"You're on private property," I say flatly, stepping fully in front of Priscilla. My body language couldn't be clearer:back the fuck off.
"Oh, sorry man." His eyes flick to me, then back to Priscilla, who's peering around my shoulder. He smiles at her. "Didn't realize. The trail isn't marked."
"It is now," I growl, wrapping an arm around Priscilla's waist, pulling her against my side. "You need to turn around."
He raises his hands in mock surrender, still looking at her. "No problem. Sorry to intrude on your…time together."
The way he says it, the implication in his tone, the lingering look—something primal and violent surges through me. My vision narrows, tunneling on this intruder, this man who dared to look at what's mine.
"Woodrow," Priscilla murmurs, her hand on my chest, sensing the shift in me. "It's okay."
The hiker takes a step back, finally picking up on the danger. Smart move. Another second and I'd have shown him exactly how I dealt with threats in my former life.
"I'll just head back the way I came," he says, giving us a wide berth as he retreats.
I watch him until he disappears around the bend, every muscle in my body taut, ready to spring. Only when I'm sure he's gone do I look down at Priscilla.
"He was just a hiker," she says, concern in her eyes. "He wasn't?—"
"He looked at you," I cut her off, my voice a low rumble of barely contained rage. "Looked at what'smine."
Before she can respond, I grab her wrist, pulling her off the path and deeper into the trees. When we're hidden from the trail, I back her up against a massive pine, caging her between my arms.
"No one gets to look at you like that," I growl, pressing my body against hers. "No one but me."
"Woodrow, he was just being friendly?—"
"Bullshit." I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "He wanted you. I saw it in his face. Every man who looks at you wants you. But they can't have you." I grind my hardening cock against her stomach. "Tell me who you belong to."
Her pupils dilate, her breathing quickens. "You," she whispers. "I belong to you."
"That's right." I crash my mouth down on hers, swallowing her gasp. The kiss is brutal, possessive, all teeth and tongue and dominance. When I finally break away, we're both panting. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who owns this sweet little body."
I spin her around, pressing her front against the rough bark of the tree. She whimpers but doesn't protest as I kick her legs wider, my hands already working on her jeans, yanking them down along with her panties just enough to expose her ass and pussy.
"Look at you," I mutter, one hand sliding between her thighs, finding her already wet. "Getting soaked just from me being possessive. You like knowing how much I want you, don't you? How fucking crazy you make me?"
"Yes," she admits, her voice small but heavy with arousal. "I shouldn't, but I do."
"Nothing wrong with it, little girl." I free my cock, already rock hard and leaking. "Nothing wrong with giving yourself to Daddy. With letting me take what's mine."
I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds. She's still tender from last night, I can tell fromthe way she tenses slightly, but she's also ready for me, her body preparing itself to be filled again.
"This pussy is mine to fill, little girl," I growl into her ear as I push inside with one hard thrust. "No one else gets to look. No one else gets to touch. No one else gets to taste or fuck or breed this perfect body."
She cries out, her inner walls clenching around me as I set a brutal pace. There's nothing gentle about this—it's claiming, pure and simple. Marking territory. Reminding her who she belongs to.
"You feel that?" I grab her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Feel how perfectly you take my cock? Like you were made for me. Made to be filled with my seed."
"Yes," she gasps, pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts. "Yes, please, Woodrow?—"
"What do you call me?" I demand, slowing my pace, grinding deep inside her.
"D-daddy," she stammers, her face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. "Please, Daddy."
"That's my good girl." I reward her with harder, deeper thrusts, one hand snaking around to find her clit. "Such a perfect little pussy. So tight around my cock. Gonna fill you up, breed you right here in the woods where anyone could see what a good little slut you are for Daddy."
The filthy words pour out of me uncensored, each one making her wetter, her inner muscles fluttering around my length. She's close already, her body so responsive to me, to my cock, to my words.
