Page 1 of Lumberjack Daddy and Wild Child Little

CHAPTER ONE

Hannah

I fumble with the key and finally it slips out of my hands. Fortunately, Jason catches it before it hits the ground and pushes it into the lock, so the door opens, and we can enter the cabin. How he manages to do this while his hand is between my legs and his lips are on mine, I have no idea, but I don’t think about it for very long because as soon as the door closes behind us, I drop to my knees and reach for his belt.

I’m much more successful with his belt than I am with the keys and in a moment, his pants and boxers are down at his ankles. I pause a moment to regard his cock and my eyes widen in disbelief. I mean, I figured he was big but damn! Big doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m a little afraid to feel that thing inside me.

Not so afraid that I’m going to stop, though. I open my mouth and take as much of that huge member inside as I can. It’s not that much at all. He’s easily bigger than any other man I’ve been with, and I have to use one of my hands to stroke underneath his shaft while I suck.

He moans and I feel a burst of energy at the encouragement. I make up for not being able to go very deep by being incredibly enthusiastic, moaning, twisting my head, and moving my tongue all over and around his shaft. He sighs and when he begins to thrust a little as I suck, I feel a shiver run through me and I begin sucking faster and harder.

I meet Jason earlier today on the lake. He’s with a bunch of other extraordinarily hot men, but he definitely stands out. All of them have a ruggedly handsome appearance, but Jason looks like a movie star, if movie stars had thick, luxurious beards and bodies built by years of hard work instead of tailored diets and exercises that build vanity muscles instead of useful muscles. He’s the tallest one in the group as well, and though I’m not a small girl by any means, he towers over me, and standing next to him, I feel very small and safe and protected.

I don’t waste any time introducing myself to him and even less time making it clear that I’m up for more than just pleasant conversation. So, when his friends split off to go fishing on the lake, he hangs back and takes me to the lakeside bar for drinks. We have exactly one drink each before we stop pretending this is about anything other than sex.

So now, here I am with his dick in my mouth.

A few minutes later, here I am with my legs over my shoulders, gripping the sheets until my knuckles turn white while Jason works miracles with his mouth. I’ve been with a fair share of men but most of them decline to go down on me and those that do, frankly, aren’t very good.

Jason is absolutely incredible. In less than a minute, I am already so close to orgasm that I can barely control myself. I moan and gasp and whine and shudder underneath him like I’m hooked to a taser and getting shocked over and over and over.

When the orgasm hits, it’s so powerful my body actually lifts entirely off of the bed. I scream, “Oh, Daddy!” and my hands fly to the back of his head, tangling in his hair as powerful pulsing shocks run through me from my clit to the crown of my head and back down my thighs.

I keep screaming until his cock slams into me and drives all the breath from my lungs, I manage a wheezing, “Oh, Daddy, you feel so good,” then I can only gasp and whine and writhe underneath him.

He’s so big. He stretches me out as no one has ever done before and I’m honestly surprised that I feel no pain because I’ve never had anyone come even close to filling me as full as Jason does. Instead of the pain, I feel the almost excruciating pleasure that drives me to the point of near-panic as his cock slams into me over and over and over.

My breath returns to me in a rush and I cry out, “Oh, Daddy, I’m going to cum again!”

When I cum, I cry out one more time, “Daddy!” and then collapse into a shuddering mess. He doesn’t slow and doesn’t reduce the power of his thrusts. He growls, “Cum, little girl,” and my orgasm seems to triple in strength.

I should probably explain the Daddy/little girl thing. You see, I’m a little girl. I mean, I’m an adult, but I’m part of a lifestyle called DDlg or Daddy Dom/little girl. It’s a kind of D/s relationship where the dominant is called a Daddy and the submissive is called a little girl. As the names suggest, there’s some age play involved. It varies from person to person, but it can include things like wearing diapers, using pacifiers, or talking in baby talk. Sometimes it’s less extreme and just involves watching cartoons or playing kids’ games or coloring, stuff like that.

The more important part of DDlg is that the Daddy protects, guides, and cares for his little girl. That’s why I like being a little girl. When things just become too stressful for me, I can go into little space and just play around and relax while Daddy takes care of me for a little while.

I haven’t been able to go into little space for a long time. None of my Daddy’s have lasted longer than a few weeks and I doubt Jason will last any longer than tonight.

I still get to do this, at least.

“Daddy!” I scream as yet another orgasm hits me like an avalanche. My stomach tenses and my legs begin to shake and each of Jason’s thrusts is like a lightning bolt inside me. Finally, he cries out and I feel him pulsing inside me with his own orgasm.

I don’t have enough energy left to grind my hips on him, but I squeeze my pussy as tightly as I can as he pushes deep into me. When he collapses over me, I close my eyes and drink in the feel of him. His weight atop me is comforting and for the first time in a long time, I feel myself slipping into little space.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say softly, kissing his cheek as he continues to twitch inside me.

“Thank you, little girl,” he says.

I giggle and close my eyes again, holding him close and deciding I will enjoy every moment with Jason that I can, however fleeting it might be.