick, I can’t believe I was able to fit even half of it in my mouth.

“Do you know what it means to be Daddy’s good girl, Norah?” he asks.

It takes me a second to organize my thoughts into words. “It means I’m yours.”

“That’s right.” He glides his hand up my stomach to rest between my breasts. “But more importantly, it means you choose to be mine, because you want to serve me, as my little girl.”

I know what he’s doing. He’s giving me the choice my ex never did. The choice to be owned, possessed, dominated. But I already know my answer to the question he hasn’t asked yet.

“I want you, Silas.” I lay my hand over his on my chest. “I’ve been yours from the day I climbed into your truck.”

Heat flares in his eyes, and I can see him working hard to tamp it down. He’s obviously holding back because this is my first time. But I don’t want him to hold back. I want the fire inside him to consume me.

I sit upright and press a kiss his collarbone, aware of the tension in his muscles.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I tell him. “I want to know what it means to be your baby girl.”

Finally, his desire overtakes him. He pulls me flush against his chest and kisses me with enough force to bruise my lips. His need for me is evident in the hard cock pressed against my belly. He breaks the kiss to say, “Take a deep breath, baby girl. It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

I brace my hands on his shoulders as he lines his cock up with my pussy. As he draws me in close, his cockhead slips inside me. I gasp. My muscles burn as he eases further into me, inch by rock-hard inch. When he’s all the way inside, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

“Your pussy feels like heaven, baby girl.” He withdraws partway and then thrusts back in. I moan. “How does it feel for you?”

“It’s so...big.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He grasps my hips and starts to piston back and forth. “But I know you can take it. Show me what a brave girl you are. Show me how you handle Daddy’s need for you.”

I slowly adjust to having something long and thick inside me. Thankfully, I’m more than wet enough to take him. After the initial ache subsides, the slip-slide of his cock in my pussy starts to feel good. I rock my hips, doing my best to meet his thrusts.

And pretty soon, it starts to feel nothing short of amazing.

“That’s my girl,” he rasps. “I swear your pussy was made to take my cock.”

He fucks me harder. I hold on tight to his shoulders and take the pounding he’s giving me. I want this, all of it, even the parts that hurt. He kisses me, and I lose myself in the feeling of his tongue in my mouth and his cock railing me. It’s like he’s a part of me now, and I know it’s too early to feel this way about him, but I think I could love this man.

I yelp as Silas slides his hands under my ass and lifts me like I weigh nothing. He fucks me in midair, walks us over to the wall, then pins me against the wood. I hook my ankles behind his back for stability. I’m not exactly light as a feather, but Silas is strong. I trust him not to drop me.

“You feel so fucking good, Norah. I’m gonna come soon...” He pumps faster. “I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Come inside me, Daddy.” I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I actually want him to. I want to feel him shoot off inside me, feel it dripping down my thighs as I walk.

Silas grips my ass to the point of pain as he drives his cock deep. I yelp as he slams my backside against the wall, sending echoes of pleasure throughout my entire body. Heat pours into my pussy as he continues to pump. His breathing is ragged. For a fleeting instant, there’s a vulnerability to his movements, like he’s lost to himself and his pleasure.

After catching his breath, he walks me back to the dining table and sets me down.

It’s darker inside the cabin than it was when we brought the wood in. The fire crackles, though the flame could use another log. I listen to the rain tapping on the metal roof for a long moment, before I realize I don’t hear the hum of the fridge.