My lips part as he kisses me, my body awakens and my pussy clenches. I want this, him.

I always have.

Ever since I learned about the birds and the bees, I knew that one day, I would give my body to Hawkin.

That day has come.

His rough calloused hand holds my cheek and I open my mouth, wanting to feel his tongue in my mouth. He tastes as I imagined. Like whiskey and smoke and cedar. He smells like the woods, like a man who knows this mountain.

A man who knows his way around a woman.

His hand moves to my breast, he massages it, cupping it and growling against my mouth. It sends a wave of pleasure over me. His thumb presses against my hard nipple and I find myself whimpering against his mouth.

I wish there wasn’t any fabric between his skin and mine.

I pull back. “Are you hot in here?” I ask. “I’m burning up.”

His eyes flicker over to the still glowing fire. I’m kneeling on the couch, facing him, the back of the couch between us.

“It’s your body, Heaven. Have you been with a man before?”

I shake her head. “No. But I want to be.”

He closes his eyes, runs a hand over his beard. Finally, he opens his eyes again, the crook of his finger lifting my chin. “I don’t want to hurt you, Heaven.”

“Then don’t.”

He smiles at that. “God, when did you get so confident?”

“Usually I’m not. But with you, I’ve always felt like I could be myself.”

He walks around the couch, sitting down. And I slowly lower myself into his lap. As I feel his big, thick cock against me, my pussy hums with the sensation. I want him in me so badly, filling me up. Making me a woman.

His woman.

“What do you even remember about me, Heaven?” he asks. His hands are pressed against the couch as if he doesn’t dare touch me.

But he already kissed me.

I know he wants this.

“I remember you were always so smart, Daddy,” I tell him, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his flannel.

I want to see his big solid chest. I want to run my fingers through the hair on his chest and feel the ridges of his abs. I just want to touch him so badly, so I do. My fingers strum over his skin and I feel him tense up, so I start talking. When I do, I can feel his body relax beneath me and feel that cock of his grow even more.

“My father would always ask your advice about work, about fishing, about hunting. He respected you and what you thought.”

“And now his baby girl is in my goddamn lap,” he says under breath.

“No, I’m your baby girl,” I correct him. “And he doesn’t care, Hawkin. He isn’t how you remember. He—”

Hawkin cuts me off. “I failed you, Heaven.”

I shake my head. “No. I know why you stopped coming around. It was because you had too much self-respect.”

“What do you know about why I stopped coming around?” he asks gruffly.

I lick my lips, loving the way it feels to sit in my Daddy’s lap. I move, so I can straddle him, my pussy against his nice thick cock. He looks so tense as if he is trying to keep himself under control. He doesn’t seem to understand that with me, I want him to be in absolute control. Of me.

He is so big, and it makes me feel so small, like a little girl who needs someone to make sure I am safe.

“I saw you, Hawkin.”

He stiffens, so I take his hands and place them on my thighs, hitching up my little nightie, needing his hands on my skin. He groans, rubbing my thighs, gripping them with his capable fingers. It’s the first time I have ever been touched here and I feel my pussy growing wet, knowing his hands are so close.

“I saw you in the bathroom,” I tell him, wanting him to know everything. “That last day you visited. My father left to go get more beer. I was alone with you in the house. But you wouldn’t look at me, not like we used to. And I was so sad. I walked to my bedroom, but on the way, I passed the bathroom and the door was slightly ajar.”

Hawkin takes hold of my hips, his eyes narrowing. “What did you see, Baby Girl?”

“I saw you.” I reach for Hawkin’s belt, slowly unlatching it. Undoing the button on his blue jeans, unzipping them. I see his thick hair near the waistband of his boxers and I lick my lips, wanting to press my mouth to him, breath him in. “Your cock was in your hand. It was so big, so hard, and you were moving your hand up and down…”

I stop talking because I feel dizzy. It is the most exquisite memory of my life. Hawkin is such a man, his body filled with strength and his cock filled with need.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asks me. His hands are hot on my waist and I rock my hips, feeling the hardness of his cock thick against me.

“I loved it. I wish I had been braver then. I would have walked in and dropped to my knees. It’s what I wanted. I’ve wanted it for so long, Hawkin. To be with you. I’m braver now. That’s why I came here tonight.”

“You sure you know what you are asking for, Sweet One?” he asks. Our eyes meet and the heat I see there cloaks his dark irises.

“I’m sure.”

He kisses me again, this time it is deeper, our mouths open wider and his lips cover mine in a way that sends pleasure over my skin, all the way to my core.

He pushes up my nightie, tossing it aside. I’m in a tiny white thong and nothing else. The small strip of fabric hides my pussy from him but oh, how I want him to see it.

Taste it.

Fill it.

“God, Heaven, you’re so pure and I shouldn’t--”

“Please give me what I need, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good. What do I need to do to prove to you I’m where I belong?”

“Don’t say that, Heaven. You don’t need to prove anything.”

“Then why don’t you want to be my first and my last?” I ask him. “My forever? Don’t you want to see my pussy?”

“Goddammit,” he growls. “If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

Then he stands up, holding me in his arms, and he carries me to his bedroom.