Page 32 of Savage Ranger Daddy

I push the flannel open and off her shoulders, baring her completely. The firelight loves her. I take a second just to look—pink-tipped breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, the little pair of sleep shorts that are already damp between her thighs.

“Pretty little thing,” I rasp. “All mine tonight.”

I duck my head and suck one nipple into my mouth, hard enough to make her cry out. My hand slides down her stomach and straight into those shorts. She’s soaked. Slippery and hot and perfect.

“Jesus Christ.” I stroke through her pussy, circling her clit with two fingers. “You’re dripping for me already. That all for Daddy?”

Her breath stutters. Her eyes flash up to mine—surprised, then dark with heat. She likes it. Good.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “All for you.”

“Good girl.”

I shove the shorts down her legs and toss them. Then I’m pushing two thick fingers inside her while my thumb keeps working her clit. She’s tight as hell. Her hips jerk and she moans loud enough that I feel it in my chest.

“That’s it. Take my fingers. Get this pretty pussy ready for me.” I curl them and watch her fall apart. “Gonna stretch you open on my cock next. You ready for that?”

“Please—” She’s already shaking. “Brock, please?—”

“Please what?” I pump my fingers deeper, rougher. “Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy what you need.”

“Your cock,” she gasps. “I need your cock. Please.”

I growl, pull my fingers out, and shove my jeans and boxers down just far enough. My cock springs free, heavy and already leaking. I give it two rough strokes, then notch the head against her entrance.

I lock eyes with her. “Last chance to stop me.”

She hooks both legs around my waist and pulls. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I push in.

Slow at first—she’s so fucking tight I see stars—but I don’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt. She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders. I hold still, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

“Fuck. Look at you taking all of me. Such a sweet, pretty girl.” I roll my hips once, grinding deep. “This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

“Yes—oh god?—”

I start thrusting. Deep, steady strokes that rock the whole bed. The wet sound of me fucking her fills the cabin. I hook one of her knees over my elbow so I can get even deeper and watch every inch of my cock disappear inside her.

“That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy little thing you are.” My voice is pure gravel. “Gonna fill this tight cunt up tonight. Mark you so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow when you’re sitting at that table pretending you’re not sore.”

She moans my name like a prayer. Her tits bounce with every thrust. I drop down and suck a mark onto the side of her neck, right where anyone would see it.

“Mine,” I snarl against her skin. “Say it.”

“Yours… I’m yours?—”

“Damn right you are.” I reach between us and rub her clit in tight circles. “Now come for me. Squeeze Daddy’s cock while I fuck you through it.”

She shatters.

Her whole body locks up, pussy clamping down so hard I almost lose it. She sobs my name and I keep thrusting, dragging it out until she’s shaking and oversensitive.

Only then do I let go.

I slam home one last time and come with a guttural groan, burying my face in her neck as I empty everything I have inside her. Pulse after pulse. Claiming her the only way I know how.