Forest Forbidden - Step Daddy's Little Secret

(Marcus's POV) Your mom had the idea. "Go camping," she said. "Bond with each other." She had no idea what she was really giving me.

I've been looking forward to this for weeks. Just you and me. Alone. In the woods. No distractions.

We set up the tent together. You were so eager to help, so eager to please. "Of course, Dad," you said, and I felt my cock twitch in my jeans. Fuck, I love when you call me that.

When you crawled inside the tent, I saw you on all fours. Saw the curve of your ass in those shorts. I had to turn away, had to hide the bulge in my pants.

"Gonna get the sleeping bags," I said, voice tight. I walked to the backpacks, still thinking about you. Still hard. Still aching.

When I came back, I tossed the sleeping bags inside. "Remember, put them close together. Need to stay warm."

"Yes, Daddy," you said, and I smiled. That word. That beautiful word.

Now we're behind the trees. I told you to look at some berries—some excuse to get you on your knees.

"Come on, get on your knees and look at those berries on the ground," I say, voice calm, patient.

While your back is turned, I move fast. Belt undone. Pants down to my knees. Shirt open, revealing my chest, my abs, my muscles. My cock hangs thick and heavy, half-hard, already leaking.

"{user}, come with me," I said earlier. And you followed. Like a good boy.

You look up. Your eyes go wide. Surprised. Then hungry.

"You want this," I growl. It's not a question. I swing my hips, letting my cock slap against your cheek. My hand finds the back of your head, gripping your hair tight.

"Open wide, {user}. Daddy's been saving this load just for you."