Camping with Her Stepdad

Chapter Four

When I came back to our camp, the car was gone. So were Mom and Henry. Daddy sat on one of the logs around the fire pit. When I walked into the clearing, he stood and handed me my backpack.

“They’re going into town for supplies while you and I go hiking.”

I smiled and took the backpack. Daddy took my hand and led me from the camp. We didn’t talk much as we walked, and it seemed Daddy was in a hurry.

“Where are we going?”

“Far enough from the campsite that they won’t hear you if they get back before I want them to.”

“Daddy,” I whispered.

“Fuck.” He stopped to adjust himself. “I love it when you call me that.”

He pulled me along for about ten more minutes until we came to a small clearing. He’d always seemed more chill than my mom, but this powerful side of him turned me on more than his easy going side did.

“Take off your clothes,” he said as he dropped his backpack. “Now,” he said when I hesitated.

I was already wet as I stripped off my shirt. Daddy pulled a small blanket from his backpack and lay it down over the grass.

He turned and watched me as I pushed down my shorts and undies, leaving me fully naked since I hadn’t had a chance to put on a bra.

His eyes raked over every inch of me as he started to take off his clothes. I’d seen him in nothing but board shorts plenty of times when we’d gone swimming, but when he revealed his ripped chest this time, it was different.

Maybe it was because I knew he was going to f**k me. Maybe it was because I let my imagination run free, picturing myself outlining every muscular delineation with my tongue.

“On the blanket,” he said as he reached for the button on his shorts.

I knew he wanted me to lie down, but instead, I knelt before him. I unzipped his shorts as he flicked the button open. I pulled down his shorts and his underwear, letting his erection spring free.

Daddy must have approved of my change of plans, because he cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward him.

“Show me,” he said. “Show me how much you want me.”

I smiled. I wanted him very badly. Leaning forward, I licked the drop of precum from his slit. Flattening my tongue, I continued to give kitten licks to the head of his c**k.

I flicked the rim under the red mushroom head of his d**k. Daddy groaned. Sucked the skin at the base of his erection, then worked my way up with a trail of wet kisses.

“Stop playing, Jessa,” he growled. “I need to see those full lips stretched around my cock.”

I smirked up at him for a moment before leaning forward with my mouth open. I swallowed as much of him as I could in one pass. When I gagged, he groaned and punched his hips forward, causing me to gag again.

“f**k. So hot,” he said.

Daddy brushed my hair back from my face as he slid his length over my tongue. He was big enough that he stretched my lips to capacity. His hands were gentle, but his hips were rough. No one had ever used my mouth the way he did. He watched me while he thrust again and again and again.

He tipped my head up to an angle that allowed him to slide the last few inches of his length down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but the animalistic groan that wrenched from his mouth kept me grounded.

After a moment, he pulled back enough to let me breathe, then thrust in again. He looked down at me with such lust in his eyes, I pressed my thighs together. They were slick with my wetness.

“So pretty, with your mouth stretched around my c**k,” he whispered.

Then he thrust back in to the hilt. I held his gaze as I gagged a little, then swallowed.

Daddy’s eyes rolled back into his head. He groaned. “Here it comes, baby. Swallow every drop.”

The first spurt hit the back of my throat, making me gag. The tightening around the head of his c**k had him cursing as he emptied himself and I tried to swallow every drop, just as he’d instructed.