Selena’s P. O. V.
I pant from another intense kiss. The memory of him kissing that girl in front of everyone still hurts.
“It was just a dare, Selena,” he explains to me, a bit irked. “You were the one who forced me to play that stupid game.”
“But you could have kissed me, not her.” I avert my eyes, showing my anger to him.
He takes my chin in his hand and turns my face to him, making me meet his gaze. “I didn’t kiss you because I care about your reputation. Think about it-what would people think if I kissed you? And this…” He gestures between us. “What we have is our little secret, Selena. I never want to put you in a position where people will question you. I’m sorry if I hurt you. But that was never my intention.”
His words make me look at him in amazement. The honesty in his voice and the way he thought about my reputation touch my heart. My anger dissipates like smoke, replaced by a warmth that spreads through my chest.
No one has ever thought about me like this. Nobody has ever cared for me the way he does.
Will he just stop doing this? His gestures are melting my heart.
Before, I was just physically attracted to him, but now it’s more than that. He’s making things harder for me.
However, on this trip, I want to live my life to the fullest, forgetting all my worries like I’ve never done before. For once, I want to follow my heart.
“I didn’t think of it like that. Thank you for caring about me so much.”
A small smile appears on his face, and it makes my heart skip a beat. “I’ll always care about you, Selena. More than you know.”
His words leave me speechless. I want to respond, but my throat feels tight. Why does he care for me?
Stupid, you’re his friend’s daughter. You’re his responsibility. Of course, he’ll care about you.
However, it still means a lot. Because no one else cares for me the way he does.
“I think I should sleep.” I pull the blanket over me.
He lies down beside me on the mattress, and my eyes widen in surprise as he casually pulls off his shirt, revealing his perfect physique. “What are you doing?”
“I feel more comfortable sleeping without clothes.” He responds with a smirk on his face, sliding under the blanket I’m using.
I freeze for a moment, realising that not only is he shirtless, but we’re now sharing the same blanket.
He lies comfortably naked, while I shiver with cold despite wearing clothes.
He notices that I’m feeling cold, so he opens his arms for me. “Come here, Little Miss. You’ll feel warmer.”
Without thinking anything, I move closer and rest my head on his chest. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his warmth. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat fills my ears, making me feel so calm. His embrace feels protective, like nothing bad can touch me when I’m with him.
His arms feel like home-safe, warm, and comfortable.
“You’re warm.” As I speak, snuggling into him, my voice muffles against his skin.
“And you’re tiny,” he teases, holding me tighter.
Damn! I’ve never felt so peaceful in my life before.
I let my fingers stroke his chest. It’s something I’ve craved ever since I first saw him half-naked.
“Stop touching me, Selena,” he warns, his tone darker and more intense. “Unless you want me to do something you won’t be able to handle.”
His words ignite something inside me, a desire I’ve never felt so strongly before.
On this trip, I’m not going to resist myself any longer. That’s why instead of pulling away, I brush my fingers against his abs and my lips curl into an impish grin. I can feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch.
He grabs my wrist suddenly, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity in his gaze quickens my heartbeat. His eyes say it all-I’ve crossed a line, and now I’m at his mercy.
“You’re in trouble now, Little Miss.” He whispers against my lips, sending shivers down my spine.
In this cold weather, my body is burning hot now.
“I love to be in this kind of trouble, Mr Luther.” I give him a mischievous wink.
Without a word, he moves swiftly, flipping us. Now I lie underneath him, his weight pressing down on me and his strong arms caging me in. Our eyes are fixed on each other, and our breathing is heavy.
Oh, God! He looks so tempting. Who can say he’s almost forty years old? He’s so… I’m at a loss for words. I always get speechless when I look at him.
He is so perfect that I can admire him all day long. His eyes, his lips, his nose, everything about him is breathtaking. I can’t tear my eyes away. God, how is it possible for a man to be this perfect?
In one swift motion, he rips my top, smirking. Its tearing sound echoes in the quiet tent, causing me to gasp in shock. His eyes, smouldered with a profound desire, roam over my now-exposed skin, and I can feel heat pooling between my thighs.
“I warned you.” He doesn’t stop there and tears my bra into two pieces. The cold air grazes my skin, but his heated gaze on my tits is all I can focus on.
“Fuck, Selena. You’re so damn hot and beautiful.” He groans, his eyes fixed on my soft assets. His words send a direct twitch between my thighs. Nobody has ever praised me like this before. It feels… good and turns me on even more.
God! This man drives me crazy.
“Open your mouth.” As he suddenly commands, I stare at him, startled. “I don’t like to repeat.” He warns in such a tone that I immediately open my mouth.
He stuffs one torn piece of my bra into my mouth. “I can’t let anyone hear you because tonight, you’ll be moaning loud enough to wake the entire camp.”
Before I can think anything, his lips descend on my chest. His tongue flicks against my sensitive nipple before his lips close around it. He sucks and nibbles it, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My body trembles beneath him and heat pools between my thighs.
The sensation is overwhelming. Muffled moans escape my mouth, and my body arches into his touch, craving more. His hands are everywhere, one caressing my waist while the other cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple.
His hand slips beneath the waistband of my jeans, and like always, I freeze as his fingers find their way to my most sensitive spot. He begins rubbing slow circles around my clit, teasing me with the lightest pressure. My legs spread instinctively, giving him better access, and I feel him smirking against my skin.
“Damn, Selena… you always stay soaking wet for your father’s friend. You’re a naughty little girl. Aren’t you?” He questions, taking out the torn bra out of my mouth.
But I can’t able to respond, my mind hazy with the sensations he’s drawing from me. I’m completely lost in him.
“I’m asking you something, Selena.” As he gives a slight pinch to my clit, I scream with pleasure. “Are you my naughty little girl? Answer me.” He demands and keeps pressing my bud.
“Yes.. yes…”
I yelp, squeezing my legs shut as he spanks my wet pussy. “Answer me properly.”
Fuck! I’ll orgasm by the way he is becoming so rough with me. It’s so hot.
Now it’s the time to become his little naughty girl in real.
My eyes glint with mischief. “I’m your naughty little girl, Daddy…”
His eyes darken as I call him “Daddy”.
He grabs my chin and questions, “What did you just say?”
“I’m your naughty girl.” I give him an impish smile.
His grip tightens around my chin. “After that, Little Miss.”
“Daddy…” I whisper in a husky tone, smirking.
He stuffs my bra back into my mouth, groaning, “Fuck! Selena… you have no clue how much this word is making me hard.”
He slides his two fingers deep inside me without any warning, causing my back to arch off the mattress. My muffled cries fill the air. He moves his fingers in and out, his pace relentless, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.
“You feel incredible. The way your wall clenching my fingers is so fucking amazing.”He murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing against my skin. His free hand finds my breast, squeezing and teasing it.
His fingers twist and curl inside me, hitting a spot that has stars bursting behind my eyelids. The knot in my stomach tightens, and I know I’m close.
“Come for me, Selena.”
His words send me over the edge. My body shudders violently, and I cry out into the fabric in my mouth. My muscles tense and then relax as I come down, my chest heaving from the intensity.
He pulls his fingers out with a wicked smile and traces my release across my bare breasts, painting my skin with it. Then, leaning down, he licks and sucks it off.
Fuck! The sight of him tasting me like this-it’s maddeningly sexy. This man is full of surprises, each one more intoxicating than the last. I’m already addicted to him.
“You’re delicious, Selena.” He breathes against my skin, licking my come. “I could devour you all night.”
After collecting every drop of it, he finally pulls away with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
“You’re becoming like a drug to me. The more I get the taste of you, the more I yearn for you.” He says, pulling me back into his warm arms.
We lie there, half-naked, tangled in each other. It feels so good to be in his embrace. Listening to his soothing heartbeat, my eyes grow heavy, and I don’t even realize when I fall asleep.