Rough Mountain Daddy Page 2

  It’s sexy, I must admit, watching a man put blood, sweat, and tears into hard labor like this. At least I think it is. I’ve never been one to go gaga over guys in business suits. And the more I watch my new daddy work, the more turned on I get. I press my face to the glass, the cold surface biting the tip of my nose.

  My desire grows, thinking about the dinner he made and realizing he actually kind of embodies the man of my dreams, being able to cook and work hard to provide warmth and shelter. Maybe living with him isn’t so bad after all.

  I find that my body is tingling with excitement at the prospect of being stuck here with him for an indefinite period of time. And I wonder if he is even a little excited at having a young girl stay with him. Don’t guys usually go for younger girls? Well, maybe when they aren’t best friends with their daughter.

  I lift my hand to the glass, right about the time he happens to pause and look up. He seems to look right at me but it’s hard to tell, and I realize that with the light on behind me, and the fire, he can probably see me standing here staring at him all stalker like.

  I back away, letting the curtain fall closed. Well, hopefully he didn’t catch me, but I decide it’s not anything to worry about. I sort through my suitcase and get out my leggings and t-shirt, since it’s so warm in here, and return to the couch and the book, this time smushing a pillow under my head and lying down.

  I don’t even know how fast I fall asleep, but when I wake up, the book is resting on my chest and I’ve been covered with a blanket. I float my gaze around the room, noticing the fire is nothing but embers.

  I feel a chill, then reach over to check the time on my phone, realizing how sore my back is from not actually lying in a soft, comfortable bed.

  I groan, feeling stiff as a board as I sit up. It’s just past midnight, and I honestly don’t know how I managed to sleep through Daddy coming back inside. But one thing’s for damn certain: I cannot sleep on this couch all night.

  I’m sure that Melissa won’t mind if I crash in her bed. So I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and make my way to her room. I assume it’s the one across from the bathroom, and Daddy is in the one that’s all alone at the end of the hallway. I don’t even bother to turn on the lights when I walk in the room. I can sort of make out the shape of the bed. So I simply pull the covers back and slip out of my leggings, getting underneath the covers in just my t-shirt. And I can’t help but notice how surprisingly warm the sheets are.

  Actually, the whole room is warm. I pull the covers up and roll on my side. And that’s when I hear light breathing next to me. My eyes grow wide, and I freeze in place, letting my vision get a little more adjusted to the dark. And when his large frame finally takes shape, I realize … I’m in the wrong room.

  I lie there as still as I can for a few moments, terrified of stirring for fear I will wake up Daddy and make him mad. I don’t know if he has a temper but my guess is that he probably does.

  After a few minutes have passed, and he hasn’t made any more movements, I slowly peel the covers down and sit up, dropping my feet to the floor. I feel a hand on my back, and a low murmur.

  “Where you going?”

  “Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought this was Melissa’s room.”

  He shifts in the bed, and I turn to face him. “It is Melissa’s room. The baseboard heat in my room stopped working a few hours ago, so I came in here.”

  “Oh, okay, well, I’ll go back to the couch.”

  I start to stand up, but he reaches over and wraps his fingers around my wrist, making me freeze in place.

  “Hold up,” he grits out. “The fire’ll burn out soon, if it hasn’t already. This is the only warm room in the house.”

  I don’t know what he is suggesting, but there’s no way I can sleep in here with my best friend’s dad. “What do you want me to do, Daddy?”

  He taps the mattress next to me. “Lie down. You’ll sleep in here with me so you can stay warm.”

  “Are you really that concerned with me staying warm?” I ask, truly surprised that he wants me to share such an intimate act with him. Not that sleeping is an intimate thing.

  But sleeping with a man is.

  He blows out a hard breath. “Not concerned so much as I know you will freeze your ass off if you sleep on that couch all night. Now lie down.”

  Apparently, there is no arguing with Daddy about this. So I do as he says, lying back down and letting him pull the covers over me. I feel stiff as a board, awkward as fuck really, as I struggle to relax.

  But after several minutes, I hear the rhythmic sounds of his breathing, and I soon drift off.

  ***

  When I wake up the next morning, I’m on my side, and Daddy’s arm is over me, his hand dangerously close to my breast and his body protectively spooning mine. Once again, I’m afraid to move, but I angle my gaze upward and barely catch a few rays of light as they shine through the curtain over the window. God, I don’t know if we slept all night like this or not, but this has got to be the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in.

  I have to pee, so I pull in a breath and slowly begin to stretch my legs in the hopes that Daddy will roll over and let me up. But he doesn’t.

  In fact, he does the opposite, pulling me tighter to him and groaning. Suddenly, I feel his erection pressing into my ass, and I have a primitive-like response, feeling my pussy instantly swell with desire.

  I shouldn’t be surprised that my body is craving this man. After all, underneath the gruffness, he is pretty protective like a Daddy should be. But what kind of man gets an erection while he sleeps with his daughter’s best friend?

  Then again, what kind of man wouldn’t get turned on by that? Most men don’t have much discretion when it comes to getting hard-ons. As long as she’s a living, breathing thing and has a pussy he can sink his dick into, isn’t that all that matters to most? Okay, maybe not all men, but clearly Melissa’s dad is more on the rough side.

  Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind him getting rough with me.

  Those first few pangs of lust shoot through my core as I envision him sliding into me, taking what he wants. And as he further wakes up and moves his hand underneath my shirt, I realize that’s exactly where this is headed.

  “Mmm, let me at those titties, baby,” Daddy grumbles in my ear.

  I slowly move my arm out of the way, feeling conflicted. And as Daddy’s hand moves to my breast, I’m not sure if I should stop this or just ride it out, see where it goes. Melissa would probably freak if she walked in on us right now. But my pussy is throbbing, and it’s getting harder to think clearly.

  “Uh, Daddy, are you sure about this?” I ask, keeping my voice in a whisper.

  “I’m sure, baby. Living up here in the mountains, I don’t get much action. And damn if you don’t make me hard as steel with that young, pert, fertile body of yours.”

  His fingers start to brush across my nipple, and I naturally arch my back in some sort of primal response to his touch.

  “Atta girl. Daddy loves playing with his girl’s nipples.”

  I huff as he lightly pinches it, then I feel him press his body to mine, sandwiching his cock between my butt crack. I bite my lip as he moves to my other breast, teasing the sensitive buds with his strong hands. My panties dampen, and find myself rolling my hips softly, hoping he can feel it on his cock.

  “You want Daddy’s dick, don’t you little girl?”

  My walls clench, and I release a soft moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

  His hand slips down my belly, then his fingers wiggle inside the waist of my panties, making me crave his touch. “Tell me, where does it belong first?” he asks, finding my clit with precision.

  “Right there,” I answer, parting my legs slightly.

  “Hmm-mm,” he mutters. “Wrong answer. It belongs in your mouth.”

  My body feels like it’s been lit on fire as he flicks my clit with the tip of his finger. I get so close to cumming, but then he stops and rolls away f
rom me. “Now, you get those pretty little lips down here and show me what that mouth can do, little girl.”

  Heat ripples through me, and I can’t get on my knees fast enough, sticking my ass in the air. I still have to pee, and it’s so bad that I can feel a little fluid leak out as I lower myself to his crotch. Jesus, it’s like I’ve turned into a dribbling mess, with my pussy and mouth both watering for this man. My panties are drenched.

  Even in the dark, with the little bit of light beginning to peek through the window, I can see Daddy gripping the base of his erection with his huge hand. And based on the amount of thickness to his girth, I’m going to have fun trying to fit every inch of his steely length in my mouth.

  “Don’t worry if it’s too big, baby. I’ll shove it in there.”

  His free hand moves to the back of my head and gives it a gentle nudge, forcing me down. My mouth opens instinctively, and I feel him slip past my lips. I’ve never sucked a dick before in my life, but I’ve watched plenty of videos.

  Daddy groans as I work his mushroomed head in and out of my mouth. Thick, salty fluid comes out in soft pulses, and the taste makes me crave him that much more. I move my tongue up and down his length, then caress as far down as I can go, and he responds by pushing his hips up in one hard push.

  My teeth graze the surface of his shaft but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He just moans and tells me how good my wet little mouth feels.

  I come up and lick my lips, tugging his length a few times, and he responds by thrusting, basically fucking my hand. I squeeze him tighter and take him in my mouth again, and this time, he grips the sides of my head and pushes as far back as he can.

  His cock head rubs along my throat, and I feel him grow harder, his voice tight as he groans above me and keeps forcing himself further and further back. I can feel him stretching my tonsils, and I gag as tears form in the corners of my eyes.

  “Daddy cums hard, baby. And I’m about to spray that throat of yours.”

  My body coils, and snot drips from my nose as I try to take a breath. But the forcefulness of his deep-throating is also making me cream my panties. My pussy quivers and my walls begins to throb, aching for a release.

  Just when I think I can’t take another second, he shoots his load, ropes of warm cum oozing down my throat.

  “Aaaahhhhh,” he groans, lifting my head up slightly so I can take a quick breath. I fill my lungs then go back down, this time moving my fingers to his balls and toying with them, massaging them lightly as they grow tight and seem to bounce softly.

  Another jet of cum pulses out, and I choke it down as Daddy tugs on my hair.

  “Fuck. Just …. fuck, baby.”

  I manage to gulp down everything he gives me, and I swear I’m about to burst from being so turned on.

  “You still have to go to the bathroom?” he asks, sitting up and pressing his thumbs to the corners of my mouth.

  “Yes, Daddy. Really bad.”

  “Good. Let’s get you somewhere it’s okay to make a mess.”

  He flicks the lamp on and I can see this devilish smile on his face. And yes, I check out the rest of his deliciously beefy body all covered in hair. God, he is something else. I wouldn’t call him a body builder, but he definitely is stocky. Lots of meat on his bones. Fuck. If I lived here with Melissa I doubt I could keep my hands off him.

  He takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom, starting the water in the shower. He then pulls my top off and takes his time looking me over. I have average sized boobs, and I can’t tell if he’s impressed by what he sees or if he is just being a man and ogling.

  “Baby, come here and kiss your daddy,” he says, gripping my arms and pulling me to him.

  His lips smash into mine and his tongue invades my mouth with a fierce hunger. His beard tickles my face and then my neck as he moves there for more kisses and bites. My pussy lips feel like they are being flooded with blood, swelling and aching. And it doesn’t help that my bladder is full.

  “Mmm, you kiss just like a little angel,” he groans, brushing the tips of his fingers over my nipples.

  “An angel? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that.”

  “Well get used to it. Because as long as you’re stuck here with me, you’re my angel.”

  Without even telling me to take my panties off, he gets in the shower and pulls me inside under the stream of warm water. I let my eyes travel over his body, and I notice he’s getting hard again. I’m envious of the water traveling over his flesh.

  “You like it rough?” he asks me, sliding his palm up my tummy.

  “I … I think I would. Never done it.”

  His eyes grow wide and a growl rumbles up his throat. “I’ll get you good and trained to love it rough. That’s the only way you’ll take it from me.”

  I bite my lip as his hand goes around my throat. My nipples prick into hard points, despite the warmth around me, and Daddy’s finger moves the crotch of my panties aside. “Set your leg up here, angel.”

  Daddy’s hand pushes my inner thigh, and so I rest my foot on the ledge underneath the soap holder. His fingers tighten around my neck, not enough to make me dizzy. Just enough to let me know I’m not going anywhere.

  And then I feel a finger slowly push inside my pussy, then two fingers as he watches my face. I suck in a rush of air as he curls those fingers in his direction, massaging the one part of my vaginal walls I can never reach. The burn hits right away, and my legs start to tremble, ever so slowly.

  “Let it out, angel, whenever you’re ready. Daddy wants to make you cum before I fuck you good and hard.”

  I huff and rock my hips, then reach up to grab ahold of his arm—the one that’s controlling the upper half of my body. And it’s a good thing because I start to feel unsteady on my feet as his finger-fucking becomes more aggressive.

  As his grip tightens around my throat, my eyes start to throb just a little, and I could swear my bladder is about to explode. And then there’s pressure against my clit from the meaty part of Daddy’s palm, and the same kind of pressure against my G-spot, coming from the tip of his finger. Daddy’s hands are rough, violent almost as one holds my neck and the other brings me to the edge or orgasm. It’s like I have no control over any part of myself right now.

  Daddy growls as my walls grow tighter, and suddenly it’s as though a balloon inside of me is on the verge of popping.

  “Oh god … oh Daddy!” I cry out.

  I cum, spraying hard all over Daddy’s hand, my juices splashing on the floor of the tub. And it just keeps coming out and keeps coming out as my body shudders through an orgasm. White lights flash in my periphery, and my legs are quaking uncontrollably.

  “That’s my good girl. Make a mess for Daddy, sweet angel.”

  His voice sounds so sexy and deep as my body jerks for I don’t know how long. And Daddy just keeps finger fucking me so hard as I squirt out what seems to be buckets of cum.

  “Mmm, you got me hard again, angel. Now it’s Daddy’s turn to enter that sweet virgin pussy of yours.”

  He flips me around and peels my panties to the side once again. And I feel his cock slice through my lips, thick and hard as steel.

  I toss my hands up to the shower wall and he takes ahold of my blond hair, wrapping it around his fist several times before plunging deep.

  All the air escapes my lungs as he starts fucking me, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me in place.

  My jaw drops as Daddy claims me, and steam dances all around us as he takes my innocence. I can feel my nails scratching the cheap fiberglass walls, my head coming dangerously close to banging against it.

  Daddy’s voice grows deeper as he clips out a series of groans. He fucks me harder, tugging my hair good enough to make it hurt. His cock feels like it grows in size, getting thicker, harder, slicker, as it pummels me and rams into my cervix.

  “God, angel. I’m going to fucking cum so hard inside this cunt of yours…”

  His words trigger somethi
ng inside of me, and I cum right there, more fluid spraying from my innermost depths.

  I shriek, fully submerged in a blend of pleasure and pain, my body pierced by the sensation of being taken this way by a man I hardly know but call Daddy.

  “Oh fuck … you’re so tight,” he grunts.

  And then, his pace slows but deepens, grinding hard inside of me as he cums. His voice is gravelly as he moans, and with one firm tug of my hair, he cranes my head up high. I feel his seed filling me up before spilling out. But I’m still cumming too, my cunt tightening over and over around his length.

  “Oh Daddy,” I purr, feeling enveloped in ownership.

  Daddy slips out of me and turns me around, pulling my panties down and letting them flop to the floor of the shower.

  “Fuck, I worked up an appetite.”

  “I could go for some bacon and eggs myself,” I say, rubbing my hands up his chest.

  “Oh, I wasn’t talking about food.”

  I smile as Daddy washes me off, then towels me dry all lovingly. He ends up setting me on the bathroom counter and kneeling on the floor in front of me, working his tongue all over my pussy and making me cum again.

  It’s only then that we eat a proper breakfast, during which I finally look outside and see that the ground is covered in three feet of snow.

  I let out a long breath. “Looks like I’m stuck here for a while.”

  Daddy chuckles. “As if I’m letting you leave, ever.”

  I spin around to face him. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

  He comes to me and lifts my chin up to him. “That’s a promise. You’re my daughter’s best friend. You belong here with us. With me.”

  “I couldn’t agree more, Daddy.”

  And it was true.

  ~The End

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