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  Finally, I feel my stiffie soothe itself out. And I take a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever comes next.

  I plan on stopping this with Heaven, right now.

  Inside, Heaven’s hot cocoa is finished, and I see she has poured herself an inch of whiskey.

  She swirls it in her glass. Her feet are up on the couch, and her knees are bent. The nightie rides up more than it ought, and I see her bare legs. I clench my jaw, thinking about her creamy thighs… her pink pussy.

  Dammit, it’s so fucking wrong.

  “Your father would kill me, Heaven, if I laid a finger on you.”

  She lifts her eyebrows. “You’re a very wise man, Hawkin, but you’re wrong about that.”

  “Am I?”

  She nods. “Is that the only thing keeping you from kissing me?”

  “Is that what you want, Heaven? My kisses?”

  She closes her eyes. “No,” she says breathlessly. “I want so much more than that.”

  “You’re killing me, Heaven.” I’m still standing at the doorway, not trusting myself to walk any closer. If I do, I’ll be carrying this sweet thing to my bed and never letting her leave it.

  “I left my house for a reason, Hawkin. I may be innocent, but it doesn’t mean I’m naïve. My father is a bad man. I know you spent a lot of time with him, but it’s been a few years since you’ve really come around.”

  “What are you saying? Did he hurt you?”

  “He’s a drunk. A mean drunk. And he hits me when it’s bad. Tonight, I knew it was going to be one of those times. And I just… I couldn’t stay. I wanted to be safe. And the safest man I’ve ever known is you.”

  “Fuck,” I growl. The idea that Tommy has laid a finger on this pure sweet thing kills me. “I should have been there for you.”

  “No one knows. I’m not much of a talker. I keep to myself.”

  “I’m not much of a talker either,” I say. “Why the hell do you think I live alone in the woods?”

  “See?” she says. “We’re the same.”

  My chest rises as I take a deep breath. “Heaven, we’re not remotely the same. You’re young and I’m old, for starters.”

  “Not that old,” she says, moving to her knees, her hands on the back of the couch. She is looking at me, her eyes begging me to concede. “And I’m not that young.”

  “I’m more than twice your age.”

  “Why does it matter, if we both want the same things?”

  “And what makes you think I want a wife and babies?”

  She smiles sweetly, looking down at herself. Her perky breasts so tempting, so round. “Don’t you think it would be nice to fill me up with your baby, Hawkin?”

  My cock stands at attention at those needy words. “You want me to breed you, Heaven? How do you even know about such things?”

  She licks her lips so slowly as she bats her thick dark eyelashes. “It just sounds right. To have my belly round with your baby. And I want someone to be in charge of me, to make sure I have what I need.” She bites the side of her lip. “The only thing is…”

  “What’s that?” I ask stepping closer.

  “I wonder if I can take care of your needs.”

  I let out a growl, needing this little one in my arms.

  “Please, Hawkin,” she says, running a finger over her collarbone. “Will you let me try? Will you let me try to take care of you like a good girl?”

  I can’t hold back anymore. This may be wrong, and once my cock fills her virginal cunt, there will be no going back. But her father is a fucker, and she needs a man to protect her.

  I move to the couch, where she kneels, and I cup her sweet face in my hands.

  And I kiss her.

  As I’ve wanted to do for so damn long.

  Chapter Four

  Heaven

  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 un
latching 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.

  Chapter Five

  Hawkin

  I lay this perfect this angel on my bed, knowing if I start to fill up her untapped cunt, I’ll never want to stop.

  But right now, all I care about is making her happy. She’s begging for me, and I so badly want to make her come, that I’m about to explode myself.

  The idea of another man being with her, makes me want to shield her from the outside world forever. Her father hurt her, and now that I know, I won’t let any other man do that to her.

  “Do I look pretty, Daddy?” she asks, her kinky desire falling from her lips.

  “You look perfect, Princess.” And she does. Her head rests against my pillow and her bare tits bounce as she gets comfortable.

  I would have thought she’d be more nervous, but here in my room, a place she’s never been before, she seems at home.

  And goddammit, maybe she is.

  “Now let me see that pussy, Baby Girl,” I say.

  I ease off her white thong, innocence dripping from her.

  When I look her over though, I see bruises on her torso, on her arm. Places she’s been hit.

  “Oh, Sweet Thing,” I whisper, hating the fact that her father has hurt her. What a goddamn motherfucking bastard. He will pay for what he did to this baby girl. One way or another.

  “Don’t, I don’t want to talk about him. Not now. Not when I am finally with you.”

  “You sure you are ready? You’ve been through a lot, Heaven. I don’t want—”

  She cuts me off and she drops her knees open, showing me all of her. “I know what I want, Daddy.”

  I gaze at her sweet pink pussy that needs to be filled so fucking badly. Her nice big tits, her flat white tummy, and then I look lower, taking in her creamy cunt in all its untouched glory.

  “God, you look so good,” I tell her, kneeling on the floor next to her. I pull her hips closer to the edge of the bed, needing to run my tongue up and down her opening. “Does my baby girl know how nice she looks? All nice and clean for me. How did you know your Daddy likes a bare pussy?”

  I hear her whimper, my words causing her ripeness to drip. My hand runs up and down her smooth thighs, wanting her to be comfortable as I begin to work my way over her body.

  “I want this so much,” she whispers. And I look up, though it’s hard to take my eyes off her cunt. She sits up on her elbows, the tiny little rolls of her belly so damn cute and her titties sway as she adjusts herself on my bed. “You really think I’m pretty?”

  “I don’t understand how no one has ever had their way with you. You’re clearly a sexual being, No one strips down like this if they are scared of sex.”

  She sighs, running her hand between her legs. She parts her pussy with her fingers, running her finger up and down her wetness. God, my cock aches at the sight of this baby girl touching herself for me.

  She pulls me closer, offering me her glistening finger. I open my mouth and suck the cream off, groaning as I taste her virgin cunt for the very first time.

  “I told you, Hawkin,” she says. “I waited for you. Ever since I saw your cock in the bathroom. I waited until I could give myself to you. Now I am a woman, and it’s time for me to be your baby girl.”

  I can’t hold back anymore. I need to taste her more than anything in my life. I press my greedy mouth to her cunt and begin to lick.

  My tongue runs up and down the length of her pussy, her warm slit so sweet and juicy and as I tongue her little folds, they beg for more. Her clit is like a prize fucking jewel, and I roll my tongue over her, so slowly she tenses from head to toe. I keep going like that, so slowly I know it’s practically painful. I want her cunt to beg for more. More. More. More.

  And it does. I feel her clit throb with want, a pulsing pink button of desire and I flick it with my tongue, making her cry out in pleasure.

  I flick her clit again, my tongue fast and practiced. I know what my baby girl’s cunt is begging for.

  It’s time to suck her again, and I run my mouth over her, sucking her juice, my beard ticking her as I fuck her cunt with my tongue. Her knees buckle, tight around my head, and I force her legs back down.

  God, she is perfection.

  I run my finger over the hood of her cunt, nice tight circles sending her over the edge. Her pussy begins to pour with pleasure and I lap all that cream up fully and completely, not wanting to waste a drop.

  “Oh, Hawkin,” she moans, an orgasm rolling over her body and I love the way she screams my name.

  I know she needs more. I press a finger to her, flicking that clit firmly, until she is writhing on the bed, arching her back, and clawing at the sheets. My timid mouse has turned into a wild tiger. She knows what she wants.

  This night.

  It’s hers.

  I finger her tight cunt, knowing she needs to be stretched out before she has my cock. Poor thing might break in two.

  “That’s so good… so… oh, Hawkin. Oh Daddy…” Her words fall apart as I press her knees down and add a second finger to her creamy center.

  “I love making you squirm, Heaven,” I tell her, still feeling like I might wake from this dream at any moment. The girl of my dreams is here, on my bed, begging for me to fuck her. It’s more than I ever imagined for myself.

  I’d rather die alone than have anyone but her.

  And now she is here, coming so fucking hard against my hand. I’ve never needed a cunt so badly in my life.

  When the orgasm stops wracking through her, I rest my hand on her pussy, letting the pulsing need finish winding its way through her body. I kiss her thighs as she catches her breath. Moving over her, I kiss her belly, the place she said she wanted a baby.

  God, I never thought of being a parent—but goddammit, my cock gets close to coming at the mere thought of filling that tasty cunt up with my seed. Then watching a baby grow inside her little body. She’d look so good, her belly round with our child.

  I lean over her, kissing her tits, sucking her nice, hard nipples. I love how big they are, globes that were made for a man’s hand. I’m already thinking about pressing my
thick cock between her titties. God, she’d look so good with my come coating them.

  She whispers my name as I press my face between her tits. She loves it, I feel the smile on her face, her legs wrapping around my waist as I motorboat against her breasts. I squeeze them together, loving how full and supple they are as I lick and devour them.

  Her hands run through my hair as I suck her nipples, but my rod is still aching to be touched. As if reading my mind, Heaven repeats my name.

  “Hawkin,” she begs. “I need to see your cock. I need to taste you like you tasted me.”

  Chapter Six

  Heaven

  My body pulses from the pleasure Hawkin gave me over and over again.

  I was worried he might not find me attractive, but then he plants kisses all over me, and I know he wants me the way I want him.

  A smile breaks over my face as he gets off the bed, pushing down his dark blue jeans and his boxer briefs. His erection is obvious, and I wonder if he is in pain. But as he takes hold of his cock, running his hand up and down it, the look on his face is one of pleasure.

  I scoot off the bed too, telling him to sit down.

  “I want to make you happy, Daddy,” I tell him. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Won’t you let me make you come, too?”

  “When you talk like that, it makes me wonder if I should be doing this,” he says as I kneel naked on the floor. I sit between his legs and take a deep breath, loving the way his manhood smells.

  “Why? How am I talking?”

  “So sweetly, so innocently. Most women, they don’t just say what they want. They play games.”

  “Why would I play a game with my Daddy?” I ask, knowing the words are dirty and naughty. Calling him my Daddy feels so right though, so forbidden and filthy. As sweet and pure as my feelings for him are.

  “I don’t know, Heaven. The way you talk, it’s fucking hot. Telling me what you want like that.”

  “What do you want?” I ask looking at his thickness, wondering just how it is going to fit into my mouth. Wanting so badly to make him come. Wanting it to slide down my throat and make me warm inside.